The towering wave crashed down, the Light Curtain shattered, and every streak of light across the sea of Dao returned to the waters.
But the tragic sight of that silver-haired Supreme Sage, ambushed by a hidden arrow and falling with bitter regret, remained etched in Li Yun's heart. He could not shake it.
Standing atop the cliff, Li Yun looked out over the boundless, deathly still sea of Dao before him. His heart trembled to its depths.
As far as the eye could see, dazzling Daos rose and fell with the waves. Every drop of seawater carried ancient Dao Resonance and weighed ten thousand jun; every wave held an eternal Dao that had endured the scour of ages, radiant and undimmed.
How could this be any ordinary sea?
This was plainly the Sea of Daofall, formed from countless cultivators.
Terrifying. Terrifying beyond measure.
Throughout his cultivation, he had crossed many Star Domains in the Hengwu Domain. He had seen the vastness of the myriad Dao Paths and the mighty legacies of Great Emperors. He had even saved many Dao Sages and Supreme Sages with his own hands.
Yet never, until this moment, had he truly felt how small he was.
His 599-zhang Emperor Nature could overwhelm the present age outside this place. But before this sea that had buried mighty figures from all ages, he was still a single grain in a vast ocean—pitiful, insignificant, not worth mentioning.
The depth of Dao Resonance carried by any rolling wave could probably tear through his Emperor Nature as easily as ripping a sheet of thin paper.
Li Yun stared at the sea of Dao, stunned. Shock filled his heart, along with boundless awe.
It was the first time he had ever felt this way.
But how could he not be awed?
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