Zhao Gongming Abandoned His Dao to Cultivate Anew, and the Shrouding the Heavens Method Emerged!

"Your Great Luo cultivation looks intimidating, but its roots are hollow indeed."

Deep within the Divine Statue, Gu Changqing spoke calmly.

As those words fell,

Zhao Gongming's shattered primordial spirit shuddered violently.

Hollow?

He, Zhao Gongming, was the foremost outer disciple under Saint Tongtian. Among the Interception Sect's ten thousand immortals, who would not address him as Senior Brother Gongming?

With the Twenty-Four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls in hand, he had dared to clash head-on even with ordinary Quasi-Saints.

But now,

he was drenched in blood, his sea of qi shattered, his Dao fruit cracked.

Even to remain standing, he had to rely on that wisp of purple-gray incense in the Ruined Temple to sustain the flame of his life.

Zhao Gongming lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

"You are right, Divine One."

"My immortal foundation has fractured, my Dao fruit is about to disperse, and even my Sea-Calming Divine Pearls have been seized by Randeng."

"This ruined body can no longer bear the words 'Great Luo.'"

The gaze within the Divine Statue settled on him.

Calm.

Yet it seemed to see through him, inside and out.

Gu Changqing's voice was impassive.

"The immortal Dao of the Primordial World proceeds by borrowing from the Heavenly Dao. It can take you to great heights, but it also leaves you constrained."

"You comprehend the Heavenly Dao's laws, refine the spiritual energies of heaven and earth, and temper your life-bound treasures. By the end of your cultivation, your primordial spirit, magical power, and karma have all become too deeply entangled with the outside world."

"Once that outside connection is severed, you are empty within."

Zhao Gongming's pupils abruptly contracted.

Those words were like a dull blade gouging viciously into his Dao heart.

He wanted to refute them.

But not a single word would leave