"Then this must be when the competition is fiercest."
Li Hao spoke.
Everyone else had only just arrived in Origin City and was competing for the spiritual bursts. Once their numbers dwindled later on, the competition would be less fierce.
"Indeed."
"Then let me borrow a spot here, Senior."
Li Hao spoke.
The old man looked somewhat surprised, then nodded. "Make yourself at home."
Li Hao immediately sat on the ground. Ignoring the five beams of light piercing the heavens, he brought his fingers together to form sword qi and began carefully carving the section of root in his hand.
Seeing Li Hao's concentration, a strange look crossed the old man's face. Clearly, he had never expected someone to ignore the Divine Trees' spiritual bursts rather than compete for them and instead occupy himself with some other idle pursuit.
With nothing else to do himself, he casually cast his fishing line, but his gaze settled on Li Hao's hands, watching him carve.
Li Hao gradually became absorbed in his work. A Dao Domain surrounded him, with his Dao Realms of time-space, water, fire, earth, and others gathered within it, leaving his surroundings utterly tranquil and peaceful, beyond anyone's interference.
As sword qi carved into the root, contours and spirit gradually emerged. Carving was like painting, and painting was like carving.
Li Hao's Painting Dao had long since reached rank 11, while his Path of Carving was only at rank 10.
Now, his many insights into the Painting Dao gathered between his fingers as well.
However, having previously comprehended the Space Dao through painting, Li Hao now devoted greater care to sensing the Dao Realm comprehension this carving brought him.
Before long, the divine wood grew increasingly refined, radiating spirit and precious light. In Li Hao's hands, the severed section of