As the Artifact Spirit of this ancient hall suspended in the heavens, seated high amid the clouds, the Thunder Dragon True Soul had long witnessed all the vicissitudes of the Mortal World.
Its origins were ancient, its identity mysterious. Its only rare amusement in ordinary days was dealing with these living disciples.
When the Thunder Dragon True Soul received another Flying Light message, it was somewhat surprised.
After all, this reward was fairly good.
Regardless of one's cultivation, as long as one had not entered the Dao, one could personally experience the encounter of Divine Wandering Beyond the Heavens.
Beyond the Heavens stretched vast and boundless. There were stars and constellations, endless Return Ruins, and other things amid the starry sky, yet it all carried a certain deathly silence.
This was because the Great Dao did not manifest Beyond the Heavens, nor did its laws. That alone would have been one thing, but cultivation Beyond the Heavens seemed to offer nothing apart from dry meditation—no lands of opportunity waiting for later cultivators to discover.
That was only natural. Even any opportunities that might appear had most likely been things lost from the Primordial Era Nine Heavens.
Some cultivators specifically went Beyond the Heavens to try their luck.
To a certain extent, it was an act born of helplessness.
Within the Nine Heavens Great Realm, countless cultivators heard the legends passed down from the Primordial Era and competed against other cultivators beneath heaven and earth. The pressure was too great, so they might as well broaden their horizons and turn their gaze Beyond the Heavens.
At the very least, they might stumble upon good fortune and discover some ruin Beyond the Heavens.
Or perhaps they could find traces of a Minor Realm.
For such a colossal existence as Nine Heavens, Minor