At the mountaintop, wind swept past the misty treetops, sending fallen leaves swirling through the air.
Lu He's eyes were slightly closed, as if awake yet not awake, his entire being immersed in enlightenment.
As time passed,
the five-colored radiance flowing around him grew ever richer, faintly seeming to merge with the Dao Stele itself.
He appeared calm on the surface, but deep within his mind, extraordinary phenomena roared and churned.
Lu He's consciousness found itself in a strange space, boundless and nearly void, stretching endlessly into the distance.
Before him, divine rosy clouds surged across the sky, forming a vast canopy that blotted out the heavens and covered the earth. Azure, vermilion, yellow, white, and black light flowed across it without cease.
Beneath the canopy hung countless jeweled tassels. As they collided, they rang out with the grand Dao tones of clashing gold and iron.
Upon closer inspection,
those tassels were actually formed from treasures of every conceivable shape.
Some were precious swords exuding icy killing intent; some were ancient halberds steeped in bloody aura; others were jade seals blooming with crystalline light. There were treasure pagodas, immortal cauldrons, bells and pitch-pipes, lotus platforms—every kind of treasure, each distinct from the next.
The canopy slowly revolved.
Countless exotic treasures chimed together, emanating tyrannical power fluctuations that shook heaven and earth.
Within its shroud, the workings of the Dao changed, faintly forming a terrifying domain of its own, into which no art could intrude in the slightest.
Five-colored treasure light rose again, carrying a terrifying aura that seemed capable of sweeping away every being between heaven and earth.
The scene shifted.
The next moment, a hundred-zhang bronze furnace appeared before him. Its body was carved with Dao patterns: qilins roared, true dragons spat pearls, phoenixes rose through nirvana, and Bifangs