"The spiritual veins of heaven and earth have revived. I must walk the path of enlightenment. If my Dao can be passed down, I will have greater assurance in taking the next step."
To stand within the river of time and preach the Dao throughout the myriad worlds—Great Dao was me, and all my selves were me. From this, he would enter the Dongzhen Realm.
This step was extraordinarily perilous.
Among the myriad great worlds, the many heavens beyond the realms, and the suns and moons within them, old monsters were everywhere.
There were also peerless prodigies and supreme experts active throughout the worlds.
He had heard that the Dongzhen Realm had five steps, but to ascend into it, one's own Great Dao had to be perfectly harmonized with one's Dao heart.
"Perfect. I came here this time for my own cultivation in the first place. This Painted-Scroll Reincarnation is a tremendous stroke of fortune. Compared to it, the True Lord's inheritance may be lofty and terrifying, but for me at present, I cannot be too greedy."
Some saw this clearly, while others had a thought flash through their hearts.
But without a doubt, nearly every cultivator from beyond the heavens who entered the painted scroll chose to cultivate.
With cultivation laid out before them, what else was there to consider?
After all, cultivation offered far greater possibilities to alter one's fate.
Its upper limit was also much higher.
If one remained merely a mortal, no matter how well one did, one could not escape royal power and wealth, glory draped over one's shoulders, or perhaps a name left in the annals of history.
But for cultivators, why would they need their names recorded in history? They themselves were worldly witnesses to a page of history.
Several days passed.
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