Celestial Angling

While his descendants had won a great victory, Li Xiang, their ancestor, was not faring so well.

At the Body Integration stage, one ultimately merged one's dao arena with oneself. I am the Dao—then the Great Dao could be shaped at will, and a person could rival heaven and earth themselves. There were also methods like Li Kuanghua's, shaping clay figures to gather faith, or sending one's soul thousands upon thousands of miles away to invade another's divine soul. As for Mahayana, the only one Li Xiang had ever briefly encountered was the unfathomable Blue Ancestor. He had fought a Mahayana cultivator in the Imperial Capital as well—more precisely, he had escaped one.

It was nothing like facing a Mahayana cultivator head-on as he was today.

Li Xiang sat cross-legged above the clouds. A little farther up was the Beyond, a place cut off by the Dao of Space, also known as the firmament. When he first arrived here, Li Xiang had been especially surprised. Beyond the firmament stretched boundless seven-colored light. Unfortunately, even his spatial laws could not perceive anything beyond the firmament; he could only see it with his naked eyes. Those seven-colored lights were like rings encircling the entire world, sealing it off from everything outside.

Li Xiang vaguely guessed that those halos outside were planets, forming a visible Milky Way. Billowing gases continuously flowed in from beyond and returned to the world. Yet this world was vastly different from the real one. This place was flat, an endless expanse of level ground.

Li Xiang frowned. The family archives had also recorded everything concerning the Beyond. Legend had it that the Beyond was a void. Yet now, viewed through the theories of reality, whether civilization existed outside became a lingering question in Li Xiang's heart. In such