Ten thousand miles away from the Immortal Flower, Han Li stood on the spot.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move forward, but that he couldn't. In front of him was a barrier, its mighty power unknown.
Ten thousand miles away lay the towering Immortal Flower, its petals numbering one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred, each petal representing a different Dao, and the radiance of celestial light was even more dazzling.
The infinite mysteries of the immortal path flowed out from the Immortal Flower, filling the barrier. The Immortal Flower, seemed like the source of all immortal paths, evolving thousands of Daos.
In a short period of time, the area for ten thousand miles around the Immortal Flower became an ocean of the Dao, with ceaseless surges of Dao patterns and boundless waves of mystical Dao, and infinite rhymes of Dao evolving.