No matter who it was, a Daluo had to comprehend the Dao and break through, while a Quasi-Saint needed insight into the laws and had to find their own Dao before they could advance!
Yu Di was currently a Quasi-Saint, yet he did not know what his Dao was? This was unheard of...
"I naturally know..." Yu Di's face shifted from red to purple. In the end, he sighed and said, "My Dao... is the Literary Dao!!"
"The Literary Dao..." Xiao Yan furrowed his brows and said, "The Prehistoric World has the Literary Dao now, but no one has learned it, so it has fallen into decline. That doesn't mean it can't be comprehended, right??"
After Chen Tian bestowed the Primordial Violet Qi, the Heavenly Dao had been completed. The Literary Dao was also a Dao!
After all, there was a saying: literature carries the Dao!
Therefore, the Literary Dao was also one of the Three Thousand Great Daos!!
But... in the Prehistoric World, those who comprehended the Literary Dao could be counted on one hand. It could even be said that there were none—apart from Chen Tian, that bastard who cultivated the Three Thousand Great Daos.
"So... was my Dao wrong? No one studies the Literary Dao, no one understands the Literary Dao, and no one comprehends the Literary Dao. Then what am I supposed to be..." Yu Di lowered his head. Daoist laws surrounded his body, yet they carried traces of Demonic Qi!!
This was... a heart demon forming!!!
"Suppress!!!"
"Buzz...!!!"
In an instant, Xiao Yan unhesitatingly unleashed the Law of Fire and suppressed Yu Di. He said, "Old Yu, does the Literary Dao become useless just because no one cultivates it? Does the Literary Dao stop being a Dao just because of that???"
"Of course it counts.