"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Goose-feather snow swirled in every direction over Lingyu Mountain.
The biting wind poured through his nose and mouth, its icy touch striking his eyelids and cheeks. Every contact sent a shudder deep into his bones.
Hua Changdeng could barely hear the noise of the world anymore. In his dull, vacant eyes was reflected the solitary figure opposite him, white robes brighter than snow.
One man, one sword, enough to dim sun and moon.
"An immortal among mortals..."
How was Ba Zunan like a flawless piece of jade! Unmoved as suchness itself, wisdom hidden within uncut stone, eternally standing between Heaven and Earth—a creation of uncanny craftsmanship.
Once Qingju returned to his body, the Dao followed nature, becoming whole and seamless.
What he displayed in his entirety was the perfect fusion of yin and yang, completeness without flaw or leakage.
It was Wuji, and it was Taiji.
Yet still as a mountain when still, thunderous when moving—the concept of an "Ancestor God" was far more than empty words.
When Qingju answered the summons and was held slantwise in his hand, Taiji gave birth to the Two Principles; yin and yang split apart, their boundary as clear as the Jing and Wei rivers.
Even if the Ancestral God Law-Extinguishing Tribulation came at his call, a sweep of his sleeve could restore perfection and brush the Dao Tribulation into fragments.
"To return to zero in one step, transcending even the Ancestral God Law-Extinguishing Tribulation, that much I can accept."
"But... where was his Dao-Integration stage?"
Though Ba Zunan had demonstrated it several times, and Hua Changdeng seemed to understand, he still could not bend his habitual thinking around this turn.
Why could someone attain godhood and ancestorhood without crossing tribulation, without integrating with the Dao, and return to zero in a