Cyan Yang Divine Realm.
Above Cyan Cloud State.
The Cyan Emperor stands atop the mountain peak, his entire being seeming to harmonize with the world, Dao Rhyme emerging from the void, as if boundless vital energy pierces the sky, an aura of terror envelops the entire mountain range of millions of miles around.
All the beasts and creatures living here feel an unspeakable oppression in their hearts and have no choice but to leave.
Time passes.
It seems to be but a moment, yet it also feels like a millennium.
That aura that oppressed millions of miles dissipates.
The Cyan Emperor opens his eyes, a trace of regret flowing from them.
"Indeed, breaking through to the sixteenth tier isn't so easy!"
He has been pondering the Dao for a hundred thousand years.
During this hundred thousand years.
