Follow the path of Dao from infancy
A new work from the author of 'Astral Pet Store', welcome to enjoy it! ———— In chaotic times, one seeks survival; in prosperous times, one seeks fame. Despite being weathered by the vicissitudes of life, the Great Yu Dynasty still found itself in an era of prosperity. In the northwest, a youth trekked nine thousand miles on foot, slaying the Great Demon alone to compete for a lifetime of glory. In Long Lake, an unmatched Grandmaster hurried to the mortal realm to establish a sect, leaving his name to be revered for a hundred generations. In the imperial capital, a saintly figure spread his teachings far and wide, with followers throughout Qingzhou, his legacy lasting forever. Yet within Qingzhou City, in the compound of a family with a long military heritage, there was a child who never engaged in serious pursuits, instead spending his days playing chess, painting, fishing, and playing the zither. Years later— …… When the sword rose, dragon smoke stretched for three thousand miles, and a single strike wiped out the cities of nine provinces! Among all the laws of the world, only I, have entered the path. …… 【Light-Hearted Humor】【Martial Path Panel】【Art Master】【Scheming】
Chapter 54 Grand Tao of Peace Realm
Rising from the abyss, standing between heaven and earth, the Blood Lake under the youth's feet churned, while the decaying Dao Intent rampaged and enveloped but failed to cause his physical body to wither.
His flesh was reborn from ruin, sublimated within the Extreme Realm, undying and indestructible!
And in this moment, he broke free from his shackles, forged his Tao Heart with all things under heaven, and stepped into the Four Stands Realm!
Now his Tao Heart was transcendent, out of the ordinary, free to wander the heavens and earth.
Bursts of breath, tumultuous as raging waves and deep as the ocean, surged from all directions, converging upon him, as the aura of the Tao Heart Realm gently diffused out.
But these escaping auras were devoured by the surrounding, rampant Dao of decay.
The youth lifted his head, his face near perfection, as if intricately carved by the mountains and rivers' brush strokes.