On the earth, Jun wore a white robe as he stood upon the altar, gazing up at the sky. All around him stood his disciples and followers.
At this moment, there were no celestial phenomena in the heavens. The sky remained clear for ten thousand miles, the blazing sun shining bright.
Yet Jun could clearly sense something immense filling heaven, earth, time, and space. It was beyond words—a vast, mighty masculinity. No matter how florid the language, it could not describe even one ten-billionth of its greatness.
Before he knew it, tears were already streaming down Jun's face.
To hear the Dao in the morning—one could die that evening without regret.
Yet aside from Jun, there was no other life in this world capable of sensing, or understanding, such powerful beauty.
Not even Zhao Xiang, who had already entered the Divine Domain.
However, beyond this world, there were two outsiders who also sensed that greatness.
Unlike Jun, both of them wore expressions as though they had seen a ghost.
No one could have imagined that the one to ultimately attain the Dao would be Zhao Cheng, who had been the weakest and most shallow-rooted at the very beginning.
In truth, not even Zhao Cheng's true body had expected that his Daoist body could come this far.
The most crucial turning point had been Qing's laws, which had divided his Daoist body into righteousness and evil, allowing Zhao Cheng's evil side to fully align with the power of the apocalypse.
Without that stroke of divine inspiration, none of what followed could ever have happened.
After all, Zhao Cheng's own power was not so great that he could do everything. There were still many things beyond his ability.
Thus, the fact that Zhao Cheng's Daoist body could attain the Dao at this