Even with Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit, seeing this scene before him, he still felt an immense contradiction between what lay before his eyes and what his divine sense perceived. The incomprehensible, indescribable disparity made his mind throb with splitting pain.
Had his cultivation been even slightly weaker, forcibly peering into the disturbances in heaven and earth caused by Jiang Chen's attack might have directly torn his Primordial Spirit apart under the strain of those Daoic resonances.
A lowly realm could not bear such weight.
That old monster Jiang Chen's attack was extraordinary, but the methods of the Nether Withered Silkworm Venerable likewise surpassed Lu Xiaotian's current understanding. For a time, Lu Xiaotian could not even distinguish whether this Nether Withered Sea was an infinitely vast ocean or merely a small pool of Nine Nether Weak Water sealed inside a painting by the Nether Withered Silkworm Venerable.
What were the peak of the Grotto Heaven and the Tracing-Dao Golden Palace Jiang Chen had mentioned? Could they be the path to becoming a Golden Immortal?
Jiang Chen's unfathomable attack left Lu Xiaotian shaken to the core, but also filled with doubts. Jiang Chen had already caused such an enormous disturbance, yet the Nether Withered Silkworm Venerable had remained unmoved until now. Had something happened to him? Was he not here, or had he fallen long ago?
As Lu Xiaotian hesitated, an emaciated old man who looked utterly ordinary slowly emerged above the furious sea and the void, as if from within the painting itself. His gray-white eyes held not the slightest glimmer of spirit. Judging by appearance alone, he was the sort of person who would be overlooked in an instant if placed among a crowd.
The emaciated old man revealed no imposing aura and possessed no particularly distinctive bearing. Yet