The throne aside, he could see thousands upon thousands of lotus seats floating about. The Dao rhythm they produced was enough to turn a whole planet into cultivation heaven.
He could see the laws of Dao and the meaning of Tao gathering on these cushions.
If it was in the past, he would have seen them as treasures. But now, they were worthless to him. While he would not allow anyone to take them out of this place, he would not restrict their usage here.
They were too many of them leaving him wondering if there were enough butts to sit on them.
They all had a major Dao that they gathered and the variations of these rules also gathered around them.
Someone like his father would benefit greatly by having a lotus seat of fire. The rules of fire from the multiple systems would help him refine his fire and his understanding of it.
