The Great Dao is utterly simple.0

The principle is simple, but how does one actually transcend?0

At the very least, Zhao Changhe could not yet endure the full erosion of time. Yet even so, while his hair had indeed turned white, he was still laughing, bright and unrestrained.0

This was not like that time when Ruoyu was afflicted by witchcraft and aged from head to toe, nor was it like the time he tested the laws of time at the Heavenly River, making withered trees bloom. His body had withstood the ravages of time. It remained strong, unchanged. His face was still that of a youthful man—handsome, radiant, full of life.0

Only his hair had turned white. This was a partial sign of aging, perhaps, but nothing that would affect the fight. If anything, it even made him even more dashing. Plenty of people dye their hair white on purpose anyway. Granted, that trend skewed more toward women, but still…0

This is starting to veer off topic. Anyway, the point was that such localized aging could be adjusted and reversed with some rest. More importantly, it meant Zhao Changhe could withstand the erosion of time cast by the Heavenly Dao Himself.0

The gates to the Other Shore had already been pushed ajar, and light had begun to shine through.0

As expected, combat was still the fastest path to growth. Even if this battle across levels meant constantly treading on the razor-sharp edge of a sword, Zhao Changhe felt only more alive and more thrilled than ever.0

With a peal of wild laughter, Zhao Changhe crashed headlong into the planet below, slamming into the surface with a force that gouged out a colossal crater.0

In the distance, the rush of wind signaled the arrival of curious cultivators drawn by the spectacle. From afar, it looked as though a massive meteor had just fallen from the heavens.0

The bones throughout Zhao Changhe’s entire body were nearly shattered, and he coughed up blood as he struggled to...0