Emerald Field

"The Time Dao," Kali spat with venomous disgust, each syllable dripping scorn enough to strip varnish from ancient heartwood oak. "Of course, it had to be this accursed Dao Law! I can count the number of genuine Time Dao experts on one bloody hand, and even most vaunted sects treat it like a children's bogeyman fable."

Her assessment rang with the undeniable ring of truth. Cultivation centered around the infinite mysteries of creation's cosmic tapestry, each sect wielding signature disciplines passed down through untold eons by long-dead ancestors and immortal founders. Yet even among the most rarefied Dao paths, the esoteric study of Time itself stood apart on a sacrosanct, nigh-untouchable plane of its own.

To genuinely grasp and wield its impossibly abstruse principles was to hold complete dominion over the foundational fabric of existence itself, granting the power to manipulate the basic forces defining all of creation with a demigod's casual indifference.