Silence fell over Biyou Palace.
After all, Gu Changqing's conjecture was simply too explosive.
Or rather, if a humanoid Heavenly Dao truly came into being, just how terrifying would "its" strength become?
Ordinary cultivators attained the Dao through their bodies, perfecting their cultivation before they could secure that sliver of a chance at transcendence.
The Heavenly Dao, however, would take the opposite path-using the Dao to form a body!
With the Heavenly Dao's order throughout the Primordial World as its bones, and the faith and fortune of countless living beings as its blood, it would condense a genuine "human body." For such an existence, a single word would be law, a single thought would be heavenly punishment, and every movement would shift heaven and earth and transform all things.
Unimaginable.
Simply unimaginable.
Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu exchanged glances, each seeing an undisguisable solemnity in the others' eyes.
Even when it had only been speculation, they had already felt a chill. But upon closer consideration, how could the power of that finger, the "status" of that finger, possibly resemble the workings of cold, impersonal rules?
It had clearly been a hand with a will of its own!
Only Gu Changqing remained as irreverent and nonchalant as ever.
He lounged against a jade pillar and took another swig of wine. The wine trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he could not be bothered to wipe it away. He merely narrowed his drunken eyes and gazed at the drifting clouds above the palace, as though he were looking not at the sky over Biyou Palace, but at something farther away, somewhere deeper.
"Nephew Changqing."
Unable to hold back any longer, Nuwa asked softly:
"What you said... could that truly be possible?"
"Uh... hard to say."
Gu Changqing let out a wine