Xiao Nannan gazed at the wondrous Star Sea too, her eyes wide with excitement.
Although it was not her first time seeing these images, she still found them utterly magical.
"The human world stretches boundless, the mortal world without end. Who could ever escape it?"
Tai spoke softly. Even Immortal Emperors who had reached Transcendence beyond the Bitter Sea, those on the Other Shore, or those who had reached Sacrificial Dao, the Dao Fruit Embryo, or even Half-Step Dao Fruit—
They were still within the mortal world.
They had reached Transcendence beyond the Bitter Sea, but not beyond the mortal world.
As long as they existed, they could never leave it.
Tai raised a hand and drew a wisp of mortal-world aura from the Star Sea.
It flowed around Tai's fingertips without backlash or resistance, quiet and strangely harmonious with him.
The harmony of one big, loving family.
Tai had entered this mortal world and had never intended to leave.
Primordial Beginning was the past, the act of opening.
Daode was the present, the act of evolving.
Lingbao was the future, the act of ending.
Tai was Daode. He would always exist within the mortal world: the mortal world of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, of the Boundary Sea, of the Heavens above, of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds...
What he represented was existence itself.
Tai had already begun absorbing the power of Era cycles. This mortal world was naturally part of an Era; conversely, an Era was also part of the mortal world.
This boundless human realm, this teeming mortal world, was an essential part of an Era too.
Children of Fortune, countless heroes, the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao—these lofty things belonged to an Era.
But the mortal world could not be stripped away from it