Chapter 1245: The Nine Chaos Voids
"Not a Dao Zenithel?"
"Then?" The gathering of Perennials and Saints outside the temple exchanged bewildered glances. They had always been accurate when it came to sensing auras.
The mysterious figure in black robes emanated a powerful aura, yet clearly fell short of what they'd expect from a Dao Zenithel. Everyone present understood the distinctive signature a Dao Zenithel's aura carried when they established their Eternal Realm; it was unmistakable among eternal powerhouses.
"Who other than a Dao Zenithel could project an incarnation so solid it's nearly indistinguishable from reality?"
"It should be impossible!”
Normally, a True Saint could only manage to form a weak projection.
At that moment, a Saint suddenly straightened, recognition dawning across his face. "It's True Saint Wu Yuan!”
"It's him?”
"How did True Saint Wu Yuan accomplish this? Could his Dao cultivation have already reached the Dao Zenithel level?" The confusion among the gathered cultivators was palpable, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched on their faces.
If it were anyone else, they would dismiss the notion outright. Advancing to Dao Zenithel in just a little more than a hundred million years defied all conventional wisdom. But when that individual was Wu Yuan, the creator of countless legends, the impossible became merely improbable.
These perspectives of these observing Perennials and Saints remained too limited.
Had Wu Yuan established his Saint Realm in the cosmic sea, projecting himself into the River of Universes would indeed have been beyond his capabilities. But Wu Yuan's body refiner self had established his Saint Realm in the Long Shan Universe. This allowed him to perceive the River of Universes with exceptional clarity through the Saint Realm's essence, enabling this rapid descent of consciousness.