Life and death, death and life—the mysteries of the Myriad Heavens were laid bare in those two words.
The sense of abstract concepts grew stronger as Meng Chuan ventured deeper into the Life-and-Death Origin Point.
He leaped left, then right; right, then left; forward, then back; back, then forward.
Suddenly, something that could only be called a ripple swept toward him.
Black-and-white lightning flashed toward Meng Chuan, woven of concept and reality, turning the wheel of life and death across the heavens.
It sought to strike down Meng Chuan, this Dao-nearing cultivator and Dao Peering cultivator.
No one was plotting against him. This was the Life-and-Death Origin Point's natural response.
Force worked both ways.
As Meng Chuan pressed deeper into the Life-and-Death Origin Point, he drew ever closer to the Great Dao. Now it pushed back.
This could be called Near-Dao Punishment.
Meng Chuan paid the lightning no heed and let it strike his body.
He could withstand Near-Dao Punishment of this degree.
And the lightning, though a calamity, also held the mysteries of life and death.
Meng Chuan stopped when he reached a certain depth.
"I can't go any closer. If I do, I risk being assimilated," he murmured. Given his own strength, this was the safest point he could reach.
The Laws of the Nine Netherworlds did not extend into the Life-and-Death Origin Point, so his cultivation had fallen from Perfected Creation once more.
Yet without the Nine Netherworlds' support, the Dao of Life and Death here healed the wounds to the Dao within him even faster.
If Meng Chuan could reach the very depths of the Life-and-Death Origin Point, those mere wounds left by a Quasi-Immortal Emperor would heal in an instant.
Unfortunately, he could not.
He had no wish to die yet.
The closer one came