Li Qi directly asked Witch Xian, "What exactly is it that you want?"
Even if he was going to work for nothing, he needed a goal, didn't he?
And judging by Witch Xian's manner, this thing was most likely a creation of some other First Rank being.
A First Rank being of the Spiritual Way... he had never seen one.
Naturally, Witch Xian did not conceal it, but that thing was clearly impossible to describe in words. Thus, he began to demonstrate his Dao.
Within his demonstration, Li Qi saw something profoundly mysterious.
If it were likened to sound, then that sound was so clear, lively, and artless that it made the listener stand transfixed.
It seemed as though the idea of the universe was letting out a deep murmur. That wondrous chant intertwined with crisp exclamations; it must have been the crying that rang out on the first day the gods of all things were born, the unconscious sound uttered by the Primal Gods after coming into existence.
When that sound rang out, the symphony of creation must have echoed throughout the entire universe, ultimately leaving behind the lingering echo of creation known as baryon acoustic oscillations.
That pure and wondrous proclamation was so stirring that it shook the heart.
Likewise, if it were likened to an image, the perfection of its visual form was even more astounding. It was a perfect pattern that reality could never possibly produce.
How should he put it... the "red" found in reality was not truly pure. Every shade of red contained other colors mixed within it. This was because matter itself was impure, and the wavelength of light changed for all kinds of reasons. Thus, the red in a painting could never possess only one wavelength; at best, it could only barely