"Tsk, these past few years have been unusually peaceful. I wonder how Grandpa Zhao and Auntie Jinling have been getting on in their little life."
Inside the underground chamber of Lesser Qiong Peak, within the hollow painting scroll beneath an inconspicuous painting.
The tiny figure Li Changshou had transformed into sat comfortably in a miniature armchair, holding a night-shining cup as he savored the many mysteries brought by his breakthrough in the Dao realm.
Cultivation was like the wine in this cup—the longer one immersed oneself in it, the mellower and more fragrant it became.
Scanning within himself, the Xuanhuang Pagoda floated up and down by his Primordial Spirit; the Merit Pool surrounding it shone with dazzling golden light.
Though two great sums of merit were still owed to him, the Heavenly Court God Positions and the incense merit provided by the Sea God Cult of the Southern Continent were slowly yet ceaselessly increasing Li Changshou's accumulation of merit.
At this rate, he would most likely be able to form his Merit Golden Body before the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods fully erupted.
Of course, if that truly infuriating one-in-ten-thousand chance came to pass...
Then he could only stay carefully on guard and dare not voice any opinions.
Senior Brother Xuandu had once said that perhaps the Dao Ancestor was preventing him from forming a Merit Golden Body so that he could cultivate more effectively.
Li Changshou had always harbored some doubts about that.
He naturally knew that the Merit Golden Body was, on one hand, a death-immunity token, while on the other, it would be influenced by the Heavenly Dao.
But what the Great Mage did not understand was that if Li Changshou's Great Dao of Balance wished to take those final steps beyond perfection in