Zhang Yang walked through the boundless rivers of time and space, no longer knowing where he had arrived.
There was nothing in the Void, nothing he could use as an anchor.
He could not even be certain whether this was the point in time when he had entered the Great Void.
What he could be certain of, however, was that he might not be so far from the First Realm now.
The most important thing was to find a world so he could determine all this.
At that moment, he felt as though he had returned to the time when he had first comprehended the Dao.
With a single step, he could travel an immense distance through the Void.
Because space itself was one of the powers that existed within the Void.
Coupled with the power of the Void Origin, Zhang Yang strode through the Void like a deity.
By his reckoning, nearly a year had passed before he finally saw the existence of a world.
The moment he saw that world, he immediately concealed his aura.
If his aura were too powerful, the world's Guardians would sense it, which could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.
Would it not be enough for him simply to suppress his aura and enter the world?
Why make such an imposing entrance and invite misunderstandings?
He calmly entered the world.
The instant he saw the state of the world, he was dumbfounded.
Was this world not far too weak?
Why did it resemble the First Realm from two hundred thousand years ago? Forget the Emperor Realm—there were only a scattered few in the Dao Realm.
Could it be that he had encountered a newly born world again?
He first sensed the cultivation methods of the world's experts, then simulated Dao Realm cultivation for himself and