Crack, crack—the sound of restrictions shattering rang out without end.
The thirty-six layers of restrictions began collapsing from the outermost layer, one after another, transforming into spiritual radiance that spread across the sky in every direction.
Everyone stopped discussing and stared fixedly into the mountain where the spiritual veins converged. Vast amounts of magma poured from the fissures, only to solidify into crystalline spirit jade the instant they touched the air.
Such a phenomenon was indeed quite strange.
Then, a golden pillar of light shot into the heavens. Within it, the faintly visible laws of the Great Dao circulated madly, so densely packed they were almost tangible.
In an instant, even the sky, once filled with strange phenomena, was dyed gold, as though a new blazing sun had risen from the earth.
"What?!"
"This is..."
"The peak of the Mahayana Realm—no, more than that. His aura has already touched that level."
"How is that possible? It's only been a little over a year, at most."
Within the pillar of light, Lin Heng slowly opened his eyes. Fourteen months of seclusion had amounted to nearly fifteen years of arduous cultivation within the internal space.
Fifteen years was, in truth, far too long when measured against the span of years he had spent growing.
After all, he was a man who had achieved Dao Integration in two years. Was it not perfectly normal for him to polish his cultivation to the limit in fifteen?
At this moment, Lin Heng no longer cared about any tangible changes within or without his body.
In any case, there was no Great Dao in this Immortal Realm that he could not comprehend, so long as he wished to comprehend it.
Time reigns supreme, space is king; when karma does not emerge, fate claims the throne.
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