Xu Zimo had actually been thinking all along about the path he would take in the future.
Human strength would eventually reach its limit.
Ordinary people who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation absorbed the power of heaven and earth, strengthened themselves, and began to fight.
Once their strength grew profound, they began to comprehend the power of heaven and earth and borrow external forces in battle.
Going further, they absorbed the power of heaven and earth into themselves; every gesture and movement carried might enough to shake heaven and earth.
And at Xu Zimo's stage—
He no longer needed to borrow anyone's power.
He himself was heaven and earth; he himself was eternity.
He created worlds, where life flourished unceasingly and the sun and moon turned in cycles.
It could be said that though he had not yet attained immortality, he had already set foot upon the path of longevity.
And now, his own nature and life had long since become bound together with the Divine Continent.
He could strengthen the world, and the world could in turn nourish him.
But how was he supposed to walk the rest of the road?
Xu Zimo had actually never had a clue.
He had come to the Undying Star, to this colossal world, precisely to see how others walked their paths.
He did not necessarily need to imitate others.
Because at their level, they had already walked out paths of their own.
Everyone's path was different.
Imitating others was merely the clumsiest thing one could do.
Only by continuing onward along the road one had chosen—
Of course, though one could not imitate, one could still take reference from them.
Examine oneself and make up for deficiencies.
The saying that learning had no end was not useful only to