At this mont, upon hearing this sentence, He finally released a sigh of relief.
Not in vain did He rack His brains, almost calculating Zero to the point of collapse, devising strategies for Xu Xiaoshou till this step.
Finally, finally, He heard sothing pleasing to the ear.
Of course, He knew roughly what Xu Xiaoshou wanted to say, but at this mont He could only pretend not to know, touched, He said:
"Lord Shou, please speak."
"If Saint Xin were to fall, I might not be able to return imdiately, but the blood demon power He left in your divine palace could be His only resurrection opportunity..."
"Possession?"
"Mm."
"Lord Shou, if it’s only this level of Saint Xin, I think I might still have one last card to play."
"Oh?"
"But if I say it, it may not work anymore, since I have already been influenced by the blood demon power."
"..."
Xu Xiaoshou resisted the urge to curse this old flamboyantly mysterious priest, without further questioning, he directly cut off the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique telepathic communication.
He wanted to go over there!
He intended to execute Saint Xin in a past life, severing all variables!
He wanted to fight Saint Xin once under the most irreversible and variable circumstances, because He could not stand by as His past self was trapped, while He could only wait, waiting for that mosquito to guide His forr self over.
Saint Xin wagered enormously this ti.
But my Hidden Bitter, is not unfavorable either!
Xu Xiaoshou sat cross-legged in the air, Hidden Bitter traversing around him, unfolded beneath him was the one and only Great Dao River, clearly entering the state of Unity of Man and the Heavens, beginning Enlightennt.
The Way of Na was enough to manifest the Great Dao River, evidencing that its application might be lacking, but in terms of insight into this path, Xu Xiaoshou had long surpassed the Na Ancestor.
Internalized as the Dao Disc for Na, it directly provided visualized data:
"Dao Disc for Na (99%)."
And now what Xu Xiaoshou had to do was no longer simply through the Way of Na, to nourish his various passive skills and other processes of "having."
He also had to traverse a step that even the Na Ancestor might not have ventured, through Void Taoism and insight, stepping onto the "no" concerning the Way of Na.
Like the mory’s rear side of Hallmaster Dao.
Like Bazhun’an’s mutual dependence with Sword .
But perhaps, it had to be higher because He intended to "define" the Great Path, to expand the Way of Na, akin to the Holy Path and Phantom Swords Technique, the root of myriad Great Paths!
"Na, can an a surna or be given as ’bestowed upon’."
"Bestowed upon grass, flowers, and birds, it’s nad, then plants and animals have distinctive titles; bestowed upon Yin, Yang, the four seasons, it’s nad, then day and night, spring and autumn can be tangible changes."
"A path that can be walked is not an ordinary path; a na that can be nad is not an ordinary na; bestowed upon Path by Path: it is called Sword, Battle, Technique, cultivators no longer tread pathless, but can pursue the ordinary na, advance in steps."
"Thus, bestowed upon Great Path as Fire, it accumulates the disparity of temperature, the color changes of flas, the agitations and calms of emotions, culminating in Ordinary Fire, Cold Flas, Karma Fire, nad as Fire, rises with wood and burns, spreads upon movent."
"Thus, bestowed upon Great Path as Water, tranquil like gurgling streams, fierce like torrents, wild like waterfall gushing, still like a silent well, culminating in joy, shock, anger, sorrow, supre na as Water, reaching seven emotions can restrain six desires."
"The end of the path, then forsaking what’s bestowed, returning to true essence, releasing creation, then returns to zero and ascends as Supre Na. Supre Na, cannot be nad, Supre Path, also exists, also doesn’t exist, unnad the beginning of heaven and earth, nad the mother of all things. Penetrating its subtlety, exhausting its limits, a unified identity, synonymously called mysterious. Behold it, opening the gate of mystery."
...
Buzz!
Accompanied by the unconscious muttering of Void Taoism insight, the Venerable Extre Slash Space’s Third Ancestor, watched in astonishnt as the standing Xu Xiaoshou, gradually transford from human form into intangible.
His eyes disappeared into smoke, His limbs fragnted into airflow, His torso, entirely, dissipated outward, all dissolving into the Great Path.
"Taoization of the Great Path?"
This didn’t seem quite like Taoization, because the Third Ancestor could still sense Xu Xiaoshou’s existence, only His form had changed.
But to say where He was, was indescribable.
As if absent yet omnipresent, as if born alongside the Path at the comncent of primordial chaos, and at the sa ti manifested as every speck of dust and every droplet of river on Shengshen Continent at this mont.
Not just the continent, not just Dao, He seed to have rged into spaceti, perated the past, present, future, communicating myriad worlds, reaching places that the Ancestral God could probe but had never experienced.
From the beginning where He was understandable, to the middle where He was incomprehensible, until finally completely forgetting what Xu Xiaoshou was doing and His purpose, yet still able to rember the symbolic na "Xu Xiaoshou."
"The Way of Na..."
War Ancestor silently muttered, from the perspective of War Dao, He seed able to interpret what Xu Xiaoshou was doing, reaching for a realm most supre:
"Path of Infinite?"
The three-headed, six-ard Cursed Yin, similarly revealed a shocked expression, hardly believing what He saw, unable to decipher Xu Xiaoshou’s current status but using the concept of Vanishing Technique to interpret, to define Xu Xiaoshou, then understanding as:
"Supre Technique?"
Yet whether it was the Path of Infinite, Supre Technique, or the mory’s rear side of Hallmaster Dao, Bazhun’an’s mutual dependence with Sword , under the imnse concept Xu Xiaoshou was comprehending at this mont.
They seed only to be among its parts.
Could this Path push towards "Supre Na," and "Supre Na" far exceed this Path?
"Call on ..."
Throughout the Great Thousand Epochs, an intangible wave echoed out.
Xu Xiaoshou thodically took out the source of spaceti, retracing the Reincarnation Token’s essence, then entered the path through the way of great dreams across ti, transmitting self-will to myriad realms:
"Praise my true na, use reincarnation as a token."
"Epochs can be reached, Supre traverses."
...
Upon the peak of the towering mountain enveloped in demonic aura within the dim Broken Land, a tall man dressed in somber Nuoyi, donning a majestic Nuomian, abruptly stood, dazzling light erupted between His eyes.
Thousands of bolts of thunder descended from the sky, inundating half of the demon-powered mountain, unable to crush it. His voice, woven with countless wills and ground repeatedly by stone mill, erged hoarse and strange, yet echoed from the thunder calamity:
"The Way of Na..."
"Has Jin Ren achieved it?"
Without much hesitation, this tall man in Nuoyi expanded His consciousness, connected with the surge of will sweeping through epochs, and transmitted across:
"Here lays the Ancestral Court’s Tai Yao Mountain, quickly aid my position!"
...
Within the maelstrom of ancient tis, amidst boundless desolate Ti Sand ebbing and flowing, a white-clothed swordsman enduring countless epochs of hardship, long worn away by ti’s grinding, was poised to die, sharply raised His head.
In His hand, the Fourth Sword vibrated, azure light flaring, that white-clothed figure gracefully turned back, as if in an instant finding the once-lost distant direction of ho, murkiness fully receding from His gaze, vitality and vigor rapidly revived, soaring, burgeoning, nearly limitless.
"Ming Sword Skill..."
"Xu Xiaoshou, is he coming for ?"
Hum hum hum!
Around Him, seemingly due to montary emotional fluctuations, sprang open gate after gate of path energy erupting illuminated gates.
Initially there were nine, then eighty-one, finally splitting into countless.
After a long deep breath, the divine intent returned to tranquility, the Mystical Gate abated, vanished into intangible.
He opened His mouth, yet struggled to produce sound.
After waiting for long, until a sweetness gathered in His throat, barely swallowing it down, He then vibrated the Fourth Sword to resonate with sword cognition, emitting a dry voice as if cut by a blade:
"Lord Shou..."
"I am here."
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