"Proving the Dao now... Isn't that a bit rushed?"
Within the Celestial Demon Well, above the boundless Blood Sea, Nether Spring frowned slightly.
He stood upon a Twelve-Grade Blood Lotus, Ah Bi in his left hand and Yuan Tu in his right, the Dao Rhyme of the Blood Sea flowing ceaselessly around him.
His blood-red eyes gazed toward a certain point in the void.
That was the direction from which the will of his original body, Qi Yun, was descending.
He did not refuse, nor would he ever refuse.
As his original body's avatar, he would obey whatever decision it made.
This was his very foundation, the meaning of his existence.
He only spoke up to ask because he was perplexed.
He had only just condensed his Immortal Appearance and subdued these two supreme treasures of slaughter; his Realm had not yet stabilized, nor was his foundation firm.
To attempt Seeking Gold and Proving the Dao at a time like this was truly too hasty.
There was no guarantee of success.
