In ancient legends, the creation of heaven and earth was the explosive burst of light, while the end of all things was the eternity of darkness. The final destination of everything was darkness without end.
Every Demon God, no matter what abilities they possessed before becoming Demon Gods, or by what means they ascended, underwent an essential leap the moment they became Demon Gods. They attained Demon Godhood through the Great Source, seizing the Great Source's authority. Thus, they could freely wield every external manifestation of the Great Source—every so-called ability.
Yet with the same qualification, because their paths and ideals differed, the powers ultimately nurtured upon the same foundation, steeped in their own distinct colors, were utterly different as well.
All the abilities in the human world were merely raw materials for them to build their own powers from. Given the same three primary colors, some could produce no more than a child's scribbles, while others could create treasures of civilization worthy of being passed down for countless generations.
Without question, Li Heaven Righteous was the child's scribble, while the black Demon God was a treasure of civilization.
All kinds of powers and authorities converged within it, and the Immortality painting thus constructed was a pure cosmic pagoda!
In an instant, everything vanished. All life lost every sensation—eyes, ears, mouth, nose, form, consciousness; every kind of perception was utterly severed.
And yet, within such dark stillness of death, there was a cluster of light that refused to go out!
Not even the universe's ultimate darkness could diminish by the slightest fraction the radiance blooming from the Dawn War Robe's cloak.
This was the light of the mind!
In the darkness, White Hair looked at that point of light and thought of his own Dream Lock. The so-called Dream Lock