Formless Dao Art, an Interlude on the Journey

Within the eternal chaos, the enormous Demon Witch Mountain, spanning light-years, stood tall.

The cave heavens, secret realms, immortal continents, and islands surrounding Demon Witch Mountain converged into streams of lights that dotted its surface, dazzlingly brilliant.

At this moment.

Inside a palace near the summit of Demon Witch Mountain, a female Daoist in her early thirties set down the purple sword token in her hand.

This female Daoist was a Dao Realm cultivator. Just now, she had received news from a subordinate cultivator: a Demon Witch Sword Disciple had advanced to the Dao Realm in a mere six thousand years.

This news was not something her subordinate, who was only at the Immortal Venerable level, dared handle casually, so it had been swiftly reported upward. After learning of it, she immediately directed the information into her own sword token.

After some earnest persuasion, this mysterious Dao Realm cultivator had finally agreed to participate in the mountain lord selection.

This filled her with delight.

"Six thousand years, from Golden Immortal to Dao Realm—even within Demon Witch Mountain, such a thing is exceedingly rare. Even the direct descendants of those highly ranked mountain lords, blessed with inexhaustible cultivation resources, could not advance so quickly."

"The First Mountain Lord was right. As the Dao Tomb spreads, the Heavenly Dao of every great world will surely stir, and more prodigies will be born."

"This Han Yi must be the prodigy, the Dao Child, of that great world."

"Our Demon Witch Mountain has not accepted disciples for several Chaos Eras. It is only because a great upheaval in the chaos is imminent that we have reopened recruitment, seeking to gather the prodigies of chaos and prepare for the future."

"Besides, if this Dao Realm cultivator becomes a mountain lord, I will have formed a