The heavy clinking of chains continued to echo, and inside the Inner Scenery, there seemed to be flashes of lightning and claps of thunder.
"This world is like a rice dumpling. You think you've seen its true nature, but in reality, peel away one layer, and perhaps there's another layer…"
"Only by attaining that Infinite Pure Yang can you truly see what lies at the end, at the very end!"
"Immortal Supreme Saint?" Zhang Fan muttered in a daze.
He thought he had entered the Mahasattva Realm and had a clear understanding of the Daoist Sect's practice, but in the face of the Three Corpses Daoist's memories, he seemed as naïve as a new recruit.
"Three feet above our heads, there are divine beings. Perhaps the Immortal Gods are right beside us, but we cannot see them, and even the Primordial Spirit Awakening might struggle to illuminate them."
The viewpoint of that mysterious, ethereal voice was a fresh revelation to Zhang Fan.
