Just a few years had gone by.
This way, there would surely be no issues.
Jiang Hao pondered for a moment before saying, "I humbly request seniors' guidance."
What else could Helpless Heaven say? Weakened, he screamed in agony, his form beginning to flicker uncertainly: "I will use nearly all of my strength to condense the Tao for you. Whatever consequences may follow, are for you to bear."
Jiang Hao was deeply touched, the figure before him became ethereal in an instant.
Appearing as if it might vanish at any moment.
But soon, Jiang Hao found himself immersed within the Tao of the other.
The Tao of Helpless Heaven was not domineering; rather, it bestowed a sensation akin to being bathed in the gentle breezes of spring.
Jiang Hao perceived a will from within the Tao, as if he had asked the heavens a question during his youth.
"How high is the sky?"
After achieving some mastery, he flew toward the heavens, only to discover that the sky was not as he had imagined.
