The steward lowered his hand, a trace of chill in his eyes. "I said it already. This is the herb garden. Who allowed you to interrupt while I was lecturing?"
"If you violate the Immortal Sect's rules again, this will be your fate."
"Remember this: here, rules and laws matter most. No one may defy them..."
He went on and on at great length.
Yet Wen Fang clearly saw threads of twisted Great Dao aura drifting around the steward at that very moment.
This Great Dao aura was profoundly unfathomable.
It gave him a feeling almost identical to that of the Dao Lords in the heavens.
Yet it lacked the vast grandeur of a Dao Lord's Great Dao.
Where did this power come from?
It could not possibly have been the steward's own power.
Could it be because the power of an ancient immortal from this sect still remains here?
Wen Fang's brows drew tightly together.
He could sense that something was wrong with this place.
The steward's strange contradictions were precisely what made him feel that something was amiss.
In particular, the rules and laws the man kept mentioning reminded him of certain minor worlds crawling with sinister and bizarre evils.
Beyond heaven lay other heavens. The ten directions of samsara and countless realms, along with myriad universes and worlds, formed the vast cultivation realm of the Nine Heavens.
Some worlds had exceptionally peculiar cultivation systems. They did not cultivate the Great Dao, yet possessed laws of their own.
They bore some resemblance to the era before antiquity, when Heavenly Gods roamed unhindered.
The strangeness before his eyes also made him immediately think of the Age of the Heavenly Gods before antiquity.
Before the Heavenly Gods came the savage primeval age.
Yet if one spoke of when all living