Ever since the Great Dao Immeasurable Calamity ended, although Han Huang had obtained a huge opportunity, he discovered that it was very difficult for his cultivation level to increase, as if he had already reached his limit.
He was a Primordial Fiendcelestial. How could he have a limit?
Could it be that the potential of those Dao Creators was stronger than his?
Impossible!
Han Huang fell into deep thought. Could it be that he had killed too many people, causing the Primordial Chaos to be unable to transform?
However, he had observed the other Great Dao Worlds. Other than the Great Dao World of the Dao Creator, the other Great Dao Worlds could not successfully condense the Supreme Rules. In other words, the existences at the perfected Great Dao Supreme Realm were temporarily on the same starting line.
From the embryonic Great Dao World to the complete Great Dao World, this process was extremely difficult!
The Dao Creators did not guide the Great Dao Supremes. Even if their own people asked, they would only answer. The path to
becoming a Dao Creator varied from person to person. How stable the Great Dao World was depended on oneâs own creation.
Just as Han Huang was feeling frustrated, footsteps came from the darkness beside him. A figure slowly walked over.
Han Huang was not surprised. He didnât even turn around.
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This figure was completely black and had a human figure. A pair of red eyes with black pupils appeared on his face, looking sinister.
âIt takes time to condense your Great Dao World. How long did it take the Chaos to evolve? How long has your Primordial Chaos been evolving?â
The red-eyed black shadow smiled with a mocking tone.
Han Huang snorted. âI know. But even if it takes time, you can at least sense the
progress, right?â
The red-eyed black shadow said, âThere are a
total of five Dao Creators now. Your father is one of them. Why donât you ask him for guidance?â
Han Huang sighed. âHow can I have the face to look for him again?â
He was not Chu Xiaoqi. He was born to be
strong. With his unparalleled talent, if he could not rely on his father, he would try his best not to.
The red-eyed black shadow snorted. âHow pretentious. Your body was given by your parents and your father saved you many
times. Do you really think you relied on yourself? You started from the beginning and
completely relied on your father. You just donât dare to accept reality. Perhaps thatâs the
reason why you canât succeed.â
Han Huangâs expression instantly turned
ugly, but he was not angry.
The red-eyed black shadow continued to mock him. âNow there are three Primordial Fiendcelestials: you, Primordial Origin, and Huang Zuntian. Your potential is no longer unique. Put down your arrogance.
âSo what if I let go of my arrogance? If Father could guide the path of a Dao Creator, the Hidden Sect would have long produced a second Dao Creator. Itâs the same for the
other Dao Creators.â
âPerhaps they donât want anyone to reach the
Dao Creator Realm, even if theyâre on their side. Because the Dao Creator Realm is supreme, there are very few of them.â
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Han Huang was silent. The red-eyed black
shadow did not say anything else and retreated into the darkness.
The hall was silent.
Han Huang slowly stood up. His gaze
darkened as he muttered, âPerhaps I should really look for Father.â
He disappeared into the hall.
Several days later, Han Jue received Han
Huang.
Han Huang asked about the method to attain
the Dao. Han Jue didnât say anything else and directly preached the Dao, telling him his creation experience. Han Jue was naturally not stingy with his son.
However, the Dao Creatorâs method to attain the Dao was extremely difficult. It was useless to know how to build the Great Dao World.
After all, every Great Dao World was different.
If one wanted to attain the Dao, one had to rely on potential or epiphany.
Han Jue relied on his potential to become a
Dao Creator with the potential of the Ultimate Origin Fiendcelestial. It was not difficult. However, he couldnât tell Han Huang this
directly.
After a long time, when Han Jue finished speaking, Han Huang woke up. He hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude.
The father and son did not exchange pleasantries. Han Huang left.
Han Jue couldnât help but shake his head
upon seeing Han Huangâs excited expression. Will he hate me if he still fails?
Han Jue had already seen Han Huang develop
mental demons. This kid even created mental demons into clones and often talked to them.
This time, Han Huang came because the mental demon clone persuaded him. It was not impossible for father and son to
fight. Han Jue looked at the future. Han Huangâs
future continued until he reached the Dao Creator Realm. Although he had always treated him as a target, he had never crossed the line with him.
The future was endless.
Han Jue retracted his gaze and continued
cultivating.
He suddenly felt that time passed very slowly ever since the Great Dao Immeasurable Calamity ended. Perhaps his cultivation level had increased too slowly, causing his
cultivation passion to decrease greatly.
No!
He could not be numbed!
Those Dao Creators were so relaxed, causing them to be unable to improve. However, he couldnât cultivate blindly. The
Ninth Chaos buried his head in cultivation
and gave Han Jue a chance to rise. The Ninth Chaos probably couldnât understand even until his death. He had only taken a nap. Why did he give Han Jue a chance? How did Han Jue create a Dao Field
that even a Dao Creator couldnât enter in so little time?
Han Jue needed to cultivate, but he couldnât cultivate too much.
He looked at the corner where a ball of gray Qi
floated. It was the Ninth Chaosâ will. It was being enslaved by the Ultimate Origin Heavenly Prison. The disciples entering and leaving did not sense anything special about
the gray Qi.
Han Liang was once curious about it, but he
was chased away by Han Jue and never dared to approach it again.
Han Liang was not afraid of anything but Han Jue. Perhaps it was his bloodline suppression. The Ultimate Origin Fiendcelestialâs bloodline was stronger than his bloodline, after all.
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Under the old tree, Han Liang opened his eyes
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and looked angrily at a man beside him. was Han Jueâs grand-disciple, Murong Qi. âDidnât you agree to have the same cultivation level as me?â Han Liang said angrily as he clenched his fists.
Murong
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Qi smiled. âYes, I did suppress my cultivation, but the difference between bodies canât be suppressed.â
Han Liang turned his head away, looking like
he would not listen.
Murong Qi stood up and prepared to leave.
âAh! Why are you leaving! Iâve never played it before!â âForget it. You canât afford it. âNo, Brother Murong, I was wrong!â Han
Liang hugged Murong Qiâs right leg and said pitifully.
Murong Qi had no choice but to sit back down. Han Liang was now the favored son of the
entire Dao Field. Because of his temperament and body, everyone liked him. âBrother Murong, can you tell me about the outside world? Donât you often wander
outside?â Han Liang asked curiously and stopped the simulation trial.
He did not like to be tortured, either. Murong Qi did not hide anything. He talked about his experiences outside. Sometimes, he was excited, sometimes he sighed. Han Liang
widened his eyes and clenched his fists, exclaiming.
âHan Liang, do you want to go out too?â
Murong Qi rubbed Han Liangâs head and asked with a smile.
Han Liang nodded. âOf course. Iâm already
tired of staying in the Dao Field, but Grandpa doesnât let me out.â
Murong Qi smiled. âIndeed, we shouldnât go out. Once we go out, itâs very difficult to return. Itâs not only that you donât want to return, but your grandfather wonât let you cultivate beside him anymore. The greatest opportunity in the world is your grandfather. You have to think about it.â
Han Liang tilted his head and fell into deep
thought.
Murong Qi continued, âYou have to find your cultivation goal. You canât just become stronger in general. Everyone has their own