This figure was small, seated before his brow bone, yet exuded an air of solemn divinity—identical to Shi Hao but far more austere and sacred.
He resembled an ancient deity of primordial chaos, or perhaps a true immortal, motionless in meditation, chanting profound scriptures while radiating strands of dawnlight, intertwined with wisps of chaotic energy.
Soon, three immortal auras swirled around the tiny figure, no taller than a fist, enhancing his majesty and inviolability.
Shi Hao was immersed in a wondrous state. The Soul-Forging Art activated on its own, tempering his primordial spirit and channeling the power of the Netherworld Fruit into his spiritual essence.
Mysterious scriptures—from the Primal Chaos True Interpretation to the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art—flashed by one after another, manifesting before slowly condensing into characters that imprinted themselves onto the tiny figure.
This was a miraculous transformation. Shi Hao felt as though he had attained sudden enlightenment, comprehending profound truths that flowed through his mind with unprecedented clarity, deeper than ever before.
Many things he had once believed he mastered now revealed further depths. His primordial spirit was evolving, enhancing his comprehension and deepening his Dao attainment.
Could it truly be like this?
This was an unimaginable fortune—just a single Netherworld Fruit had strengthened his primordial spirit, triggering astonishing changes.
The fist-sized figure hovered in the void, seated before Shi Hao’s forehead, his primordial spirit detached from his body, contemplating the ultimate truths and laws of the natural world.
In an instant, the Soul-Forging Art ceased. Only the tiny figure remained, chanting scriptures by instinct, absorbing the mysteries of the cosmos!
Shi Hao remained motionless, his primordial spirit manifesting as the small figure—essentially himself—now reciting countless scriptures.
Divine light shimmered as he entered an indescribable state, as if experiencing reincarnation, an ancient rebirth. Another version of himself seemed to emerge from the void, stepping into this era!
The essence of the Primal Chaos True Interpretation unfolded with unprecedented clarity. What he had struggled to grasp before now flowed seamlessly, merging into a profound understanding far beyond his previous comprehension.
What he once believed he had mastered now seemed incomplete. Only at this moment did he truly grasp the scripture’s depths, mastering it entirely.
The Primal Chaos True Interpretation was neither a treasure art nor a heavenly technique—it was the most ancient law, the most fundamental truth. Only by mastering it could one approach the essence of the universe.
It simplified complexity, unveiled hidden mysteries, and rendered the secrets of the cosmos comprehensible.
Complexity distilled into simplicity—the Great Dao in its purest form!
This was not mere intellectual understanding but a realization at the level of life itself, transcending literal interpretation.
In that moment of clarity, Shi Hao felt as though a veil had lifted. Everything became lucid, and his past knowledge took on new meaning.
“The most precious scripture, the most valuable treasure, has always been with me—I just never fully understood it,” he mused.
Perhaps not just him—no one in the world had truly grasped the essence of the Primal Chaos True Interpretation. It altered one’s perception of the world and the mysteries of existence.
Turning decay into wonder! In the past, Shi Hao had glimpsed fragments, but compared to now, those were mere superficial touches.
Now he truly understood—how the simplest bone inscriptions could construct profound divine abilities, how ordinary treasure arts could one day shine brilliantly.
There were no useless runes, no weak treasure arts—only those who lacked the strength to wield them.
Of course, if one’s divine abilities were potent enough, their starting point might be higher.
The Primal Chaos True Interpretation did not negate supreme techniques like the Kun Peng Art or Thunder Emperor’s Method—it only strengthened them, propelled by the most ancient truths.
“I will grow stronger!”
Shi Hao felt this conviction deeply, as though awakening from a great dream.
Before this, he had been proud, believing himself among the strongest in the Heavenly God Realm throughout history.
Only now did he realize how arrogant he had been. Only with this true understanding did he feel he might now stand among the greatest of all time.
And he believed others had also grasped this truth—whether through the Primal Chaos True Interpretation or other means, enlightenment would come in time.
For Shi Hao, the Primal Chaos True Interpretation was not an invincible scripture—just the most useful one, touching the depths of his soul and awakening him.
It was all so sudden. By consuming a Netherworld Fruit, his strengthened primordial spirit and scripture recitation had led him to this profound realization.
The Netherworld Fruit was not the key—just a catalyst. Without this opportunity, another trigger would have come eventually.
But this coincidence had accelerated his enlightenment. The accumulation was already sufficient—only a spark was needed.
His primordial spirit comprehended the Dao, scriptures reinforcing it as countless runes imprinted onto the tiny figure, making it increasingly sacred and solemn.
The Soul-Forging Art was now suppressed, inactive, leaving only Shi Hao’s instinctive scripture recitation.
After mastering the Primal Chaos True Interpretation, he moved on to the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Art, the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, cycling through them repeatedly.
“It feels like reincarnation…” By the end, Shi Hao had an illusion—as if he had truly lived past lives, learning these supreme arts before forgetting them in the cycle of rebirth, only to reclaim them now.
Unconsciously, the three immortal auras entwined around his primordial spirit rose to his crown, transforming into Dao Flowers. On one of them sat a figure—meditating, chanting, surrounded by fragments of time, belonging neither to this era nor the future, but to the eternal past.
Among Shi Hao’s three Dao Flowers, one was unique—a living being had emerged from its petals.
It resembled him—a version of himself from the distant past, long vanished.
Now, they resonated. This was the source of his sense of reincarnation, his déjà vu with countless techniques.
Even his enlightenment of the Primal Chaos True Interpretation had been greatly influenced by this figure from the past.
The being chanted scriptures, enveloped in time fragments, gazing down at his present self with cold, detached supremacy, its eyes opening.
This stirred complex emotions in Shi Hao—fear, excitement, novelty—an indescribable experience.
“There is no reincarnation in the literal sense, only the evolution of life’s essence…” Even now, Shi Hao did not fully believe in reincarnation, interpreting it through his own understanding.
This was enlightenment—profound, deep comprehension!
His greatest gain was the resonance between his primordial spirit and the figure on the Dao Flower, experiencing the mysteries of the Great Dao and the passage of epochs in fleeting moments, as if spanning countless lifetimes.
Scriptures echoed across his primordial spirit, but in the end, only the core remained—the Primal Chaos True Interpretation, the essence, while others became embellishments.
All techniques passed swiftly—only the Primal remained true!
Eventually, the Primal Chaos True Interpretation transformed into intricate patterns, peeling from his primordial spirit and imprinting onto the Dao Flower bearing the mysterious figure.
These patterns sought to engrave themselves onto that being.
Then, other divine laws brightened—not just surfacing but etching into his primordial spirit before also peeling away, imprinting onto the central Dao Flower.
“Hmm?” Shi Hao awoke, startled.
A mystical evolution—one representing the past, the other the present? Two flowers embodying different meanings.
Were the scriptures selectively choosing as well?
He felt as though he had grasped something, yet missed something else. But now fully awake, the experience ended, vanishing.
He did not know when he would enter such a state again.
His greatest harvest was mastering the Primal Chaos True Interpretation—the foundation!
“When will beings appear on the other two Dao Flowers? Perhaps then, everything will become clear, and I will achieve completion!” Shi Hao murmured.
This was his intuition, his premonition.
He sensed that what had just occurred was an incomplete manifestation—only the Primal Chaos True Interpretation and the figure from the past had fully intertwined, achieving something.
The other techniques and the remaining two Dao Flowers remained unfinished.
The chanting ceased, and the Soul-Forging Art resumed, further strengthening his primordial spirit with the Netherworld Fruit’s power.
Just as with the Evil-Warding Divine Bamboo, Shi Hao’s true gain was not the divine medicine itself but the extraordinary enlightenment!
With the bamboo, he glimpsed the embryonic form of his path. Here, he mastered the Primal Chaos True Interpretation and resonated with a being on a Dao Flower, as if experiencing reincarnation.
“I’ve grown stronger!”
Shi Hao keenly felt the marvel of the Primal Chaos True Interpretation—his control over various arts became effortless, smoother than ever, capable of unleashing unfathomable divine might.
He longed to test his newfound strength against other Heavenly God Realm experts, certain the results would be extraordinary.
But he could not leave yet.
Now, the Netherworld Fruit would fulfill its true purpose—Shi Hao’s primordial spirit was undergoing metamorphosis!
Time blurred as he drifted between consciousness and slumber, his primordial spirit solidifying and intensifying, pulling him into deep dormancy.
Yet a sudden chill jolted him awake.
Opening his eyes, he saw a yellow river—carrying death, extinguishing life—flowing toward a desolate, lifeless horizon.
Around him lay countless bones, forming a ghastly skeletal plain, most reduced to dust.
Shi Hao shuddered. What had happened? Where was this?
“The Netherworld Fruit…”
In an instant, he understood why the fruit bore such a name.
Earlier, it had appeared sacred, radiant with auspicious light, masking its true nature. Only now did he realize—this was the Netherworld Fruit.
At the river’s end stood a vast cliff, beneath which loomed an enormous volcanic crater—dark as the abyss of hell.
The river plunged into it without a sound.
Was that hell? Within, Shi Hao faintly heard the roars of countless demons, the struggles of vengeful spirits and withered bones.
Strangely, the river’s end had seemed infinitely distant, yet now he saw the cliff, the dead volcano, and the hell within.
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