He stared around with unconcealed wonder etched onto his face. Stepping into this sparse room had imparted upon him a distinctly bizarre, indescribable sensation, as if he had walked into a world unto itself.

Here, separated by a single step, he could no longer hear the sounds from outside, nor could he sense the presence of the assembled crowd. The feeling of isolation was shockingly profound.

He shook his head, utterly shaken to his core. Divine Dao—this was the true manifestation of Divine Dao's might.

Though he had advanced to this realm, he felt minuscule and insignificant compared to the majesty displayed by that black divine dragon. With every tier a cultivator ascended, their personal strength saw a massive surge, but within the Divine Dao, this leap seemed exponentially greater.

The power wielded by a Pseudo-God realm beast appeared far beyond He Yiming's current comprehension. Of course, he understood that the divine dragon was no ordinary Pseudo-God realm entity.

Its power was evident in how easily it subdued the other four divine beasts, and how even the Divine Dao powerhouses among humans dared not defy it. A strange light flickered in his eyes as He Yiming meticulously surveyed the empty chamber, his heart thrumming with excitement.

If he could fully decipher the secrets held within this place, perhaps he too could achieve the Pseudo-God realm. Extending a hand, he gently pressed it against the sandy wall, sensing a mysterious energy slowly flowing within.

The floor here was entirely composed of sand, and attempting to build walls solely from grains would inevitably result in a loose structure, likely impossible to complete. Yet, this dwelling was remarkably sturdy.

At least, to He Yiming's senses, nothing felt more solid save for the towering pagoda housed within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. Even the valley riddled with Profound Iron he had encountered on the distant island paled in comparison.

He hesitated, releasing a small measure of divine power from his hand, intending to chip off a few grains of sand from the wall. His expression instantly soured, however, for he could not accomplish the feat.

As his divine power infiltrated the sandy surface, it immediately dispersed; all the force seemed to be equally absorbed by the entire structure. He shifted his position and tried again elsewhere, but the result was identical.

These sand walls possessed formidable strength and unique properties: any localized assault was instantly diffused across every corner. The only conceivable way to breach it would be to unleash an attack so overwhelmingly powerful that it surpassed the entire structure’s tolerance limit, causing total collapse.

Having grasped this principle, He Yiming clicked his tongue in amazement, choosing not to press further. He settled down in the center of the room, casually retrieving a spatial accessory and slowly drawing out the Thunderbolt Spear contained within.

Although he was certain that with his full effort he could reduce the house to rubble, such an act would serve him no purpose and, worse, would surely anger the divine dragon. He certainly had no intention of doing so.

A thread of light energy, seemingly both real and illusory, entered the Thunderbolt Spear from its butt end. The pure light power sealed within was gradually guided out.

This energy did not dissipate but channeled directly into He Yiming’s body, coursing through his meridians until it reached the Chaos Dantian. An overwhelming surge of blissful comfort washed over him, causing He Yiming to exhale deeply.

He was simultaneously absorbing the pure light energy from two hundred Thunderbolt Spears. Power that offered immense benefit to ordinary people was equally advantageous to him now.

Naturally, this was because the energy was unbound by any wielder. If released by a Divine Dao expert, the experience of being purified would hardly be pleasant.

After fully absorbing the pure light energy, He Yiming expertly channeled the power of the Light-Dark Convergence within. This process was utterly familiar to him; he could perform it purely by instinct, without needing to pay conscious attention.

After all, he had already modified over eight thousand Thunderbolt Spears. With identical actions and steps, even an imbecile, let alone a Divine Dao powerhouse, would have learned the technique unconsciously.

His speed increased steadily, his proficiency growing ever deeper, particularly when drawing in the pure light energy, which he could now extract at an almost unbelievable rate. Eventually, it seemed he could siphon out all the light power in an instant.

While familiarity with this divine energy certainly played a role, the more significant factor was that his Dantian and meridians had completely adapted to accommodate the influx, allowing for such efficiency. He wasn't sure how long it took, but He Yiming estimated he had modified at least ten thousand Thunderbolt Spears before stopping.

It was precisely because he was surrounded by so many Divine Dao experts that He Yiming dared to attempt such a massive batch modification at once. Although his Martial Dao cultivation was profound, continuously infusing the Light-Dark Convergence power into ten thousand Thunderbolt Spears was beginning to strain him.

This was because he was storing all the light energy in its raw form. Had his Chaos Dantian been allowed to mildly diffuse and transform the power, he wouldn't be feeling this fatigue at all.

However, this was not a time for rest. He rallied his spirit and began to observe his Dantian internally.

Within his Dantian, the various potent energies and divine weapons rested peacefully within their respective territories. Only the world's most powerful elemental attributes could claim domain in this environment.

What drew his attention most acutely were the two distinct forms of light energy. One stream of light energy was intertwined with darkness, resembling a Yin-Yang Taiji symbol, pulsating with an eerie and unique aura.

The light component was pristine and flawless; the dark component, unfathomably deep. Where they merged, the resulting Light-Dark Convergence power was even more terrifying.

Yet, what truly held He Yiming’s focus was the other reservoir of light power. This energy was utterly unique, occupying its own distinct space, radiating a brilliance akin to the sun itself, dominating a vast territory even within this chaos.

This was not his own power, but energy sourced from a Pseudo-God realm expert. Under He Yiming's careful control, tiny portions of both distinct light energies were drawn out and allowed to mingle within the Dantian.

This was the advantage of the Chaos Dantian: its capacity to house all attribute energies from the world, and the surety that none could rebel within the chaos, which is why He Yiming dared to experiment here so boldly. When the two light energies mixed, they showed no inclination to fuse; instead, they erupted violently.

He Yiming watched with meticulous care, his face darkening grimly when he perceived the outcome of their clash. The quantities of the two energies were nearly equal, yet the result of their explosion was vastly disparate.

His own light energy possessed a similar purifying capability, but it managed to purify only one-tenth of the Pseudo-God realm energy. Meanwhile, that single tenth of the Pseudo-God realm light energy, upon exploding, had entirely purified his core light power.

In that moment, a chill ran through He Yiming’s heart. He finally understood the colossal, unbelievable gulf separating the Void God realm from the Pseudo-God realm.

Both sides had mastered the application of their energy to a certain level, rightly earning the title of divine power. But even divine powers differed wildly; the opponent's mastery efficiency over their divine power was ten times greater than his own.

This meant that in a direct confrontation, the might of heaven and earth unleashed by Liopote would be far superior, capable of rivaling the heaven and earth power He Yiming could marshal using ten times his own strength. To fight him evenly, He Yiming would need to possess a reservoir of divine power more than ten times that of Liopote.

But... A trace of bitterness touched the corner of He Yiming’s mouth.

The power of a Void God realm expert equaling ten times that of a Pseudo-God realm expert? If anything, the reverse seemed more plausible.

When figures like Mou Zilong, Void God realm experts, beheld the divine dragon, they were utterly deferential, addressing it as "Lord Dragon." Conversely, the Pseudo-God realm experts spoke to the dragon as equals. This was the most direct expression of status derived from the disparity in strength.

He composed himself and split off another tiny fraction of the Pseudo-God realm light power. This time, however, he refrained from comparing it to his other energies, focusing solely on analyzing this specific power.

After a long interval, this particle of light energy exploded within the Dantian, breaking down into its most fundamental particles and merging into the sea of chaos. He Yiming pondered with a sudden flash of insight.

From this energy, he sensed a novel realm of understanding. What the Divine Dao realms compared was no longer mere physical strength, but mastery over the might of Heaven and Earth.

The more profound the heaven and earth power unleashed with every gesture, the more respected the Divine Dao practitioner became, and the higher their standing in the mortal world. The efficiency with which the Pseudo-God realm light power attracted and commanded the energies of heaven and earth could only be described as terrifying.

Compared to it, the Void God realm experts’ application of these forces appeared crude and vulgar. This was the fundamental reason for the difference in the amount of heaven and earth power that the same quality of divine power could attract and command.

He Yiming sought to uncover the underlying pattern, but soon realized that he was incapable of doing so. To him, that Pseudo-God realm light power was like a thick fog, and finding the true core within that mist seemed an impossible task.

After a period of anxious impatience, He Yiming suddenly relaxed. He shook his head slightly, a wry smile playing on his lips.

If the power of the Pseudo-God realm could be so easily deciphered, wouldn't he himself be able to advance to that realm with equal ease? He dismissed the thought, his mood smoothing out completely.

He slowly focused his attention within his Dantian, and suddenly, his expression shifted subtly. He had stumbled upon something quite interesting and incredible.