In the heart of Dadao Palace.
This was the Land of Emptiness, vast and desolate, devoid of the Vitality of Living Beings, yet filled with the breath of the Dao.
Above this land in the sky, there was a brilliant source of light that radiated the aura of myriad paths. Endless Daoist rules blossomed and extended from it, as if it were the ultimate source of Dao for all the heavens and myriad worlds.
Han Li suddenly felt an intense yearning, a yearning from his flesh, Primordial Spirit, Cultivation Technique, Dao, and Dao seed, desiring to touch that source of light, as though it could grant him an Against the Heaven's Creation.
However, Han Li did not gaze further at that mass of light; instead, he stared intently at the figure beneath the light.
It was a member of the Human Clan.
Standing with his back to him, hands clasped behind his back.
About eight feet tall, the entire figure emitted an aura of lonely desolation that had endured through countless vicissitudes.