Thunder exploded, bursting forth with Eternal Light.
Dazzling radiance flooded everything. Infinite time and infinite space echoed and resonated with the eternal brilliance at this very moment.
This was undoubtedly an exceedingly terrifying sight. The path of eternity was a path that defied heaven, using the false to cultivate the true. What it sought was: heaven and earth fall silent, while my Dao remains eternal.
To achieve the Dao, one did not know how much power or how much fortune had to be seized. Even Immortality, merely the starting point, required enduring hundreds of millions of tribulations. As for eternity, the countless calamities within it were even harder to measure.
To a dimension, eternal beings were nothing more than parasites—targets that needed to be purged.
By all reason, if this dimension had developed normally, there could not possibly have been so many eternal beings at this point in time.
Eternity was not so easily attained!
Yet at this moment, these eternal beings who defied heaven had instead won the favor of the dimension and received the "Heavenly Mandate." This was simply unimaginable.
As for the Blood Saint, under such empowerment, he had fallen into an unprecedentedly wondrous state.
If his previous perception of the dimension had been like riding a small boat across an infinite ocean, laboriously sailing against wind and waves, cleaving through the gale and breaking the surf just to advance an inch, then now, the mighty winds and surging waves were all lifting him up, pushing him toward the endpoint—the fruition called "Yuanshi" at the end of eternity.
If this state could be maintained, he was confident that perhaps in no more than a hundred thousand years, he could attain Yuanshi.
But he also knew that this was no more than wishful thinking.
Even so, he had