"World Class—complete!"
Lu Yunhe felt the harmony and wholeness within himself. He had clearly reached a peak.
And above that peak stood the Lords, as distant as the heavens.
"That was pretty fast!"
For someone like him, who had achieved the Dao by enslaving a Source World, reaching completion had come naturally. There had been no bottleneck.
Those who achieved the Dao through a Primordial Bloodline needed long ages to comprehend its essence. Worse, the bloodline's influence could sometimes cancel out the boost in comprehension that came with advancing.
"Next is becoming a Primordial Lord—truly reaching the level of the Primal Chaos Dao," Lu Yunhe mused.
For cultivators born as ordinary lifeforms, there were essentially only two realms: Universe Gods still trapped within the cage, and Primordial Lords who had escaped it.
The Origin Dao and the Primal Chaos Dao. Those were the only two levels.
The so-called Primal Chaos Dao was merely an umbrella term. At its core, it was the fusion of the Origin Dao with one's own will.
That power surpassed the bounds of a Source World's Origin Dao and touched the power of Endless Primal Chaos Space. That was why it was called the "Primal Chaos Dao."
A Great Dao alone did not hold much power. It had to form a system of rules, then be driven by will, before it could unleash its true strength.
Having gained a foothold in every branch of the Origin Dao, Lu Yunhe's understanding of origins and worlds had reached an extraordinary height.
Some things, some concepts, became clear to him naturally. He needed no one to point them out.
Before Lu Yunhe's eyes, the entire world appeared shattered like glass, yet perfectly unified as a single whole.
Fracture and unity, two opposing qualities, intertwined in Lu Yunhe's mind and