At the moment when the Dao Principle of Myriad Transformations was formed, Ding Huan felt the harmonious Dao Rhythm, casually waving his hand as if he could reverse the spatial planes.
Indeed, the Dao is endless.
It's not that he couldn't do this before; previously, when he manipulated the Great Dao Force and Dao Thought, even if not exerting full power, it wasn't as easy and carefree as now.
A casual wave of his hand was directed by Dao Thought.
It's time to meet that Pang Bozi.
As his Divine Will swept out, the hundreds of Chaos Dao Veins he had implanted before his seclusion were almost entirely spent.
If he could bring out a thousand more Chaos Dao Veins, Ding Huan estimated he might have a chance to step into the Eighth Step of the Great Dao.
But it was only a chance.
Ding Huan was well aware that even if he could step into the Eighth Step, it would probably take tens of thousands of years.
