Splash!
When Xu Xiaoshou opened his eyes again, everything had changed.
Accompanied by the crisp, pleasing sound of flowing water, scenes flashed rapidly before his eyes.
There was the tiny room where he had entered closed-door cultivation to the death upon first arriving on the Holy Spirit Continent; there was Tiansang Spirit Palace, Goose Lake, and the scene of his first meeting with Elder Sang.
There was Tiansang City's City Lord's Manor, Eight Palaces Town, White Cavern, East Heavenly King City, Yunlun Mountain Range, Void Island, and that stretch of time in the middle when things were either sensible or utterly off the rails.
There was Yujing City, the Four Symbols Secret Realm, the Relics of the Gods, the five Saint Emperor Secret Realms, and every corner of the Holy Spirit Continent that he had raced across from east to west and north to south, all threaded through with the schemes of Ancestor Gods or those attempting to become Ancestor Gods.
Swish, swish, swish! The scenes flashed by at light speed.
Then came one figure after another, people etched into his heart amid those scenes—some dead, some alive, some still seeking the Dao, some with even their fighting spirit battered into extinction.
Every scene, every person—the past they carried, the future that might unfold, the disguises upon their faces, the thoughts within their hearts—all became incomparably clear at this moment.
When he had drawn the passive skill Textile Mastery back then, Xu Xiaoshou had seen that beyond the world stood an invisible giant hand, weaving the Heavenly Dao and controlling everything.
It had been so impossibly distant! But now, he felt that he had grown from a tiny rookie who only knew the beginner sword technique "Leisurely White Clouds" into someone who stood a foot above the heavens.
He even