The two flying carriages moved with difficulty along the Star Stairway, dragged forward by the exertions of the cultivators. After a long while, they finally passed through the nebula barrier and reached the upper end. A level expanse condensed from light of every color appeared beneath them, while the cultivators all dropped to their knees.
Zhang Yu looked ahead. At this moment, the palace was finally fully revealed before him. It could not be completely described in words. To the eyes of an ordinary cultivator, it resembled a magnificent palace encased in amber, surrounded by frozen radiance that extended outward, permeating the void itself.
Yet in truth, this was merely one aspect of it. Under the observation of his Eye Seal, the very existence of this palace displayed the existence of the Dao.
The Dao was not some concrete thing, yet it was everywhere and could be sought by people. For instance, Dao methods were principles that cultivators had summarized and organized, which could be passed down for later generations to investigate and cultivate.
The Dao had always been there. What cultivators obtained was merely one facet of it, derived only from their own interpretation of the Dao—or rather, the Dao as they themselves were capable of understanding it.
Yet this Origin Upper Hall could make the formless Dao settle into form, allowing it to be seen directly, so that the moment one saw it, one knew: this was called the Dao.
This was a means of displaying its own deep foundation. Even if cultivators could behold the Dao, their own limitations meant they could not comprehend the entirety of it. They could only know what it was, and endless shock and boundless yearning would arise within them.
He believed that if anyone else had come here, they would surely