To think that someone merely at the Tree-Penetrating or Vacuum Realm would wish to venture beyond the void—it seemed absurd, naïve, even laughable.
Yet although Li Qingyun's personal cultivation was not high, his "rank" was already extraordinary.
He had gathered all three Great Celestial Venerable statuses.
In essence, he was not a saint, yet he resembled one. With the empowerment of the Celestial Venerable statuses, he could briefly wield the power to "ascend beyond the void."
Of course, he was not a resurrected saint after all. The power borrowed from those statuses could never reach the level of a true saint, but even at its weakest, it should be comparable to a quasi-saint.
In the Abyss Clan land, Li Qingyun had never seen a true quasi-saint in person, nor did he know how many quasi-saints the Abyss Clan currently possessed.
The only one he dealt with often was that quasi-saint Second Master who guarded the Abyss Gate—the one with a heart full of wicked schemes.
But that was clearly only one of Second Master's projected thoughts.
Li Qingyun did not know whether beings at the quasi-saint level were qualified to ascend beyond the void.
If not, then upon what dimensional plane did Second Master's true body reside?
Thinking of this, Li Qingyun's Taiqing Body lightly tapped the black leather scroll on the jade table before him and asked calmly, "Fellow Daoist Kun, do you still retain any memories from the past?"
The black-robed Daoist sat cross-legged within the Dark Tome. Ferocious glints flashed from time to time through his half-narrowed eyes, making him resemble an ancient Fierce God.
At those words, a trace of distant, inexplicable reminiscence surfaced on his dim face. "Heh, the past can no longer be pursued. What remains of me is merely a thread of residual