Chaos Border Wasteland.
This was a cold, desolate edge of the universe.
There were no ancient life-bearing stars anywhere around, only countless shattered meteors and stellar remains floating silently through the darkness.
This was a true land of death, where even the Great Dao Laws seemed exceedingly sparse.
Desolate Heaven Emperor Shi Hao had chosen this barren starry expanse for the most important transformation of his life.
Shi Hao sat cross-legged atop a massive ruined star.
Around him, layer upon layer of bloodlight surged and heaved like a vast ocean, endlessly battering the surrounding stars.
The sight was too terrifying. The cosmic river of stars trembled, space cracked apart, black holes collapsed, and the entire world seemed on the verge of destruction.
"The path of cultivation has always been like a hundred boats vying in the current, the Ten Thousand Races competing for the lead. One must press onward in the face of adversity. Where is there any broad, level Great Dao?" Shi Hao murmured, his gaze incomparably resolute.
He knew full well that he had to hack through thorns and briars and wade open a path of blood.
Three feet above his head hung a cluster of light of ultimate brilliance.
It burned madly there, like a dazzling scorching sun.
Some distant great stars melted directly beneath that terrifying heat, then exploded amid the dark universe.
Within that sphere of light sat a golden little man the size of a fist. It was Shi Hao's own divinity.
"Divinity Three Feet Above the Head—that is my own divinity, so why should it remain outside my body? It must return within and serve me, forged into one!" Shi Hao whispered, his voice carrying the all-or-nothing resolve of smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats.
Rumble!
Within Shi Hao's body, the Five