At the top of the seven seats, Xie Tian, for the first time in his life, understood why the Heavenly Dao was prefixed with the word 'desolate'.
"The Great Dao is like a flood, the world like a wasteland. In ancient times, there were not only desolate-level Heavenly Daos, but probably flood-level ones as well..."
Hovering on the brink of clarity and soul wandering, Xie Tian appeared confused and disoriented.
All twenty-seven Heavenly Daos had finally advanced to the secret technique level.
He also realized completely that what people referred to as desolate-level Heavenly Daos were actually secret technique-level Heavenly Daos.
In the four immortal realms, desolate-level Daos are notoriously rare.
Thus, Xie Tian was quite pleased.
After all, he had twenty-seven of them...
Xie Tian dared not imagine the ruin that might befall the world if he advanced to Lu Immortal and exerted all his desolate-level Heavenly Daos.
Yet...
