In the Dao Realm, Xuanqing witnessed the Chaos Demon God dying in hundreds of ways.
Of course, he also witnessed his own hundreds of lives and deaths.
After being repeatedly slain by the Pangu God.
Xuanqing finally grasped the Dao and principle contained within that move.
"Congratulations, Daoist!"
Meng Wuyou came forward and scrutinized Xuanqing carefully.
Xuanqing, having just awakened from the Enlightenment, was now exuding a faint air of detachment.
"Pangu's wool is really not easy to pluck!"
Seated cross-legged on the cushion, Xuanqing supported his jaw with one hand, his gaze fixed ahead, his eyes somewhat empty and even slightly bewildered, as if he had lost interest in the world.
The higher you aspire, the harder it is to delve into.
Every time Xuanqing met Pangu, he gained invaluable insight.
It's just that the aftermath was a bit too strong and needed some time to dissipate.
