"Was it my fault?"
Luo Xiangling couldn't help but ask herself, feeling utterly lost.
She had no experience in love, and Jun Xiaoyao was the first man to ever knock on the door of her heart.
And now, Luo Xiangling felt a faint trace of fear.
Fear that she and Jun Xiaoyao would really just drift apart like this, becoming strangers.
If that truly happened, Luo Xiangling couldn't imagine what she would feel.
She would probably be truly heartbroken.
Just as Luo Xiangling was feeling restless and uneasy.
Jun Xiaoyao was calmly staying within his own cultivation grounds.
With his monstrous talent, comprehending the Soul Book, while impossible to do too quickly, would certainly not be slow either.
In the blink of an eye, several more months had passed.
With Jun Xiaoyao in secluded cultivation, it seed as though the entire ten great states of the foreign realm had fallen into a brief silence.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao's various deeds continued to spread throughout the ten great states, giving countless people endless things to talk about.
Jun Xiaoyao had also beco a figure of faith for many n, and an object of admiration for many won.
On Tuoba Yu's end, the missionary work was going very smoothly.
With Jun Xiaoyao's backing, almost no blind fools dared to obstruct them anymore.
On top of that, Tuoba Yu was also very shrewd, and would not go to the great royal clans or quasi-emperor clans to preach.
He only went to the slave clans and general clans to spread the faith.
As a result, the number of believers in the God of Fate and Creation was multiplying every single day.
The slave clans and general clan beings of the foreign realm were far too nurous, like ants.
They were a group easily overlooked, yet extraordinarily vast in number.
According to Tuoba Yu's calculations.
Up to now, the number of devout believers in the God of Fate and Creation had already exceeded one hundred million.
And the number of beings who had cultivated the Dao Heart Seed Demon Art was also approaching the tens of millions.
In addition, there were the Blood Spirit Royal Clan, the Azure Demon Royal Clan, the Blade Arm Asura Clan, and other royal clans that had previously been subdued by Jun Xiaoyao in the great war.
They were now also worshipping the God of Fate and Creation.
Add to that the Ice Spirit Royal Clan and other forces.
The faith had begun spreading among those royal clans ranked at the bottom.
Jun Xiaoyao could feel it — every day within his inner universe, the power of faith was multiplying explosively.
It had even gathered into a vast and boundless sea of faith!
Golden and radiant, the gleaming sea of faith surged through the void of the inner universe, stirring up towering waves.
It could be said that if this sea of faith were seen by the Holy Sect of Quran or the Western Heaven Sect or other immortal great sects, they would surely burn with envy.
After all, the power of faith was the very cornerstone upon which these immortal great sects survived.
At the very center of the sea of faith was the Seed of Faith.
The Seed of Faith now shone like the sun, radiating brilliant and dazzling light.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had no ti to concern himself with this.
Because right now, he was using the Soul Book to break through the bottleneck of the Three Lives Immortal Sutra, in order to condense the Future Primordial Spirit.
Within Jun Xiaoyao's mind, there were three flowers of the Great Dao, representing the past, the present, and the future respectively.
On both the Flower of the Past and the Flower of the Present, a lifelike small figure sat cross-legged, like a miniature version of Jun Xiaoyao.
These were the Past Primordial Spirit and the Present Primordial Spirit.
Of the Three Lives Primordial Spirits, only the Future Primordial Spirit was still missing.
It was also the most difficult Primordial Spirit to condense.
Even with Jun Xiaoyao's monstrous talent, before obtaining a great opportunity like the Soul Book, condensing it would have been extrely difficult.
But now, with the Soul Book in hand, Jun Xiaoyao was ready to break through in one fell swoop.
Rumble!
Jun Xiaoyao's mind was like a world on the verge of being opened.
A vast tide of Primordial Spirit power surged like waves.
The ranks of the Primordial Spirit were divided into: Common, Peerless, Transcendent, Imasurable, Ganges Sand, Void Tribulation, Immortal, and Liberation.
Jun Xiaoyao's original Primordial Spirit rank was at the Imasurable level.
Even among supre beings, that was already an extrely high rank.
Now, his Primordial Spirit power was surging explosively.
In the end, even his Soul Sea was on the verge of boiling, and the light of his Primordial Spirit shone like a great sun illuminating everything.
Jun Xiaoyao's Primordial Spirit rank had reached the Great Perfection of the Imasurable level.
This was already the absolute limit he could cultivate to at his current supre realm.
Beyond this was the Ganges Sand level.
In a single thought, the Primordial Spirit becos vast, like the countless grains of sand in the Ganges River.
Compared to the physical body, the Primordial Spirit was originally considered relatively fragile.
But once the Ganges Sand level was reached, completely destroying the Primordial Spirit would beco extraordinarily difficult.
With a single thought, the Primordial Spirit scatters like the sands of the Ganges, and wiping it out entirely is no easy feat.
As long as even a trace of the Primordial Spirit remains, it can recover.
It could be said that a Primordial Spirit of this Ganges Sand level would be nearly impossible to find even among the seven realms of the supre.
"No matter. Once my cultivation advances in the future and I break through to the Ganges Sand level, it will co naturally. What matters most right now is the Future Primordial Spirit."
Jun Xiaoyao held his breath and focused his mind.
He began using the power of his Imasurable Great Perfection Primordial Spirit to condense the Future Primordial Spirit.
Within Jun Xiaoyao's mind, visions of lightning flashing, thunder rumbling, and flas burning appeared.
This was extrely terrifying.
One must know that the Primordial Spirit is also called the Yin Spirit, and belongs to the yin nature.
What it fears most is the power of thunder, flas, and other suprely rigid and yang forces.
Yet now, within Jun Xiaoyao's mind, visions of lightning blazing and a sea of fire overturning the heavens had erged.
For the Primordial Spirit, this was nothing short of a fatal blow.
Jun Xiaoyao's Past Primordial Spirit and Present Primordial Spirit radiated brilliant light, like two young divine beings sitting cross-legged in ditation, chanting sutras.
The Three Lives Primordial Spirits were pushed by Jun Xiaoyao to their absolute limit.
This kind of tribulation would be almost certainly fatal for other geniuses of the sa generation.
A Primordial Spirit simply could not survive such a great tribulation of thunder and fire.
But for Jun Xiaoyao, this was a form of tempering.
Forged through a hundred trials, allowing his Primordial Spirit to completely transform.
Gradually……
On that Flower of the Future, a hazy mist began to flow and stir.
A point of light began to take shape within it, flickering and glowing.
That was the light belonging to the Future Primordial Spirit.
Jun Xiaoyao held his breath even more intently, his full attention fixed on that point of future light.
Suddenly, it was as if he saw through that point of future light, glimpsing fragnted visions.
Within those fragnted visions.
The sky was no longer sky.
The earth was no longer earth.
Everything was shattered.
Rivers of blood ford by the fall of countless beings flowed through the universe.
Countless white bones, with drifting corpses everywhere.
Jun Xiaoyao also saw that the land of so immortal domains had been shattered, split into many small fragnts.
Even massive corpses drifted through the universe, still radiating a lingering might approaching that of an emperor.
Those were the corpses of quasi-emperors!
Catching a glimpse of this scene, even Jun Xiaoyao, whose heart was as calm as still water, was mildly startled.
The land of the immortal domain shattered!
The corpses of quasi-emperors drifting through the universe!
Hundreds of millions of beings soaked in blood!
It was a scene of utter apocalypse!
"What is going on?"
These fragnted visions were beyond Jun Xiaoyao's expectations.
"Could it be the great war between the two realms, with the foreign realm breaking through the border?"
Jun Xiaoyao was pondering.
The condensing of the Future Primordial Spirit had actually allowed him to catch a glimpse of the future!
"No, that's not right……"
Jun Xiaoyao kept feeling that sothing was off.
That catastrophe and upheaval didn't seem to be an invasion from the foreign realm.
Just then, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly steadied his mind.
Because within one of the fragnted future visions, he saw a familiar silhouette.
A beauty in white robes stained with blood, smiling!
Jiang Shengyi!
Jiang Shengyi's eyes were filled with sorrow, carrying boundless longing, gazing in his direction.
As if looking at him across the ti and space separating the present from the future.
"Xiaoyao, if it is for your sake, I am willing."
"Just let be foolish, this once……"
As Jiang Shengyi spoke, one jade hand pressed against her own chest.
Her figure dissolved into specks of light, as if she had transcended into nothingness.
A vigorously beating heart, wreathed in endless immortal radiance, was pulled out by Jiang Shengyi's own hand.
With every beat of the heart, countless Great Dao laws of the universe trembled and resonated.
The Twelve Aperture Immortal Heart!
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