Infinite and boundless, limitless and unbounded.
For the first time, Lin Qianxuan clearly and distinctly felt the presence of the Dao.
He was like holding a straw, able to directly draw endless possibilities from the other side's boundless Dao body.
Although limited by his own ability to draw, the possibilities he could gather at one time were limited, yet the Dao was boundless.
The boundless Dao attaching to him, who was finite, could create an almost infinite version of himself.
With a moving thought, billion trillion Great Thousand Worlds could be born and extinguish.
With a raised hand, the rules of the infinite universe were altered.
This mighty power was something he could never reach, no matter how much he stacked his attributes.
That was a power of a higher dimension.
Writing everything from a narrative perspective, it could not truly be quantified, nor would it be truly quantified.
