In the vast emptiness, the Daoist Monarch stood majestic while the Lower Cultivator was but a speck.
"Do you have any questions?"
The Daoist's voice was magnificent, rumbling like thunder. Each word seemed to carry immense weight, causing endless Spiritual Energy to resonate and creating waves tens of thousands of feet high.
Having had the [Shao Yang] Golden Nature enter his body and merge with his Divine Sense, Jiang Yi had managed to glimpse a fraction of the "world of Upper Cultivators."
He knew well that a Daoist Monarch was a great and powerful being who "governed the Dao of a region." They were not bound by form or defined by numbers, and thus they existed for eons. Even the vast emptiness could not fully contain them, only manifest a mere shadow of their being.
"I have but one question, and I seek your guidance, Grandmaster."
Jiang Yi's tiny wisp of Divine Sense, a mote of light the size of a grain of rice, flickered gently.
