A colorless point appeared before Meng Chuan. In the blink of an eye, it rippled, expanding and contracting.
Then it turned black and white. Ripples of space spun around it, eventually forming a vortex.
Meng Chuan seized his chance, became a streak of light, and vanished in a flash.
He had entered the Life-and-Death Origin Point.
Cold and warmth, deathly stillness and vitality—those were his strongest sensations as he passed through the vortex.
Fire and ice, both reaching deep into his soul and True Spirit.
Space-Time was in chaos, now fast, now slow, now heavy, now light.
It seemed like an instant, yet also like an eternity had passed.
At one moment, Meng Chuan felt himself undergo an indescribable transformation.
He had truly stepped into the Life-and-Death Origin Point, a Near-Dao Land.
What did Meng Chuan see in his first second there?
Nothing at all.
There was nothing here that eyes could see, ears could hear, skin could feel, or the mind could probe for a shape.
Every concept and every understanding Meng Chuan had brought from the outside world ceased to hold here.
Because this was a Near-Dao Land!
What was the Dao?
The root of all laws, the mother of all principles, the source of all virtue.
It was what countless mighty beings, including those on the Other Shore, pursued throughout their lives.
The Dao could not be spoken of or described. People could only give it the name "Dao."
When the Primordial Heavenly Venerable created Heaven, he had acted in accordance with the Dao!
Heaven and Earth were born from it. All things in the world, sentient and insentient alike, evolved from the Dao.
And as the things of the heavens evolved, each had its own roots and origins. Nothing was duckweed without roots.
Thus, once the