Above the firmament.
An incomparably profound Great Way road appeared.
It was the Heaven-Cleaving Road.
There was no space on the road, no time, not even any attributes.
There was only boundless profundity stretching as far as the eye could see.
Whether one used divine sense or any other method to examine it,
one could not see the end of the road.
When Xu Zimo saw that Heaven-Cleaving Road, fear welled up within him.
A fear of the unknown.
It had been a long time since he had felt fear.
Yet at this moment, before the Heavenly Dao, it was as though all his strength had been stripped away.
Like a mortal encountering a natural calamity.
Fragile as an ant.
Xu Zimo shifted his gaze away from the Heaven-Cleaving Road.
He knew that all fear stemmed from insufficient strength.
His strength could still grow stronger.
As he was now, he had merely broken through ten million Great Ways; he had yet to achieve one hundred million Great Ways of Great Way Perfection.
For him, there was still vast room to rise.
After destroying the Sacred Court, he went to inspect its treasury.
It was a majestic and boundless treasury.
When viewed from outside, this treasury was already enough to leave one awestruck.
Yet once one truly entered it, one would realize they had still underestimated it.
The entire treasury had been built through layered spaces.
This treasury was stored within a Small World.
Such Small Worlds were refined by powerful cultivators. They were dead worlds, unable to give birth to life.
Yet they were still sufficiently vast and immense.
Within the Small World were piled countless treasures that existed only in legends.
Seven-colored radiance illuminated the entire treasury.
Every treasure emanated an aura uniquely its own.
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