Yang Qing walked through the desolate, silent world. All around him, he sensed the power of the Great Dao and all manner of terrifying rules.
They were layers upon layers of mysterious ripples. Ordinary people could not sense them; only those whose cultivation had reached a certain realm could touch upon them.
With his current cultivation, he could naturally see through everything, glimpse the essence, and understand the true nature of those mysterious ripples.
The mysterious ripples were actually beams of light transmitted from behind the dam. They transformed into ripples and spread through the space around him.
"The countless rules of the Myriad Worlds have intertwined, forming this strange spectacle!" Yang Qing muttered.
He knew very well that behind the dam lay the Sea of Worlds. Within it existed endless worlds, each with its own unique qualities.
Different Great Daos and different Heaven and Earth Rules became beams of light that passed from the Sea of Worlds and turned into ripples.
Walking here was equivalent to enduring the different Great Daos and rules of the Myriad Worlds at once. It was an exceedingly terrifying form of tempering.
Had he come here before becoming an immortal and continually tempered himself, perhaps his path to becoming a Mortal World Immortal would have progressed even faster.
But he was already an Immortal King. Such tempering no longer served any purpose, so he merely gained a little insight from it.
As he continued onward, he soon saw a faint line of footprints. They were shallow, imprinted among the fine sand, with nothing else nearby.
Yang Qing looked thoughtfully at those footprints. He naturally knew that only experts at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level could leave footprints behind.
Even he, at his current level, could not leave behind any traces while walking this road, much