Ming He stood in the Blood Sea, lost in thought as its waters churned without end.
Far away in the far north, beneath thousands of miles of ocean, the Netherworld was just as unsettled.
"Creating a Dao? The Literary Dao?"
"The Three Thousand Great Daos can actually be created? Unbelievable!"
"If I could seize this Dao..."
A sinister chill spread, sweeping across the seabed for thousands of miles.
In a Taoist temple far to the south, two men had long since stopped their game of chess. Both were watching a place in the Primordial World.
"He's actually creating a Dao!"
"Heh! That kid is truly bizarre. The Three Thousand Great Daos have existed since time immemorial, neither increasing nor diminishing, and he can still create one?!"
The Red-haired Bearded Man widened his eyes as he spoke, staring at Lin Changqing with undisguised astonishment.
"The Dao Ancestor once said that Heaven and Earth are imperfect. Perhaps the laws of the Dao were incomplete from the start."
The old Taoist opposite the bearded man gave his horsetail whisk a slight wave and spoke with a smile, equally shocked.
"One wall, one Dao. He's set up three walls to pass down three methods. Could it be..."
The old Taoist trailed off, and he and the bearded man both sucked in a breath.
One wall, one Dao. Three walls—could he be creating three Daos?
At that moment, countless people watching the scene had the same thought. Their hearts filled with shock, yet they were already calculating the possibilities.
The Sages, however, had never once looked away.
Lin Changqing gazed at the character "Wen" on the central cliff face, where countless Daoist laws had gathered, and smiled faintly.
He looked up. The rolling black clouds had not descended. A gray figure appeared once more, but