The War God Palace floated high above the Nine Heavens.
The shifting winds and clouds of the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with this place.
Within the hall, darkness ran deep. Only an ever-burning lamp flickered amid the dust of ages, casting dim, mottled light.
Ye Tian sat cross-legged on the Dao Enlightenment Bed polished from chaos origin stone, his white robes whiter than snow, his black hair cascading like a waterfall.
He remained utterly motionless, like a fossil drifting through the River of Years.
He was comprehending the Dao, questioning his innermost heart.
Though only a short time had passed since he entered the god king domain, to Ye Tian, it felt as though his spirit had undergone an entire cycle of reincarnation.
God king. Those words carried far too much weight.
They were not merely the name of a cultivation realm, but a leap to a higher level of existence.
They were the foundation of the supreme imperial dao domain.
All who cultivate pursue the divine Dao. True gods kindle divine flames, god kings build divine kingdoms, God Venerables touch the laws, and God Sovereigns... command the Great Dao.
Ye Tian murmured inwardly, his voice reverberating through his empty sea of consciousness like mighty bells, deafening in their resonance.
But what makes a king?
Is it merely the accumulation of divine power? Merely control over the laws?
No. That is only a false king, a slave to power.
At Ye Tian's brow, the tiny golden figure of his primordial spirit slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze blazed like a torch, as though seeing through the essence of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
A true king cultivates the heart and proves the Dao!
Boom!
As his understanding deepened, the chaos qi sea within him began to