In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
Wang Xiu was still climbing the ancient peak. The powerful experts of the past around him hadn't diminished; in fact, they had grown even stronger. At the sa ti, Wang Xiu had already gathered more than a hundred strands of Immortal Qi. This was an astonishing number, as each strand represented a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation.
anwhile, his steps were no longer as effortless as before, becoming increasingly strenuous.
"The Spiritual Pressure in this world is becoming heavier and heavier!" Wang Xiu's gaze flickered as he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Even with his physical strength, his deep foundation, and the perfect synergy between his Ming Emperor's Infernal Classic and this environnt, he still found it arduous. The path ahead would be even more difficult.
"Life... death..."
Suddenly, a low chant echoed. A terrifying presence surged from the east. A titanic hand ford from countless runes descended from the sky, suppressing the very void.
Wang Xiu didn't even look up; his figure had already vanished, reappearing a hundred miles away. His form then flickered continuously as the power of the void surged. Wave after wave of destructive fluctuations emanated from where he had just been.
"Entropy of Ti!"
HUM!
Wang Xiu's entire body surged with purple light. Ancient runes spun within his pupils, affecting the surrounding world. In an instant, the flow of ti ca to a halt. He moved quickly. The phantom of the Ming Emperor erged, and with a lift of its hand, an endless deathly aura scattered from the body of his attacker.
Accompanied by bursts of agonized screams, the figure finally dissipated completely between heaven and earth, leaving behind eleven wisps of light.
"PHEW!"
Wang Xiu stopped, his face sowhat pale. With his current strength, he could easily defeat an expert at the peak of the Saint Manifestation realm.
But against an Earth Immortal... it was impossible.
The gap was too large. These powerful beings, though they had lost their consciousness, still retained their Cultivation Level and could unleash their Divine Skills, making them indistinguishable from real experts in the outside world. If it weren't for his Ming Emperor's Infernal Classic being as suited to this place as a fish to water, as if divinely aided, he could never have co this far.
Even so, it was becoming increasingly difficult. The experts that appeared were growing more and more terrifying. The one he had just faced was a peak Earth Immortal who, in life, had already overco eleven Celestial Thunder Tribulations.
When the disparity in strength becos too great, even with Wang Xiu's myriad thods, he might not get the chance to use them. Therefore, he found himself using his Zhulong Divine Skill with increasing frequency to halt the flow of ti and create an opening. However, this Divine Skill consud an imnse amount of energy. After each use, Wang Xiu needed a considerable amount of ti to recover.
As a result, his pace grew slower and slower.
* * *
Wang Xiu looked up. The mountain range still seed endless. This ancient peak was indeed unimaginably vast; not only was it endlessly high, but its breadth was even more expansive. He hadn't realized its scale before he began the climb. But once he entered the mountains, it felt like a whole new world.
As far as the eye could see, there appeared to be one plateau after another. Its distant reaches were shrouded in a purple mist, obscuring the view.
I can't go on like this! Wang Xiu pondered, knowing in his heart that if he continued to climb blindly, he would never reach the summit.
He stopped. He found a secluded spot and carved out a temporary cave dwelling, setting up several protective Formations around it. Then, he began to cultivate in earnest.
"The power of Immortal Qi is wondrous and infinite. With so many strands in my possession, my strength will surely surge if I refine them all!" he murmured, casting aside all distracting thoughts.
Originally, he had been quite anxious, especially after learning of this place's strangeness. He wanted to find out what happened to his old acquaintances as soon as possible. That was why he had never stopped.
But now, as he continuously circulated the Supre Mysterious Directive, streams of pure Supre Primordial Qi flowed through his ridians. His mind gradually grew calm and serene.
"No matter what, I must not lose my composure!
"Even if the outco is already set in stone, as long as I am alive, there is hope!
"Once I reach the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, who is to say I won't one day wield a great divine skill capable of reviving the dead and bringing back those who have passed?
"I am blessed with such great Creation. In the future, anything is possible!"
With these self-affirmations, his mind beca as clear as a mirror, and his entire aura stabilized. Finally, after a long ti, he slowly opened his eyes. They were as tranquil as an ancient well, reflecting a state of supre detachnt.
"This is truly an unexpected delight!" he said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
He had previously been unable to comprehend the second step of the Flawless Immortal Path: the All Laws Unified Path. Now, however, a sudden flash of inspiration provided him with a breakthrough.
HUM! HUM!
With a turn of his hand seal, the aura around him began to change. Mystical and ancient runes continuously erged from within him.
"Supre Finger Mystery."
"Ancient Heavens Struggle."
"Ming Emperor's Prison Suppression."
"Qing Emperor's Longevity."
"Great Luo's Immortality."
"Taixu Concealing the Divine."
"Heavenly Yin Demonic Refinent."
"Supre Taiyi Thunder Mastery."
"Zhulong's Divine Skills!"
"..."
All the Divine Abilities he had encountered since he began his cultivation appeared around him, each taking the form of a unique rune. Gradually, the runes multiplied, scattering around him like specks of starlight.
"Laws and the Dao are inherently different," he said to himself. "These 'laws' were once Daos, but only for the individuals who created them! To , no matter how many emperor-level Divine Skills I master, they are ultimately just 'laws'—not my Dao!
"My true Dao must be forged by my own two feet! It is the difference between the trunk of a tree and the blossoms upon its branches! One Dao gives birth to all laws, and all laws return to the one Dao... So that's how it is!"
He stopped muttering. A faint, incredibly mystical light began to emanate from his body. Then, a great many more runes surged from within him, forming into the shape of a Heavenly Book.
"Nine Chapters of Heavenly Scripture, this is the Divine Skill Chapter!
Even though it's not the true Heavenly Book born from the Great Dao at the dawn of the universe, it's sufficient for as a reference! A realization dawned in his heart.
The so-called Dao was a path he could walk, but no one else could. He was blessed with great Creation and could continuously acquire ancient Divine Skills that once illuminated the cosmos. Across the myriad realms, every form of Daoist Magic could potentially be his to obtain, even Ancient thods long lost to the river of ti. Each of these divine paths represented a fundantal law of the universe, and each one pointed directly to the origin of all things.
Thus, the path forward beca clear.
"To enter the Dao through the origin—this is the path I must take!"
In the pitch-black environnt, his pupils shone with a brilliant light as his mind endlessly derived new runes. They erged one after another—one becoming two, two becoming three, until they transford into a sky full of runic light that enveloped the surrounding void.
His body suddenly brimd with vigorous, thriving vitality. Then, just as suddenly, that vitality would wither away. His skin shriveled and his hair turned white, leaving him on the verge of death. An endless tide of ti seed to flow through him.
The area fell completely silent.
* * *
「A year later.」
Within the dark cave dwelling, countless runes lit up, appearing like specks of starlight that ford an infinite galaxy.
"The All Laws Unified Path!
"Success!"
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