One True World, Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage

His Self of Dao recited the Dao Scripture, his Departed Self recited Buddhist scriptures, and his True Self recited an Emperor Scripture. As all three selves chanted together, Lin Xian gained a profound insight: even if he did not break through to the Four Extremes, he could keep cultivating in the Dao Palace Realm and grow stronger than ever before.

"Living off myself feels great."

Lin Xian sighed in appreciation of the Dao Palace Realm's wonders. Three selves meant three times the speed. If only he had more selves to draw on.

For a moment, he thought of the Self-System from The Sage Who Transcended Samsara.

One could awaken countless selves across parallel universes, gather projections throughout the Myriad Realms, and draw upon the power of innumerable universes. The Sea of Bitterness could not drag one under, and even death could not hold one.

System 10086 warned him, "The Self-System is built upon the True World. The Shrouding the Heavens Universe has no True World."

The True World was fundamentally above the Myriad Realms—a difference in dimension. But neither this universe nor the entire Multiverse offered the conditions for it.

Even the Empyrean and the Plateau of the Land of Calamity, with their Immortal Emperors and Ancestors, were not fundamentally far above other universes.

The Empyrean could produce Immortal Emperors and Ancestors, but so could the Sea of Realms. Their relationship was not that of an Upper Realm and a Lower Realm, but more like that of a bustling city and an impoverished backwater.

Even a lofty fairy from the Empyrean could be beaten senseless by a poor boy from the Great Wilderness.

"There's no higher dimension to ascend into, but I can descend instead."

"Throughout the Dharma Realm, the Void Realm, and every land of the ten directions and