Bottleneck!

Chaos did not record the years; cultivation knew no seasons.

Within the Eternal Dao Realm, there was no sunrise or moonset, nor any changing of the four seasons.

There were only a little over a hundred Law Divine Mountains standing quietly, emanating the eternal, undying aura and charm of the Great Dao.

Zhou Ming sat cross-legged atop the peak of his own divine mountain.

His eyes were tightly shut, and the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed around him.

Through these years, he had constantly been comprehending the law imprints on the divine mountains around him.

At the very beginning, every divine mountain was, to him, an inexhaustible treasury.

From Cangxuan's Cyan Divine Mountain, he could see the ultimate fusion of the Vitality Law and the Great Dao of Wood.

From Hongchu's Thunder Divine Mountain, he could see the instantaneous transformation between destruction and birth-and-death.

With every comprehension, his understanding of the Great Dao laws deepened by another degree.

The laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos within his body were also, through these long years, polished bit by bit until they became ever more condensed.

But at some unknown point, the speed of this improvement slowed.

Until it came to a complete standstill.

Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes.

The Dao Rhyme in his eyes was restrained, without the slightest divine light leaking out, making them seem extremely plain.

He looked once more at those Law Divine Mountains in the distance.

Those law patterns that had once been profound, complex, and filled with inspiration had now, in his perception, become laid bare at a glance.

It was not that he had understood everyone's Daos.

Rather, the nourishment he could draw from these divine mountains that suited his own Great Dao had already been completely exhausted.

If he