The forehead was faintly hot.
The chaotic coloured Dao seal inherited from the Primitive Genesis began to emerge uncontrollably, immediately shrouded in a magnificent purple aura.
The conscious mind was in a daze.
The instinct of the Dao origin, the Qingyun Immortal Seed, began to shudder, its six-coloured radiance rotating ceaselessly.
The eyes of the Heavenly Immortal suddenly opened.
In that instant.
Through that faint connection.
Zhang Jing vaguely saw a terrifying existence, looming in the deepest chaos, as if it were the source of everything.
This existence seemed to have transcended the concept of species and living beings, devoid of concepts such as life and death, transforming directly into a source of Great Dao.
It is the Dao, and the Dao is it!
Imposing! Immortal! Ineffable!
Merely a glance.
Zhang Jing felt as if he had witnessed the world's most fundamental and perfect rule, an endless flood of Dao and principles surging, boiling within his heart.
