His vision blurred, and the scene shifted.
A moment ago, the Life Command Divine Hall had still been a plaque. The next instant, the surrounding space sank and transformed into a boundless, dim world.
Towering walls stood in forests, forming intricate thoroughfares broad enough for giants to pass through. The architectural style resembled the First Hall of Sin on the lightless Void Island.
Yet the surfaces of the walls and passageways here were covered in black, winding branches—complex and twisted, enough to throw one's mind into chaos.
Direction?
The interior of the entire Life Command Divine Hall was vast as a maze, and the branches obscured every distinguishing feature and landmark.
Not to mention directions—even the difference between the walls around them and anywhere else was impossible for a first-time visitor to discern.
Let alone guarding against the hall's own strangeness, and whatever dangers might lurk within these dense Ancestor Tree branches.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."
The instant his consciousness entered this world, a delicate laugh, crisp as wind chimes, sounded by his ear. It filled one with infinite sweetness, almost drowning one in memories of moonlight shining on white robes.
What a pity.
Dao Qiongchang's moonlight shining on white robes had not been a True Person. It had been the moment he first saw the iron lump he had pieced together with his own hands call out, "Mama."
He had long since "killed" his moonlight shining on white robes.
His mind even contained gentler, more considerate models such as "Liberation State: Moonlight Shining on White Robes" and "Six Paths: Moonlight Shining on White Robes," along with countless inferior and superior replacements.
They said no later arrival could ever replace one's moonlight shining on white robes... true enough. But such a concept simply did not exist for Dao Qiongchang, because his