Heaven's Gate

If it wasn't a natural change, Zhao Cheng thought, then the difference did not seem all that great. Its source had to be some incomparably powerful force, perhaps even one surpassing a Grand Lord.

Posuo had never actually seen a Grand Lord. Though he too was a Half-Lord who had passed two Heaven Gates, and seemed to be only one realm away from a Grand Lord, that single step was the difference between Heaven and earth, between Gods and Devils and ants. Beneath the Grand Lord realm, one was merely a seeker of the Dao; at the Grand Lord realm, one was an accomplisher of the Dao. Their Dao was branded into the boundless void, enduring through the ages, existing as long as Heaven and earth.

Indeed, if they were willing to pay the price, a Grand Lord could completely shatter an entire universe.

Of course, such shattering did not mean destroying the world with a single strike. It meant setting off a chain of reactions, a process that took time—but even so, it showed just how powerful and terrifying a Grand Lord was.

Since ancient times, there had been countless cultivators in Ancient Cosmos, and innumerable Half-Lords. Yet there were very few Grand Lords.

One needed to pass five Heaven Gates to attain Grand Lordhood, but every single Heaven Gate was incomparably difficult. It could no longer be achieved through time and bitter endurance alone; one needed accumulation, and one also needed fate.

Posuo had gone to the Sword Ancestor's Grand Tomb because he had sensed where his fated opportunity lay. Thus, even knowing full well how dangerous the grand tomb was, he had still gone.

Cultivation was a struggle to cross the river, and all cultivators were struggling to cross.

And to call that crossing a path of