This reality surpassed his comprehension.
"Of course you can..." Zhou Dao gazed at the ever-changing Western Great Swamp and spoke in a deep and gentle voice.
He had developed Nine External Avatars, established the Taoist Sect, and was like a root system, absorbing the nourishment of heaven and earth.
Countless living creatures, bearing the fortune of the Taoist Sect, blossomed and withered as years flowed by, all contributing to the growth of his power.
The Nine Great Ancestors hid within the Nine Great Black Coffins, undergoing transformation every few years, embodying the fate and fortune of this world—their nourishment.
In those Black Coffins, even the will of the Heavenly Tao couldn't affect it.
"Originally, he could have accomplished this feat during the Taoist Era, but alas, the Lord Yuan Yang initiated the Primordial King Ceremony, usurping the Taoist Sect's fortune..."
A formless vibration emanated from within Zhou Dao, as indeterminate as the sky itself.
