Opening a Dao Field

The Alps lay in south-central Europe, stretching for 1,200 kilometers across several countries.

At 4,800 meters, the highest peak, Mont Blanc, stood where France, Italy, and Switzerland met.

Bai Yang and Little Cat were now at the summit.

Snow blanketed the mountain, and icy winds howled, but temperatures dozens of degrees below zero had no effect on Bai Yang or Little Cat.

"The Alps? I've read about this place. Mont Blanc is less than 5,000 meters tall. Young Master, what are we doing here?" Little Cat asked.

"Breaking through to the Heavenly Master realm, opening a Dao field, and making my presence known to the world!" Bai Yang replied calmly.

After dozens of days of silence, he had gradually come to understand what he needed to do next. His mother's death, the lash it had laid upon his heart, the tempering of his consciousness—he had reached the very limit before a breakthrough!

Some divine path cultivators immersed themselves in the classics of sages and worthies, grasping the deepest truths until a moment of awakening raised them beyond the ordinary. Others observed heaven and earth, comprehended the Great Dao, and rose against fate.

His mother's death had brought Bai Yang grief and torment, but it had also forged him.

Grief had consumed him to the utmost. Now, he had grown indifferent to life and death, his will tempered like steel. He knew what road lay ahead and how he would walk it.

Little Cat's heart skipped a beat. "Young Master, are you about to make another breakthrough? Congratulations!"

If I could bring Mother back to life, I'd give up every bit of power I have!

Bai Yang thought bitterly. He nodded. "Yes. I'm about to break through. Kitty, keep watch over me!"

"All right, Young Master. Don't worry. I won't let