Fang Yun moved like a swimming dragon through water, utterly unaffected by the many spaces within the Chaos Boundary as he entered its depths.
Boundless golden light illuminated heaven and earth. The edges of every space composing the Chaos Boundary seemed to have been traced in gold by an exquisite painter.
The instant he entered the depths, Fang Yun felt a tangible pressure.
Or rather, it was no longer pressure, but the omnipresent power of the Sacred Way.
Fang Yun's body was pressed slightly shorter by that immense force.
Not only Fang Yun, but Book Mountain and the gathered Saints behind him, as well as the Peak Saint Ancestors who followed, were all compressed by that strange power like bodies of soft clay, shrinking by a full circle.
It was as though this world were declaring that beneath Heaven, all living beings were small.
Fang Yun raised his head and looked ahead.
Before him stood a translucent golden giant, so many hundreds of millions of miles tall that countless stars revolved around it.
Where such majesty stood, a galaxy formed of its own accord.
When the Sacred Way between heaven and earth reached him, it arranged itself neatly from bottom to top, without the slightest discrepancy.
He seemed to be the order of heaven and earth, the rites and laws of the Myriad Worlds—unresisted, unbetrayed.
The translucent giant of golden light did not move, its eyes tightly shut. Yet its form was somewhat blurred; it was not a physical entity, but a kind of power.
The golden giant was hollow inside. At the very center of its body stood a glittering golden humanoid statue, a thousand miles tall, like a mountain or a towering peak.
The golden statue sat upright upon a broad dragon throne, both hands resting on the