Heavenly Might was boundless and inviolable. After all, in this world, the Heaven and Earth Rules were the most powerful. Defying Heaven was merely a dream in one's heart. The Heaven and Earth Rules were like the sea, and all living beings beneath Heaven were like fish. No matter how powerful a fish became, it could not escape the sea's limits. To break free of the sea, one had to leap out into another world.
Amid the Heavenly Might, the survivors of the calamity discovered that the illusory clusters of Heaven Burying Tombs had vanished. The entire space was empty, like a primordial vacuum, tranquil and silent, without a trace of noise—pure and pristine.
Daoist Hunyuan looked at the cultivators who had been reduced to less than half their original number. An indescribable sorrow welled within him. The path of cultivation was already arduous beyond measure, fraught with danger at every step. Add the calamities of Heaven and Earth, and no one could claim they would endure forever. Becoming a Saint was the greatest temptation of all. Saints were impervious to countless calamities and existed alongside Heaven and Earth.
He silently followed the group onward, his heart swelling with endless emotion. One who failed to become a Saint would remain an ant—but what came after becoming a Saint? The group was unusually quiet. Everyone had some kind of realization or thought weighing on their minds. They had been powerless before the might of Heaven and Earth, and helpless as they watched their companions perish.
There were mysterious places between Heaven and Earth. They seemed peaceful, yet were riddled with danger; one careless mistake could bring eternal ruin. Had he been right to embark on this road to the Heavenly Gate? Could he overcome these countless dangers, reach the final Origin