Around the thirty-six heavenly layers, bubble universes were not few in number, all attached to the supernatural center great world, some semi-decayed, others still radiating their unique mysterious factors.
In the bubble universe where Gujin resided, there grew a sky-reaching vine, its black roots plunging into the supernatural center, its tendrils reaching deep into its own starry sky.
It was precisely because of this singular plant that this realm was bound even more tightly to the supernatural center universe, lingering alongside its exterior.
Above the black-dominated roots and stems grew scarlet-red leaves, wreathed in thin mist and rising smoke, every single leaf capable of supporting vast numbers of stars.
Wang Xuan sat cross-legged upon a fiery-red leaf. For fifty years he had continuously practiced, comprehended the Dao, and experienced every manner of supernatural change.
The venue was amply spacious; a single leaf constituted a massive dojo, billowing with clouds, mist, and celestial vapor.
"Flawed." Before Wang Xuan lay pen, ink, paper, and piles of scriptures.
Back outside the supernatural center, within the predecessors' divine ruin lands and amidst the peerless-rank battlefield, he had beaten down a group of anomalous beings' Dao-charm avatars and acquired numerous personal notes.
Among them were many Dao-charm avatars of Zhuo Fengdao, a top-tier anomalous being of Tattoo Palace, and even Zhuo Fengdao's primordial spirit, sensing the disturbance, had personally entered the fray—yet still suffered defeat.
"What top-tier anomalous being? Some of their dao-imperialized theories are not the optimal paths at all. Were they intentional?" He lifted his brush, smearing and correcting the notes he had earlier transcribed from memory.
In the distance, two true immortals were tasked with attending to his daily needs. Seeing him revise, critique, and tear apart the texts, they both wore expressions of utter shock, feeling that this Lu Renjia was