Kapitel 1840: The third story of Miluo was the language of primordial chaos and the Runes of primordial chaos

People’s questions were often so vague and absurd.

Xuanji did not take it to heart. He knew that he was not a wizard.

He was just a person who had comprehended the ‘Dao’.

He was attracted by the ‘Dao’.

These days, he worked hard to comprehend. The World tree was vast, like a huge container. He used the world tree to sense the Great Dao of heaven and earth, chasing after simple and simple principles.

The things he comprehended became more and more profound. The dao he comprehended resonated with the world tree, resonated with the Dao of Heaven and earth. This feeling was extremely wonderful.

He understood more and more things, but every time he wanted to tell others about the dao he had obtained, he couldn’t say it out loud.

The Dao was extremely wonderful, and no words could describe it.

The dao was even harder to write. No words could clearly describe the dao, even if it was just the Dao he had comprehended.