Xu Bai didn’t fully understand the implications of establishing the Dao, but he knew enough to avoid prying too deeply.
The gap in cultivation was too vast.
Understanding the basics was sufficient; more knowledge could disrupt his Dao heart.
Even though this world might only have a few decades left, he had to give his all.
Wasting cultivation would be unforgivable in such a critical time.
As he ventured deeper into the Demon Abyss, Xu Bai felt an overwhelming pressure.
Despite his current level of power, moving through this area was extremely difficult.
Once he left the shoreline, he felt as though he were drowning in a sea of blood, always on the brink of being devoured.
It was clear that he had only come this far thanks to the assistance of the senior accompanying him.
Otherwise, he would have already lost himself and succumbed to the abyss.
After an indeterminate amount of time, which felt like an eternity, he saw a figure standing ahead.
The sight of that silhouette made Xu Bai’s pupils contract.
Though the figure merely stood still, it exuded an oppressive aura, like a towering mountain whose presence alone could tear him apart.
Even the essence of the Dao seemed like a fragile wisp of smoke before it, ready to dissipate at any moment.