Ordinary fighters broke through a major realm. Then, the process was one of severe physical peril, ascetic contemplation, and brutal soul-refining agony.
A Daoist seeking the Mahayana Realm was expected to sit cross-legged in a sealed underground grotto for three hundred years, slowly severing mortal karmic ties while circulating spiritual qi through burning spirit veins. They fought inner demons that whispered madness in the dark. They survived bone-crushing heavenly lightning strikes that peeled flesh from bone. And they endured the terrifying dread that their mortal souls might scatter into dust should their understanding of universal law falter by a single tiny fraction of an inch.
Lin Xiao, by stark contrast, was simply lying on his back in the high stratosphere, experiencing the warm, heavy drowsiness that follows an exceptionally large Sunday banquet.
Inside his eighty-mile-wide jelly-like blue body, a potion-made transformation of cosmic proportions was underway. The twelve-thousand-half-mile Broodmother Nihil-Kraken, along with the forty-eight million void locusts and ten thousand heavy cruisers burned up earlier in the afternoon, had not been deposited into a living stomach. They were suspended at the very heart of Lin Xiao’s Primordial Chaos Dantian.
In classical Daoist cosmology, Primordial Chaos—Hundun—was the unbroken state of origin that existed before the separation of Heaven and Earth, before the splitting of Yin and Yang, and before the birth of the first conceptual law.
