The end of destruction is not emptiness, but rebirth.
This was a supreme principle glimpsed only in ancient texts, yet now it vividly unfolded within his own Dao. The bottleneck, the invisible barrier that had troubled him for epochs, was quietly dissolving away, like silent rain nurturing the earth.
"This..." Thunder Lord was overwhelmed with shock. He could sense that if he paused for a moment, perhaps in a brief seclusion, he might take that long-desired step towards a higher realm.
Yet, he did not pause.
He stared fixedly at the figure ahead, even though it had blurred into a mere "concept," he refused to give up the pursuit.
Because he understood that this tiny "fortune" was but a bit of "dust" accidentally dropped from the fingers of that higher existence while walking.
The true "Dao" was ahead.
Compared to Thunder Lord's shock, Wen Xi's feelings were more complex. Her "embracing" Dao allowed her to experience the state of Dao Ruins more profoundly than Thunder Lord.
