Before the Dao Lord's envoy stood a towering Dao palace—and only a Dao palace. There was no platinum earth. The ancient palace complex stood at the highest point, countless dimensions above the Doomsday Hollow.
Beneath the Dao palace lay the Doomsday Hollow, and beneath the Hollow stretched a boundless, endless "sea." Every dimension was but a speck of dust within that sea. This was the Infinite World.
Originally, nowhere within being and nonbeing could one see the entirety of the Infinite World. Even when the Doomsday Hollow had stood at its highest, all it could see was one corner of the Infinite World.
Yet at this moment, when the Dao Lord's envoy lowered his head, he found that the Infinite World was still boundless and endless—yet he could also see its end.
It possessed no end, yet had been forcibly bestowed with one, thus producing such a contradiction.
Even with the Dao Lord's envoy's realm and mind, the sight made him tremble.
Back when reincarnation had first begun to collapse, it was not as though he had never entertained the thought of competing with Zhao Cheng, this Great Heavenly Venerable.
He had even thought that as the great calamity rose at dusk and dragons and serpents took to the land, anything was possible in the final reincarnation.
If Zhao Cheng's single strike in that battle during the first great collision of dimensions had shattered his ambition and left him no longer daring to contend—
Then what he witnessed now left him utterly lost.
This was no longer a realm one might reach merely by cultivating for however many years, enduring however many calamities, or passing through however many reincarnations.
What they cultivated was fundamentally not even the same thing.
After being lost in thought for a moment, the Dao Lord's