How powerful was Yang Qingyun now?
He probably did not have a precise idea himself.
If he had to make a comparison,
he had never personally seen the Creation Seven Ancestors, so naturally, he had no idea which level his own strength stood at compared to theirs.
But Yang Qingyun could be certain of one thing:
His current self
had completely surpassed the Dao Master level!
Because
he was now capable of leaving the world behind and surviving in the endless chaos and void through his own strength, even roaming through the Myriad Worlds by relying on his own power.
That was something
Dao Masters clearly could not yet do!
Moreover, judging from his former self, Sword Mist Heavenly Venerate, and North Profound Dao Master, who had appeared ten years ago,
Yang Qingyun could sense that, compared to his current self, Dao Masters seemed to be nothing special after all.
Gathering his thoughts,
Yang Qingyun took one step forward.
His figure pierced through layer upon layer of space and arrived above the earth.
The surroundings were still just as they had been ten years ago. As far as the eye could see, everything was a vast expanse of white.
The air remained bitterly cold.
The freezing wind carried heavy snow that swept through the air like a dense rain of blades, engulfing the sky and earth.
His figure stood suspended in the void,
while the surrounding wind and snow seemed to turn a blind eye to him.
Yang Qingyun was silent for a moment.
Then, a light suddenly flared in his eyes. It seemed as if strands of mysterious golden chains were weaving through his pupils.
Within his field of vision,
the world seemed to decompose into one great path after another. Wind and snow, the five elements, karma, and