Great Summoning Technique!
Four words, spoken as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze!
Yet the instant they left Gu Changqing's lips, an incomparably vast, soul-seizing aura spread outward.
Even his entire presence suddenly grew razor-sharp, as though he could sweep across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
The reason was simple!
The Great Summoning Technique.
This was another Supreme Dharma among the Three Thousand Great Daos.
It stood alongside the Great Firmament Technique, the Great Chaos Art, and the other arts Gu Changqing had once wielded.
In his original world, the requirements for casting this Dao Art were harsh to the extreme.
One had to use ten thousand years of lifespan as a catalyst, spend three thousand years gathering the purest vow power between heaven and earth, the most fundamental spiritual qi, and the most profound dao rhythm, then temper them repeatedly and sculpt them with meticulous care before a single talisman could be refined.
And that talisman could accomplish no more than a single summoning.
It could summon a particular being to descend, or project one's divine sense into an otherwise unreachable place.
Ten thousand years of lifespan and three thousand years of refining, all for one summoning.
The price was so steep that any Mighty Expert would shrink back at the sight.
Yet at this moment, Gu Changqing stood within Chaos.
There was no heaven or earth here, no sun or moon, no stars, nothing of acquired creation.
There was only an inexhaustible, endless supply of chaos origin power.
Those chaos storms that could make even a Sage recoil, those torrents of space-time turbulence that could tear apart a Daluo Golden Immortal, those tangled laws and order that nevertheless contained the very roots of the Great Dao-in Gu Changqing's eyes, they were neither dangers nor obstacles, but...