The starry sky lay deathly still, without a single sound.
Only the hazy figure of "Questioning Thought," condensed from Great Dao runes and the power of heart-questioning, remained.
And the three ultimate questions it posed, piercing straight to the origin and heavier than a sea of stars.
They echoed in Ye Tian's heart, while also reaching, indistinctly, the senses of every spectator outside who watched with bated breath.
What is the Dao?
Why do you seek the Dao?
Where does transcendence lie?
These three simple questions seemed to contain the ultimate principles of the universe's birth and destruction, weighing down countless prodigies' Dao hearts until they could scarcely breathe.
Even the elders on the elevated platform wore solemn, thoughtful expressions, asking themselves whether they could give a perfect answer in his position.
Every gaze converged on the white-robed imperial figure at the center of the starry sky, as deep as a still abyss and imposing as a mountain.
Faced with these ultimate immortal-slaying questions, enough to make even a True Immortal ponder.
Ye Tian slowly raised his head. His gaze was as calm as an ancient well or a deep pool, yet seemed to reflect the birth, destruction, and reincarnation of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
There was not a trace of hesitation or confusion on his face, only the understanding and serenity of one who saw through everything.
He seemed like an ultimate, all-knowing existence.
He did not speak immediately, but gently closed his eyes, as though arranging his words, or questioning his own heart one final time.
Several breaths later, he slowly opened his eyes. Chaotic light flowed within them, as though scenes of heaven and earth being created were unfolding.
As though the birth and destruction of worlds lay within his grasp, requiring only a thought.
He