Battle to Madness, Yama World

Fortune.

Its body was so subtle the eye could not reach it; its spirit was so wondrous words could not transmit it.

This was the "Myriad Transformations Profound Root," Formless and Faceless, yet hiding within it the mysteries of heaven and earth's birth and destruction.

If the profundity of Mystic Immortal lay in turning the void into reality, using one's own great dao to bear a universe, then the true meaning of creation was producing something from nothing—it could contain the sun, moon, and stars, and could also evolve all the myriad forms of the heavens.

The two seemed similar, but in truth they were as far apart as heaven and earth, like half a catty of scrap iron and eight taels of gold; they were simply not on the same dimension.

"How could such an existence appear in this tiny Yun Cang Realm?"

Kuroshou Old Ancestor's gleam in the eyes flickered. With his experience that surveyed past and present, how could he not know the weight of the two words "creation"?

Earlier, when he heard of the Eternal Dao, he had thought it was an exaggeration and had not taken it to heart.

Eternal and undying—what terrifying realm was that? Even among Supreme Immortal Kings, he had never heard of anyone possessing such divine ability.

But the scene before his eyes made even his ever-aggressive nature feel, for the first time, that he had been far too conservative.

"Even transcending life and death falls slightly short before creation."

Kuroshou Old Ancestor murmured to himself, ripples surging darkly at the bottom of his eyes. "To wield creation is to forge the cycle of life and death and shatter the fetters of karma—this is power only a creator should possess, absolutely not something living beings can control!"

In theory, producing something