The Time Has Come

Above sat only two silent Lightning Ancestor divine thrones, two faint, hazy phantoms sitting with eyes closed, sleeping like the dead.

Naturally, neither could interfere with Li Qingyun's ascension.

Soon, he reached the rank of the eighth-tier Lightning Ancestor, landing alone amidst a sheet of rainbow light.

There was joy in his heart, but even more so, a sense of solitude and desolation.

He had come!

He had succeeded!

Yet it was cold at the top!

At that very moment, as Li Qingyun looked at the two corpse-like Lightning Ancestor phantoms on his left, a feeling of isolation welled up from deep within.

These two Lightning Ancestors had likely already perished, perhaps their entire lifetime's Dao fruit reduced to mere nourishment for those entities, or perhaps they clung to some unknown means of lingering obsessions, attempting to resurrect in a certain lifetime.

"The Dao of Lightning Law has long since grown silent. Before me, only the Divine Firmament Demon Subduing Dao Lord held sole dominion over the Dao authority with the mere rank of a Lightning God!"

"Sitting on the divine throne of the Lightning Ancestor, I can sense the countless vows and aspirations of worship coming from the Lesser and Middle Thousand Worlds! I alone hold dominion over the Dao of Lightning Law, yet I am heartless and mindless, responding to none of those thoughts..."

He raised his head slightly once more, gazing toward the hazy, chaotic ends above.

There were no longer any traces of the sequential ladders, only a realm of eternal blurriness.

Yet he knew that a cluster of Primordial Lightning Qi surely existed there.

At the end of every Dao lay not the Lightning Ancestor, Flame Ancestor, Sword Ancestor, and so on, but rather the "Qi of the Beginning Dao."

"Perhaps, attaining the Qi of