His entire body was naked, his features extraordinarily handsome, as though personally carved by the Creator. His physique was nearly perfect, as if he were the true embodiment of the Dao.
In that instant, Ye Lin seemed to have glimpsed the true Dao.
People said the Dao was shadowless and traceless, formless and without sign, yet at this moment, Ye Lin seemed to see the Dao that the world so desperately sought.
Dao and Buddha referred to the same thing—something ethereal and illusory, yet pursued bitterly by all. The paths taken differed, and so did the names.
As the saying went, the Great Dao had myriad forms, yet all ultimately became one.
The young man transformed from the giant's heart began walking through the newly opened world created by the giant. Like a child, he was curious about everything and constantly wandered about in play.
Along the way, he encountered all manner of colossal beasts, but in the end, every one of them was slain by him.
Yet for some inexplicable reason, whenever the colossal beasts of this newly opened world saw him, they would pursue him with mad frenzy.
Left with no choice, he could only take the initiative and strike first.
Along the way, he had no idea how many colossal beasts he killed. He had never encountered a truly worthy opponent. No matter what kind of colossal beast it was, no matter how powerful, all it took was one casual punch from him.
Under that single punch, the colossal beast's body and soul were utterly annihilated, not even a scrap left behind.
Seemingly bored, the young man forced a drop of blood from within his body and scattered it across the boundless heavens and earth. Then, he turned and left.
No one knew where he went after