A Million Years of Secluded Cultivation

Slash!

A streak of light cut through the void. The instant it appeared, all of spacetime seemed to dim.

Even the towering, boundless figure in crimson armor blurred, as though that streak of light had drawn every last glimmer toward itself. The fluctuations of the Dao and its laws vanished completely.

All things! All Daos! All laws! They ceased to exist in that moment.

Only that streak of light remained.

"The Great Dao Without Bounds?" Wu Yuan stared blankly at the blade light that had suddenly flashed past.

The blade light was not especially dazzling, and its fluctuations were nowhere near as vast as those of the fourth form.

Yet it contained a different kind of mystery and will.

It flew ever onward, faster and faster, farther and farther, higher and higher... growing increasingly elusive, beyond all reach.

It was a will that never stopped!

It was a yearning to explore without end.

"This strike?" Wu Yuan was deeply shaken. He had sensed little of the Mysteries of the Dao in that streak of light, yet it had moved him far more than the first four forms.

It was as if it had led him into an entirely new world.

As if it had shown him the way to the future.

Whoosh!

Perhaps only an instant had passed; perhaps ten thousand years. That streak of light had crossed the boundless void, and spacetime had returned to normal.

"Remember!"

"The path of your own Dao can only be sought within yourself." The sonorous voice rang out again. "The paths of those who came before are for reference, not blind imitation. When you can completely forget my Five Forms of Destruction, your own Dao will be complete."

Whoosh!

An invisible ripple swept past. Wu Yuan's consciousness body dissolved with a crash, and