The top floor of the Limit Dojo headquarters.
Li Qingxu sat cross-legged in the center of the training hall, like a deity carved from white jade. Faint golden blood was visibly coursing through his body.
Cosmic energy surged into him in an endless tide.
Within the Dao Palace, the four divine organs trembled in unison, and the heavenly music of the Great Dao rang out.
Whether it was his Past Self or his Dao Self, one of them chanted a profound scripture, stirring his life's master and making his present self eternal.
The Nine-Layer Pagoda floated within the Dao Palace. Ever since he entered the Dao Palace Secret Realm, the protective Dao Artifact he had forged had risen from the Wheel Sea into the Dao Palace.
Vast amounts of cosmic energy were devoured by the Sacred Body's cells. The resulting life essence surged into the Dao Palace, determined to break through some kind of barrier and advance to the fifth heaven of the Dao Palace.
There were no years in cultivation. Time slipped quietly by.
The balance of power across the world was also changing without anyone noticing.
The Limit Dojo was now, without question, Earth's greatest power, followed by the Huaxia Nation, and then the Thunder Dojo.
All of this was thanks to the divine might Li Qingxu had displayed during the global broadcast.
He had casually summoned a towering mountain. The attack's range had spanned more than a hundred kilometers. It was simply inhuman.
Every day, warriors from other powers joined the Limit Dojo, hoping to receive Li Qingxu's guidance.
But ever since that battle, people had realized that Li Qingxu seemed to have vanished. Even after joining the Limit Dojo, they never saw him.
It wasn't just them. Even Hong, the Chief Hall Master of the Limit