Chaos did not count the years; cultivation knew no passage of time.
Within the Eternal Dao Realm, there was no sunrise or moonset, nor any turning of the seasons.
There were only a little over a hundred Law God Mountains standing quietly, emanating the eternal, undying aura and rhythm of the Great Dao.
Zhou Ming sat cross-legged atop the peak of his own divine mountain.
His eyes were tightly shut, and the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed around him.
Through these years, he had constantly been comprehending the law imprints on the surrounding divine mountains.
At the very beginning, each divine mountain had been an inexhaustible treasure vault to him.
From Cang Xuan's Azure Divine Mountain, he could see the ultimate fusion of the law of vitality and the Great Dao of Wood.
From Hongchu's Thunder Divine Mountain, he could see the instantaneous transformation between destruction and birth-and-death.
With every comprehension, his understanding of the Great Dao laws deepened by another fraction.
The laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos within his body had also been tempered bit by bit through these long years, becoming ever more condensed and refined.
But at some unknown point, the speed of this improvement had slowed.
Until it stopped completely.
Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes.
The Dao Rhythm in his eyes was withdrawn, without the slightest divine light leaking out, making them seem exceedingly plain.
He looked once more toward those Law God Mountains in the distance.
Those law patterns that had once been profound, intricate, and full of inspiration were now, in his perception, already laid bare at a glance.
It was not that he had understood everyone's Dao.
Rather, the nourishment he could draw from these divine mountains that suited his own Great Dao had already been completely