Shi Hao was immersed in a mystical trance, his thoughts surging as he focused on the wheel within his body, teetering between life and death, squeezing out his deepest potential. In an instant, he attained enlightenment.
He wandered through a brand-new world, his spirit soaring through the void, comprehending infinite mysteries. For a moment, he stood petrified, lost in contemplation and reflection.
Yet, his footsteps did not halt. He approached the pristine White Warding Bamboo, breathing in its intoxicating fragrance, so refreshing it nearly made him swoon.
At this moment, he suppressed his Singular Heavenly Passage, condensing it back into his abdomen, where it transformed into a divine wheel, pulsing with the mysteries of life and death!
The Wheel of Life and Death became a radiant sun, contained within his body—a manifestation of his Heavenly Passage contracting!
**”Crack!”**
Not far away, the fallen figure of the Dark Immortal Gold, riddled with cracks, rose once more. Its wounds healed, its obsidian sheen flickering with eerie, formidable power.
Its gaze was frigid, devoid of any human emotion. Though grievously wounded for the first time, it was far from defeated. It advanced again, relentless.
This was a critical juncture. If disturbed, Shi Hao’s enlightenment might be severed!
The cold, emotionless Dark Immortal Gold puppet was a creation of pure duty, faithfully guarding the White Warding Bamboo. Without joy or sorrow, it strode forward, rolling with murderous intent.
**”Boom!”**
It struck again—a fist of blackened gold, infused with foreign power, unleashing a devastating divine technique aimed at Shi Hao, brutal and terrifying.
Shi Hao, sensing the danger, felt the bone scripts across his body intertwine, especially the radiant divine wheel in his abdomen, which blazed with countless beams of light. He did not withdraw from this state but remained immersed within it.
Instinct drove him—just as before—to compress his Singular Heavenly Passage to its limit, making it smaller yet more dazzling!
Then, the wheel erupted in a cataclysmic explosion of life and death!
With a low, guttural roar, Shi Hao lunged forward, his full force crashing into the Dark Immortal Gold figure, sending it flying.
This was an instant of enlightenment—unlocking the treasures of the human body, unleashing boundless, terrifying power!
Shi Hao was in a state of profound comprehension, though he did not know if he could fully grasp all the insights. For now, he was merely groping in the dark, the power he unleashed merely an instinctive reaction in this state.
If he could master this instinct, activating it at will, the results would be unimaginably fearsome!
And if he could forge a path unlike any other—one uniquely suited to him—it would be beyond comprehension. A path tailored to oneself was the strongest Dao!
The Dark Immortal Gold figure crashed down, its body once more covered in fissures. This time, it did not rise to attack. Its body flickered with light before vanishing entirely.
Shi Hao remained lost in thought, still not fully snapping out of his trance. He pondered ceaselessly, trying to grasp the elusive trajectory of this profound path.
Just moments ago, he had glimpsed a new road—one of infinite radiance, filling his heart with hope.
It was bizarre. One moment, he had been locked in a life-and-death struggle with the Immortal Gold figure, nearly perishing.
The next, he had begun to awaken, as if drenched in divine clarity, sinking into an inexplicable realm of enlightenment, experiencing a profound epiphany—comprehending the Dao!
The difference was like heaven and earth, arriving so abruptly!
Teetering between life and death, the ultimate duality—these two mysteries had intertwined, evolved, and taken shape within Shi Hao, spinning into the Wheel of Life and Death.
He compressed his Singular Heavenly Passage once more, pushing it to the extreme.
The Heavenly Passage that had enveloped his body shrank, sinking into his abdomen, condensing into a single point—a seed, like a golden immortal pill, radiating brilliant light.
Various bone scripts and the principles of treasure spells were inscribed upon it, merging into the golden “immortal pill,” illuminating his inner world. His abdomen shimmered with countless strands of divine light!
Yet, a hazy aura of death also lingered, wrapping around the pill, drifting within the microcosm of his body. There was a sense of sacred harmony, yet also an undercurrent of annihilation.
Shi Hao wished to dispel the deathly aura, to sever the inauspicious, leaving only the divine.
But he sensed the profound meaning growing indistinct, no longer as deep.
“This feels… shallow,” he murmured unconsciously. Forcing the deathly aura away might not be wise.
Light, harmony, brilliance, divinity—wasn’t this the ideal manifestation?
Shi Hao stopped himself. He no longer forcibly expelled the deathly aura, allowing it to drift and envelop the radiant “immortal pill,” letting nature take its course.
In this world, life and death coexisted, light and darkness, yin and yang—always opposing, never purely one or the other. Lost in thought, Shi Hao realized this truth and ceased his struggle.
The cosmos was thus—balanced by opposing forces—and so too was the human body.
Now, he saw his flesh as a universe unto itself, a microcosm waiting to unlock its divine treasures.
In this moment of clarity, Shi Hao allowed the deathly aura to flow, circling the golden point—the compressed Singular Heavenly Passage, resembling a golden elixir.
**”Boom!”**
The deathly aura invaded, clashing with the golden core.
**”Pfft!”**
Shi Hao coughed up blood, his body convulsing violently. His abdomen nearly exploded—just half a step away from complete disintegration, nearly perishing.
Trembling uncontrollably, his abdomen split with countless cracks, blood pouring out. He was grievously wounded.
Shaken awake, Shi Hao realized he had almost died.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself submerged in the pool, the pristine liquid’s rich fragrance filling his senses. Beams of auspicious light surged into his body.
In his abdomen, the wounds healed rapidly, nourished by the radiant divine liquid.
Moreover, all the shattered bone fragments within him began to resonate, emitting metallic clangs like a battle hymn, shaking the surroundings!
Clearly, entering this luminous divine pool was triggering a drastic transformation in his body—an evolution of his physique!
Yet Shi Hao paid it no mind. Though this was a profound metamorphosis worthy of reflection, he forced himself to forget it, letting his body evolve and his bones temper while his thoughts returned to his earlier state of enlightenment.
He sought to recapture that sensation, unwilling to miss this life-altering epiphany.
Undeniably, the insight had been profound. Shi Hao grasped it once more, compressing his Heavenly Passage again, reigniting that feeling!
At the extreme of compression, the Heavenly Passage became a singularity, then erupted, birthing the dual energies of life and death!
“Not severing the deathly aura…”
Like a sleepwalker, he repeated the process, compressing and releasing. He understood—yin and yang must coexist, letting death entwine the singularity, orbiting it like a planet around a sun, spinning faster and faster until terrifying power surged through his body.
Yet once more, he suffered grievous harm. The rotating deathly aura and the singularity’s power were immense, threatening to tear his abdomen apart. Though the internal forces balanced, his flesh could not withstand the strain.
The deathly aura, whirling like blades, slashed at his body, ravaging his abdomen.
Fortunately, he was beneath the White Warding Bamboo, bathed in its precious sap—otherwise, he would have been doomed.
“Yin and yang must balance. The inner world must harmonize,” Shi Hao murmured.
He suppressed the deathly aura, sealing it deep within his abdomen, then released the “immortal pill,” letting it radiate vitality, dominating while the deathly aura was contained.
He repeated the process—the singularity exploding, yin and yang energies spreading, life and death entwining.
Shi Hao was calm, silent, like an emotionless statue, observing the changes within his body with utmost solemnity, scrutinizing himself dispassionately.
He lost track of time, unaware of its passage, detached from the flow of years.
Time seemed frozen—or perhaps centuries had passed. To him, it was meaningless, for his spirit wandered his inner world.
He was serene, devoid of emotion, watching the transformations in his abdomen.
Finally, stillness returned. Yin and yang energies flowed in balance, forming a Taiji diagram of life and death.
Then, they dispersed, no longer manifesting as a true divine diagram.
“Formed Dao, formless Dao—the world shows no Taiji,” he whispered. In all creation, such diagrams were unseen—mere abstract depictions of the Dao.
Shi Hao awakened, scattering the diagram. The deathly aura became a black sea, lifeless and still, while the vital energy became a spring of life, bubbling and entwining with the deathly sea.
**”Boom!”**
With a single thought, life and death intertwined once more, forming a tangible Taiji diagram—a concrete manifestation of the Dao!
The heavens roared, thunder rumbled, and endless lightning descended, striking Shi Hao relentlessly.
Jolted awake, he realized—this method, this path, this Dao—had taken shape. He had found the true gateway, shocking and exhilarating him. If refined further, he sensed it would shine brilliantly, perhaps birthing an entirely new system!
Of course, this was only the beginning—a single part of the human body’s treasures unlocked. Many more awaited discovery, for the flesh held the universe’s deepest truths.
But now, he had no time to ponder. The sudden lightning, vast and boundless, sought to obliterate him!
This was divine retribution, inexplicably manifesting—thunder without end, lightning without mercy. Even the White Warding Bamboo, absorbing much of it, could not spare him entirely. He was pierced through.
Shi Hao’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even when transcending tribulation with immortal energy, he had never faced such devastation.
And this was only the beginning. Countless more bolts would follow, growing ever more terrifying, threatening to reduce him to ashes.
“Was it my attempt to forge a new path that provoked this heavenly punishment?” Shi Hao realized.
Despite the mortal peril, his eyes burned brighter. The heavens had sent this tribulation to stop him—proof that his enlightenment was extraordinary!
This might surpass even his cultivation of immortal energy in significance—otherwise, such wrath would never have descended!
“My path!” Shi Hao laughed joyfully, even as the next bolt tore his flesh, splattering blood.
His bones, once reforged, shattered anew under the lightning, wreathed in chaotic energy. His body was pierced through by bolt after bolt!
Life and death intertwined, fortune and misfortune coexisted. In this moment, Shi Hao felt no fear, no despair—for he discovered that as the lightning ravaged him, more of the White Warding Bamboo’s pristine sap flowed, droplets like flawless pearls sliding down the trunk, far gentler than if they had fallen directly upon him.
His body was being remade once more!
The white sap, dripping from the bamboo’s nodes, seeped into his shattered bones, merging with his marrow, accelerating his transformation.
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