Grass, a common plant.
Li Ping'an, already accustomed to manipulating the power of the Heavenly Dao, now feels significantly less secure.
He gazes at the golden cloud over the Spirit Platform;
A quarter of the golden cloud has been stained gray, and then the spread of gray ceased. Gold and gray seem to be engaged in a tug-of-war, neither side conceding.
What the golden cloud represents is the current state of the Heavenly Dao.
This is the battle between the internal Heavenly Dao and the external Heavenly Dao.
Li Ping'an can still sense a continuous stream of incense offerings, flowing towards the golden cloud through temples of the Heavenly Emperor and the godly positions he set up for the Mountain Gods;
And in the broader Heaven and Earth, countless forces of incense offerings are rushing to support the internal Heavenly Dao.
Where do these incense offerings come from?
Li Ping'an immediately thinks of the answer—the many small worlds controlled by the Western Sect.
