"Then let me see who will truly be the final victor." Faced with the death sentence decreed by the True God of this realm, Li Fan's resolve remained unshaken.
As his thoughts circulated, a myriad of rays of light like countless stars in the sky emerged all around.
These were the musings, feelings, and insights he had imparted to his avatars earlier.
It was as if he had again personally experienced countless cycles of Mountain and Sea Reincarnation, practicing a different Dao each time.
As if a divine brush was continuously painting, the originally somewhat barren Dao Hall became increasingly sacred and solemn, aiming to restore its original appearance amid the mountains and seas.
And the True and False Changes stood upon the Dao Hall, yet also the Hai Zhen illusion, which somehow grew more real. One could vaguely see blurred facial features within its figure.
