How could he remain so calm?
The Dao Derivation path, unparalleled through all ages, had already reached its final step. Invincible beneath the heavens, yet cut off beyond them.
Only thirty years old, he had been about to make history by achieving True Lord status—yet that history had been ruthlessly erased.
Why could he still be so composed?
Not collapsing, not despondent, not giving up.
Not even...
Harboring hatred?
Those watching this game of fate were nearly collapsing on his behalf!
Wu Daoyou, who had witnessed all of it from beginning to end, wore a complicated look as well.
He had acted too, and he too had been late. Throughout all time, there had been almost no one who could dive through the deep sea of the Heavenly Dao and leave behind a record. That was a game for celestial beings. When celestial beings entered the deep sea of the Heavenly Dao, they would be assimilated by it. When non-celestial beings entered it, they would be rejected by it.
Back when the World Honored One spread his teachings in the Demon Realm, many people later analyzed how He had gotten there. The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons held no record of His passage, nor were there any undiscovered passages between the two worlds. In the end, they could only attribute it to the World Honored One's divine powers being vast beyond all imagination.
Wu Daoyou had actually long harbored a conjecture—the World Honored One might have traveled there by diving through the deep sea of the Heavenly Dao! The Present World was the center of all heavens and myriad realms, and the Heavenly Daos of all realms were like tributaries of the Heavenly Dao of the Present World. This possibility existed in theory. But he was not a celestial being,