The warm pavilion was quiet and tranquil.
Zhong had hidden its traces and continued to roam the river of time. Although it could engage in direct dialogue with Wu Wang, it could not directly reveal its own traces in the bygone years.
Wu Wang sat silently, the words that Zhong had left behind still swirling in his heart.
He began to feel uneasy.
Zhong said that this world would shatter for a reason not yet determined, at a fixed point in time.
This was the ultimate challenge he had to face.
Either prevent the collapse of the world, or lead all beings to escape from this existence.
To achieve this, he needed to become stronger, strong enough to make the Heavenly Dao as perfect as possible, thereby gathering all the Great Daos of this world.
Wu Wang had questioned himself before—was it his cultivation of the Taiyi Dao that was causing the world to shatter?
But he quickly dismissed this notion.
