Amid countless astonished gazes, within that state that was neither nonexistence nor existence, dreamlike and boundless, a youth dressed in black stepped out, one step at a time.
There were no patterns or traces upon him that symbolized laws and principles, that represented the deepest and mightiest mysteries. All he possessed was an utterly perfect bearing, as though his heart were already filled with infinite treasures, inexhaustible beyond measure. He no longer needed to seek anything outside himself, nor did he need to display himself in any way.
Beyond that, the youth possessed no divine power, no dharmic power, no extraordinary power. At a glance, he looked like the purest kind of "human"—not an immortal, Buddha, god, or saint; not a spirit, monster, demon, or devil. Only a human, nothing more.
But if he truly were merely human, how could he possibly appear in such a place?
Even that storm that destroyed all things could only lift the hem of his robes and stir his hair like a gentle breeze?!
Humans were indeed the most common species in the dimensions of time and space, but humanity's upper limit could never be so high. That had been fixed from the very birth of the concept of "human."
Even cultivation masters born among humans would undergo transformation after reaching a certain height, becoming something no longer human from then on!
This was most evident at the stage where an ordinary creature attained higher dimensions and became a Great Lord.
With that leap into the air, from low dimension to high dimension, the concept of "human" had already been twisted and left behind, replaced by a new species.
Even Zhao Cheng before this, who had followed the path of piling low dimensions into high dimensions and had reached its end, had still resembled