Xia Ji didn't write his name on the book, but he had already passed the 14th level in the blink of an eye. His fate was so important that heaven and earth had no choice but to acknowledge him.
He thought about it.
Writing your name on the book should be a privilege bestowed upon you by heaven and earth, just like how a mortal dynasty in a low-level martial world bestowed you with fame.
Using a large amount of good or bad karma to break through the 14th realm was to obtain this power by yourself. It was a bit similar to when you were very powerful, the mortal world's dynasty tacitly agreed to your fame.
Although the analogy wasn't appropriate, it should be roughly like this because heaven and earth wouldn't be afraid of you.
Xia Ji looked up at the top of his head.
The Wheel of Yin and Yang, which was covered in a black membrane and contained karma and Dao runes, was spinning non-stop.
