The Sea of bitterness was boundless. It covered all the worlds in the universe. Birth, old age, sickness, death. Love, hatred, love, and hatred. It was impossible to get rid of one’s obsession. One would not be able to break free and sink into the abyss of the world.
Three illusory great daos condensed beneath Meng Qi’s feet as a boat. They carried him across the vast ocean. At first glance, he could not see the other shore. The waves were high and the wind was strong. They could capsize at any time and sink into the sea of bitterness again. He would drown and die.
The closer one got to the Great Dao, the more difficult it was to walk. The Sea of bitterness was boundless. Where was the shore?
Inside the hollow jade temple, the Pan Gu banner, Dao Yi Glass Lamp, and the supreme boundless primordial Qi cloud above Meng Qi’s head sank one after another. Mud balls fell down, and the surrounding phenomena disappeared and returned to normal.
