Zhu Fengdan Knocks on the Door

Unlike Li Qi's unwavering certainty, the Little Heavenly Master felt as though his brain was about to explode.

In front of Li Qi, he could still hold on, forcing a smile as he drank tea.

After all, he could not lose face. He could not afford that embarrassment.

But the instant he left Li Qi's flying vessel after bidding farewell, his aura fell into disarray.

Then, at a speed ten thousand times the Heavenly Way Limit, the Little Heavenly Master spent two ke searching for an uninhabited dead zone of the world. He carved out a Dao Field and sat within it.

There was no helping it. He had an obsession—he had to meditate and contemplate within a clean, fresh Dao Field.

In Li Qi's words, this was obsessive-compulsive disorder. But to the Little Heavenly Master, it was called an obsession.

After he sat down in the Dao Field, the land for a hundred li around had already been transformed into pure white jade. Jade terraces and jade towers stood all around, their fragrance drifting everywhere. Within a hundred li, all was snow-white, countless phenomena gleaming in the void as if a White Jade Capital floated through empty space.

If any indigenous world saw it, they might think that an immortal's cave abode stood in Outer Heaven.

Of course, in truth, it really was an immortal's cave abode.

The Little Heavenly Master sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to think.

Li Qi firmly believed that his spirit existed and was equal to those great powers.

But the Little Heavenly Master could not do that.

He could not, like Li Qi, firmly believe that his existence had always been real.

The moment he realized the world was false, his Dao heart wavered.

Why did it waver?

Because the Little Heavenly