When all the DAOs that Zhao Hai knew were imprinted into his Dao core, he realized that the DAOs that he knew were so little compared to the Dao core in his body. It was like the difference between a drop of water and a vast ocean. The difference was too great.
Zhao Hai let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. He took another look at the gravity mountain and suddenly understood something. Wasn't the gravity of the gravity mountain a kind of Dao? There were hundreds of millions of small ways in the world. Any object or scene could be called a kind of way. Then, could the gravity on the gravity mountain also be a kind of way?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hai's underling seemed to have understood something. He slowly stood up and felt the powerful pressure around him. He didn't care. He just stood there and slowly moved forward in a parallel line. As he walked, he felt the gravity Dao.
