The Great Dao was simplicity itself; one must guard the One and see clearly.
Shen Yun's current realm had long surpassed the bounds of techniques and arts. He stood within the supreme domain where the Great Dao returned to truth.
What did it matter if he abandoned the Law of Fate? With a single art, he could break the myriad Dao techniques of the world.
"He's only at the early Daluo stage. What gives him the right to condense the Great Dao of Creation?!"
Ling Jiuxiao's gaze was like blades as he stared fixedly at that unshakable majestic figure. Boundless murderous intent churned in the depths of his eyes, and beneath it burned an irrepressible flame of jealousy.
He had cultivated bitterly for ten Huiyuan Eras, walking across mountains of corpses and seas of blood, plundering the opportunities of countless Heavenly Prides, before tempering his foundation to flawless perfection and reaching every extreme realm.
In terms of foundation, even against Cang Hao, an Innate Divine Being, he believed himself in no way inferior—enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with certain Supreme Immortal Kings.
Yet even so, he remained firmly barred outside the gates of Peering into Truth. It looked as though he was only half a step away, but in truth, they were as far apart as heaven and earth, as clouds and mud.
"You wish to break free from the shackles of the God Venerable, yet his shadow lies everywhere within your Dao arts. To bind yourself in your own cocoon like this, even another ten Huiyuan Eras would be wasted."
Shen Yun spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, yet it crashed like thunder, piercing straight into the depths of Ling Jiuxiao's soul.
A single remark awakened the dreamer.
Ling Jiuxiao was indeed extraordinary. With peerless talent, he