"See that fellow?"
Among the countless cultivators of this Lower Realm, the "fellow" it spoke of had one shared, supreme title.
...the Heavenly Dao.
To Little Lei, though, that was at most its "former employer."
Back in those days, it had been nothing more than a wisp of unfeeling tribulation lightning between heaven and earth...
Its daily work consisted of striking cultivators who tried to defy heaven and change their fate.
It was thankless drudgery, the dirty work most likely to offend people, until the day it foolishly struck its current boss just as he was preparing to reach Core Formation.
After that, it had stepped onto the broad, sunlit road to meteoric success.
Now, hearing its current boss say he wanted a "meeting" with its former employer, Little Lei froze briefly before suddenly growing excited.
Returning nowhere after finding wealth was like wearing brocade in the dark.
It was now Si Chen's foremost divine weapon, after all. Meeting its former employer... naturally gave it a little something to swagger about.
When Little Lei remained silent, Si Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "What? Can't we go?"
"Of course we can!"
Little Lei gave a couple of dry chuckles. "Anyone else certainly couldn't, but you absolutely can!"
It cleared its throat, trying hard to sound more professional:
"Boss, that place is called the 'Origin Realm.'"
"But if you want to fly there, or use Great Void Shift... neither will work."
Si Chen grew interested as he listened. "Oh? Why?"
Little Lei thought for a moment, finding an analogy it considered suitable:
"If the world we're standing in now is a finished painting..."
"Then the mountains, rivers, living beings, and even its laws are all ink marks painted on the front."
"The Origin Realm... is the back of that painting."
"It has