Helplessness and Frustration

A Saint Emperor was the existence closest to a true god in the universe, having evolved to the utmost extreme of life.

Such a powerhouse's dojo, even if it had not expounded the Dao for several hundred Void Ember Years, would still retain Great Dao Remnants.

Qin Heng merely sat in meditation for a moment before sensing a wisp of unusual law fluctuations. His divine sense followed the ripples, and in a daze, he seemed to return to the past and witness scenes of Dragon Emperor Jue Mo coiling atop a round platform, explaining the truths of the universe.

Within the illusion, the Dragon Emperor was imposing and radiant, impossible to look at directly.

Those laws extended from around his body like countless threads. With only a touch of divine sense, one could grasp a trace of their marvels, as though catching hold of the threads used to weave clothing, stirring a strange spark of inspiration in one's heart.

"Space is the foundation of all Dao, the root of the universe—the underlying concept upon which all tangible and intangible, material and immaterial things depend for existence."

"This Dao is easy to enter but difficult to master. To obtain its true essence, one must transcend the nature of living beings, take the self as the boundary, and take the boundary as the root..."

"To make the Great Dao serve oneself, one must first abandon one's body and become a vessel of the Great Dao..."

All kinds of thoughts surged into his mind like ancient scriptures.

Qin Heng seemed to have grasped something, yet he could not put it into words for the moment. His divine sense and soul sank into deep contemplation as he listened to one of the Dragon Emperor's lectures from countless years ago, quietly deducing its mysteries.

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