A fathomless Netherworld Void existed without any trace of time or space.
It stood like something independent of all else, constant and transcendent.
This eternal presence was an unknown essence that even under a saint's perception could not be broken down or disassembled.
Only by igniting the Saintly Dao could one touch this Netherworld.
In the Netherworld of unfathomable space, grand and mighty trajectories of the Saintly Dao stood horizontally, near or far, bright or dim, each occupying a place of its own.
After Li Qingyun's Mortal Dao entered this unfathomable Netherworld, it also occupied a stretch of nothingness like a giant tree within the Netherworld.
As an indifferent, grand sound rang out, his Mortal Dao's trajectory—resembling a lamp-like giant tree rooted deep into the unfathomable realm—instantly shook violently, and hundreds of millions of Heart Lamp Minor Worlds trembled without wind, as if they were about to be shaken right off the trunk.
"The Human Dao must not be re-established..."
Their wills were superimposed upon the grand trajectories of the Saintly Dao in the Netherworld. At the ends of a dozen majestic Saintly Daos, vague hazy shadows of saints faintly emerged, presiding over this unfathomable Netherworld of the Saintly Dao.
Faintly, they were Buddhas, Taoists, and saints of superior clans of unknown origins.
Startled by the abruptly appearing Mortal Dao, they manifested their hazy forms, shook their respective trajectories of the Saintly Dao, and chanted aloud.
The Mortal Dao trajectory that had just been hoisted up and forced its way into this Netherworld was immediately subjected to wave after wave of curses, suppressions, and intense interference that were more formless than physical ones.
Had Li Qingyun's dao-spirit foundation been even slightly weaker, he would not have been able to withstand these sounds of "cursed silent chanting" at that moment; subsequently,