That made sense. Who would go out of their way to leave their comfort zone?
Jiang Shu walked forward slowly, pondering the gap between himself and the replica on the eighth floor. What exactly was it, and how should he cultivate to close it—or even surpass the replica—and take another step forward?
Ultimately, his understanding of the Dao Prototypes he had mastered was still lacking. They remained independent of one another: the Dao of Strength was the Dao of Strength, and the Calamity Dao was the Calamity Dao. He could not fuse them perfectly. The replica, on the other hand, already possessed that kind of control.
A great many people passed to and fro, but every gaze was fixed on that figure, and all were deeply respectful. Only after he had gone some distance did they dare to speak in hushed voices, recounting his legend.
Jiang Shu came back to himself and looked up. Before him stood a towering palace, settled there like a divine mountain.
It was the palace where Venerable Luo resided.
Before Jiang Shu could draw near, the palace doors swung open with a rumble, and a figure appeared. It was Venerable Luo, who had long since entered the Oblivion Realm.
"Hahaha, Jiang Shu, you finally decided to come see me?"
Venerable Luo was not especially tall, and beside the magnificent palace behind him, he seemed quite small. Yet as long as he stood there, he was the protagonist of this world.
He did not rely on a resplendent palace to add luster to himself. He simply stood there, without any extraordinary aura about him. That was the mark of a powerful Dao lineage.
"Greetings, Venerable."
Jiang Shu bowed, his manner respectful.
Ever since he had met Venerable Luo, the man had looked after him exceptionally well,