The Wind's Sound wailed, at times like a cuckoo crying blood, at times like ethereal immortal music, at times roaring and racing. No matter where one was—whether in a Great Thousand World, a Lesser Thousand World, or the dark void—it felt as though one stood in the eye of the storm, utterly alone, with no one else remaining.
The tiny flame Dao Lord Wanfang had transformed into swayed and flickered, as if raging winds and towering waves were crashing in from every direction. He only felt a wisp of Clear Wind brush across his Primordial Spirit from the unseen.
He said in considerable shock, "Demon Lord Kong Fang had plotted for many years, so it is only natural that she would use this opportunity to take the final step. But Wu Dao Shan Ren has just lost hundreds of thousands of years of Dao practice. How could he rashly attempt Dao Integration?"
Dao Lord Pindu stretched out his right hand. Pale yet carrying a faint serenity, it swayed through the void as though sensing the illusory-yet-real Clear Wind drifting over from the unseen. His astonishment had already faded, and his gloomy voice was remarkably calm. "That old ghost Wu Dao Shan Ren has neither attachments nor concerns, and he has severed all Karma. This is precisely when his Dao heart is at its purest, firmest, and most flawless. If he does not take this step now, he may have to squander many more years before reaching such a perfect state again."
"Actually, so long as one believes one's Dao heart is sufficient and has no other entanglements, this step can be taken at any time. Once one's Dao foundation is perfected and one possesses around two million years of Dao practice, that is nearly enough for Dao Integration and condensing