At the core of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, within the central array of the Incense Fire Divine Dao, time seemed to lose its meaning.
Jeming's consciousness was not entirely immersed in the refinement of his cultivation. Instead, he often sank into his consciousness space, lingering in the grand Great Dao Book Pavilion that seemed carved from pure white jade.
At this moment, his conscious form was sitting cross-legged in front of the Great Dao Book Pavilion, holding a smooth, cyan notebook in his hands.
The material of the notebook was different from most of the scrolls in the pavilion that recorded divine techniques, appearing more plain.
The cover had no title, only a faint line of ink that seemed ready to disperse at any moment: "Miscellaneous Dao Records: Understanding of Realms".
This was neither a cultivation method nor a shocking secret technique, but more like musings and reflections of an unnamed predecessor on the path they had trodden.
