How truly extraordinary! Upon reaching the central position, everything became different. The scriptures rippled like water, interweaving like gentle waves, spreading everywhere in this sacred space!
The sound was deafening, awakening the soul!
In just an instant, Shi Hao was on the verge of enlightenment, submerged in the rules of the heavens, adrift in the ocean of the Great Dao, his heart brimming with infinite realizations.
Here, he felt like a withered plant, nourished by gentle rain and bathed in soft sunlight, on the verge of revival, ready to flourish.
This was what he needed—sustenance for his soul, transcendence of life, the sublimation of his very being.
The path of cultivation was about evolution, elevating the essence of life to break free from shackles, shining alongside the sun and moon, coexisting with heaven and earth—truly indestructible.
This was the ultimate path for many, the final goal of all cultivators.
“I seek immortality, to live without end, but not merely to endure alongside heaven and earth, not just to shine with the sun and moon. For in this world, even they must one day fade.”
As Shi Hao contemplated the Dao, he was not lost in intoxication but stirred by inspiration, his mind alight with flashes of insight.
For he understood that his path was different. To surpass the sages of antiquity, he had to forge his own extraordinary way.
Clearly, obtaining a perfect seed, gaining the recognition of the grand cosmos, and coexisting with this vast universe were not his destined path—for he possessed no such ancient seed.
Without such fortune, he was no chosen child of heaven. Thus, out of necessity, he embarked on the path he and the Grand Elder had researched together!
**Boom!**
A celestial curtain descended from the heavens, shaking the very soul.
Chains of divine order cascaded like radiant waterfalls from beyond the sky, a spectacle so magnificent he would never forget it in his lifetime.
This was the beginning of his transformation—not merely copying the runes of ten thousand Daos, but earnestly studying them, comparing them with the world within his body, seeking to match and even surpass the grand universe itself.
“A speck of dust can fill the sea; a single blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars…”
Shi Hao murmured to himself. This was his deepest and most fundamental realization—not mere sentiment, but true comprehension.
Though insignificant compared to the stars, like dust before galaxies, negligible in the face of the vast cosmos, he understood that every individual was complete, possessing untapped “world treasures”—perhaps gates to immortality.
In simpler terms, the human body was a trove of treasures, layer upon layer, waiting to be unlocked!
The body may be as small as dust, but once its inner “world treasures” are opened, it becomes boundless, vast, and invincible!
The only condition? To unlock them—fully, endlessly!
Shrouded in infinite chains of divine order, Shi Hao was bound like an immortal monument, motionless as he sat upon the stone slab, undergoing a profound baptism.
This was not mere imitation but inspiration, a path to enlightenment.
To stand alongside the grand cosmos, one could not simply mimic. Only true flashes of insight, one’s own Dao and methods, and the unlocking of one’s inner immortal gates held meaning.
The chains of order were breathtaking, stretching through the void like the tail feathers of a phoenix, radiant with divine light, blinding to behold.
Shi Hao reached out, touching them gently—they were warm, no longer violent but gentle, all because of the stone slab beneath him.
He had gained recognition, treated as a nurtured being, for now, he was the “immortal embryo” nourished by the cosmic womb.
The most fundamental order, the most ancient laws, were laid bare before him, revealing all their secrets.
His gaze, clear at first, grew increasingly fervent as he devoured the sight of these primal “chains” of the universe. How could such knowledge be obtained so easily under normal circumstances?
Of course, these were not divine techniques or omnipotent powers, but the most basic and unadorned rules. Yet, it was precisely these chains that could be endlessly combined to form the most intricate mysteries.
Shi Hao was intoxicated. In the end, he realized—this bore similarities to the *Primordial True Interpretation*, containing the most fundamental truths!
He was stunned, then shaken. Why was it that every time he thought he had fully grasped the *Primordial True Interpretation*, upon revisiting it, he discovered new insights, different understandings?
Indeed, he had attained enlightenment once more, awakened again by the *Primordial True Interpretation*.
In an instant, his primordial spirit shone. The runes of the *Primordial True Interpretation*, long imprinted upon his soul like armor, now resonated even more intensely.
Then, the rules of the heavens poured down, endless chains cascading like divine rainbows, dazzling as celestial swords, merging with his primordial spirit and converging upon the runes of the *Primordial True Interpretation*.
The two intertwined, flashing brilliantly, ultimately reflecting and validating each other.
“Excellent!”
Shi Hao couldn’t help but exclaim, exhilarated. This was what he needed—to comprehend the primal mysteries of the cosmos, to grasp the ultimate essence of the grand universe.
Undoubtedly, the *Primordial True Interpretation* now harmonized with the most ancient rules, granting him unparalleled clarity and depth of understanding.
Then, his primordial spirit blazed, the scriptures of the *Primordial True Interpretation* covering it shining brilliantly, each character resonating with heaven and earth.
Next, the descending chains of heavenly order seemed to disintegrate.
Shi Hao reached out, sensing and caressing these gentle rules and orders, then attempted to truly decompose them into their fundamental particles.
He succeeded. One by one, the chains of order dissolved into golden particles in his palm, like miniature suns.
His heart trembled. He was capturing the very factors of the rules, touching the essence of the grand universe, observing it at such an intimate distance.
In a distant corner, a woman as ethereal as mist watched silently. At first calm, she gradually revealed astonishment, then awe.
She had not expected a mere youth to so quickly touch upon the essence of the grand cosmos, his starting point terrifyingly high, delving into the highest wisdom of martial Dao.
Though entranced, Shi Hao remained lucid, wandering among the rule particles, studying them. The chains of order had decomposed into radiant sun-like particles, shimmering brilliantly.
He manipulated them with his divine sense, attempting to rearrange them. But a single misstep caused them to collide, triggering a terrifying consequence—space collapsed, then shattered!
The woman nearby was alarmed. If this place were destroyed, her own path to enlightenment would end as well.
Yet disaster was averted, for the stone slab beneath Shi Hao glowed, its ancient patterns spreading, calming the violent rules.
This slab could pacify all, for it was the heart of the cosmic womb, a product of heaven and earth’s harmony, immune to punishment and blessed with protection.
“No backlash, no divine retribution,” Shi Hao mused. The entity had not struck back, and the earlier danger had been effortlessly neutralized by the slab.
This was smooth sailing, yet it unsettled him.
For he was stealing the secrets of heaven, an act the Great Dao would never tolerate—punishment was inevitable.
Unlike the Ten Crown King and others, who had obtained perfect seeds and were recognized by the heavens, aligning with the grand cosmos and receiving its protection, Shi Hao was acting in defiance, forcibly extracting the universe’s primal secrets without approval.
The current peace was only because he had temporarily usurped this place, masking his actions from heaven’s scrutiny.
But once exposed, catastrophe would surely follow!
Whether called fate or the cosmic womb’s retribution, it amounted to the same thing.
Yet Shi Hao believed in the latter, not in so-called predestined fate.
Thus, time passed unnoticed. Unaware of its flow, he sat alone, contemplating the Dao, decomposing the particles of order.
Gradually, he sank deeper, forgetting all else, lost in the ocean of Dao principles.
The place thundered endlessly, scriptures resonating as rules transformed into light, becoming a radiant sea that enveloped him in unparalleled splendor!
Shi Hao’s primordial spirit blazed fiercely, the *Primordial True Interpretation* vibrating, its scriptures shaking the world.
As the scriptures resonated, the rule particles of the heavens trembled in unison. The golden particles seemed to expand, becoming clearer, fully revealed to Shi Hao.
Then, he rearranged them. As they rotated, they truly resembled a galaxy, swirling into a star system. In that instant, his body trembled.
**Boom!**
In a trance, he felt immortal gates appearing within him, pulsing in harmony with these fundamental particles.
Again and again, he reorganized the particles, aligning them with the runes of the *Primordial True Interpretation*, then evolving the Willow God’s techniques—not merely casting divine abilities as before, but constructing them from their very essence, forging rules and techniques from scratch.
Thus, he became entranced, finding the process wondrous. Building the most complex and powerful divine abilities from the most basic elements taught him immeasurably much.
Other techniques, other divine abilities—he repeated the process, refining them over and over.
Later, the glowing golden particles, resonating with the *Primordial True Interpretation*, further decomposed into finer fragments, like motes of dust or arcs of light, barely visible even with divine sight.
Yet with his enlightened mind, Shi Hao saw them clearly, all reflected within his divine consciousness.
He immersed himself, forgetting sleep and hunger, utterly captivated by the beauty of it all.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, a golden hammer descended from the sky, striking Shi Hao and sending him coughing blood, nearly shattering his body. The only mercy was that he remained upon the slab.
He jolted awake. What was this? Had heaven’s punishment begun?
No—this was the manifestation of the rules, the Great Dao taking tangible form as a weapon to strike his body.
Looking down, he saw the slab glowing, having formed a shield that blocked most of the hammer’s force. Otherwise, he would have been torn apart.
“I was lost in decomposing the chains of order, obsessed with studying the tiny golden particles, neglecting the grand scheme—the supreme comprehension of the Great Dao itself.”
Shi Hao awakened, suddenly enlightened.
Too fixated on minutiae, he had ignored the vast sky—the grand “Dao” was the foundation. Sometimes, mastering the greater momentum rendered petty techniques unnecessary.
Under the grand momentum, all else was crushed.
Shi Hao comprehended, delving deeper into enlightenment.
Within this extraordinary seed, this cosmic womb, he was absorbing nourishment, strengthening his indestructible golden body, reaping the fruits of the Dao.
This was a path of metamorphosis—he was growing stronger, breaking through, undergoing a rebirth that would shape his entire life!
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