In the fathomless Great Void, the Dao Lord stood majestic, and the lower cultivator was insignificant.
"Is there anything you wish to ask?"
The voice of the Dao boomed mightily, each word seemingly bearing immense weight, stirring boundless Spirit Chance into resonant waves millions of feet high.
With the [Lesser Yang] golden nature entering his body and merging with his Divine Sense, Jiang Yi had caught a glimpse of the "world of upper cultivators."
He knew well that a Dao Lord was a being of great virtue and power who "governed the Dao's course in a domain," neither contained by form nor encompassed by number, enduring through calamity after calamity. Even the Great Void could not fully accommodate such a being, but could only reflect a shadow.
"This lower cultivator has but one question and seeks the Patriarch's answer."
Jiang Yi's tiny wisp of Divine Sense gave off a grain-sized light, flickering gently:
"If I attain the [Lesser Yang] position, can I unite the fortunes of the Eight Sects?"
The Great Void fell silent for an instant.
It was as though, with the gray-robed Daoist's silence, all ten directions of heaven and earth had fallen utterly still, without a sound or breath.
"What an ambitious youngster. The Eight Sects govern the Southern Continent. Do you mean to become an Imperial Lord of the Demonic Dao?"
Without hesitation, Jiang Yi answered decisively:
"Indeed. Golden nature is the unfolding of the Dao! This lower cultivator has devoted himself to contemplation and finally understood one saying."
The gray-robed Daoist waited quietly for him to continue.
Had it been anyone else, even a True Lord would scarcely have had this opportunity to make Him listen to a lower cultivator's views.
But Jiang Yi had escaped Tao Ran of the Great Talisman Sect's schemes several