—Quite a few friends privately offered me suggestions, saying that using however many tens of thousands of years of Dao practice for attack and defense looked awkward, like reading a statistical online game or an infinite-flow novel. Well, I felt somewhat the same way. Starting from this chapter, I would try to use terms like ordinary power, peak power, or close to a certain level of realm to describe things instead. After all, however many years of Dao practice was merely the specific measure of those terms; there was no real difference. In the future, I would only mention concrete numbers when stating how much Dao practice had been depleted.
Heh heh, when it came to these minor details and matters of style, I had always been quick to accept good advice. But that did not include plot arrangements and direction. On those matters, I was very stubborn. Please forgive me.
Seven-colored rays of deep blue, crimson, emerald green, and more shone brilliantly in dazzling splendor as they descended from the sky and smashed toward Shi Xuan. They did not fall particularly quickly, but layers upon layers of Dao Seed restrictions emerged and lit up, locking down the surrounding stretches of void. Moreover, Seven Evils Mountain itself was as large as an entire world. It truly blotted out the sky and covered the earth, leaving no room to evade in that desperate moment.
Emotions such as rage, obstinacy, fear, and jealousy spread through the air, nearly transforming into all manner of tangible scenes. Before they had even fallen, it was as though a massive boulder had been hurled into the tranquil lake of one's Dao Heart, sending up sprays of water and ripples upon ripples, shaking the mind and making it hard to remain composed.
These seven pure emotions