He... or rather, It... was unimaginably enormous.
By Ye Lin's estimate, It stood at least ten thousand zhang tall.
But on second thought, within this boundless Void, so-called "ten thousand zhang" had no meaning at all.
Its existence had already transcended the restraints of space.
A Chaos-hued radiance emanated from Its body, hazy and indistinct, appearing and vanishing from sight.
The light was not dazzling, yet Ye Lin could not look directly at It.
Whenever he tried to make out Its face, his gaze involuntarily slid away, as though an invisible barrier had cut off all prying eyes.
That was... a Saint!
An indescribable shock surged through Ye Lin's heart.
He had seen peak experts at the eighth heaven of the Quasi-Saint realm. Such beings were already enough to make him look up in awe.
Yet now, facing this figure, he finally understood what a true "difference between heaven and abyss" was.
If an eighth-heaven Quasi-Saint was a lofty mountain, then the figure before him was the vault of the sky.
No matter how high a mountain rose, it still lay beneath the heavens.
Just then, the figure moved.
It slowly raised a hand.
That hand was white as jade, its five fingers slender and long, so perfect it seemed to be the Great Dao itself.
It gently extended one finger, touching the Void before It.
Bzzzz—
The Void trembled.
A ripple spread from where that fingertip landed.
The ripple expanded, transforming into boundless Dao essence that filled the Void.
Ye Lin stared fixedly at that finger, his eyes filled with fascination.
That gesture looked simple to the extreme, yet it was also complex to the extreme.
The laws, principles, and profound mysteries it contained were as vast as a sea of mist, unfathomably deep.
He desperately tried to commit