Another living being!
Shi Hao’s mind was in a daze, unable to discern how it had formed. In that fleeting moment, his consciousness had wandered beyond his body, leaving him briefly devoid of sensation.
Then came the metallic clang—the central Dao Flower bloomed in full glory, its radiance surging like a volcanic eruption, painting the heavens in dazzling hues.
At this moment, Shi Hao felt an overwhelming surge of power, as if he had grasped the ultimate essence of the Dao. His combat prowess erupted violently!
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
As the flower unfurled, each petal shimmered with sacred brilliance, resonating with sword-like chimes that deafened the ears. The petals, both enchanting and terrifying, exuded an awe-inspiring beauty.
The underground world erupted in brilliance, its radiance spreading through the vast subterranean expanse before surging to the surface, illuminating the Divine Medicine Mountain Range with blinding intensity.
*Illuminating the myriad peaks of the land!*
The spectacle was terrifying, shaking the souls of all who witnessed it. Ancient beasts and ferocious birds in the mountains trembled, prostrating themselves as if facing a sovereign, their very spirits quivering.
Shi Hao himself was astounded, his heart surging with emotion. He felt an indescribable sensation—boundless power coursing through his body, releasing and circulating endlessly.
His body was the seed, his flesh the gate. Countless rays of light burst forth—his Dao attainment, his strength—making him feel incomparably mighty!
At this moment, it seemed a single punch could shatter the great world itself!
This overwhelming sense of power persisted, as if he stood atop the pinnacle of existence. In his daze, he felt himself gazing down upon eternity, beholding the countless supreme beings of past and present.
Yet Shi Hao remained neither impulsive nor fanatical. Instead, he was utterly calm, scrutinizing every change within himself.
He clearly sensed the surging combat power within him, his Dao advancing, yet all of it ultimately converged toward the central Dao Flower atop his head, merging into the tiny figure seated there.
Everything was being absorbed by that indistinct figure, as if a Dao Fruit was taking shape, solidifying into a golden body!
Shi Hao frowned, then relaxed. In a single thought, he grasped everything—the being atop the central Dao Flower was one with him, sharing all he possessed. There was no need for concern.
This was entirely different from the first being born from the Dao Flower!
The first being had always been hazy, distant, as if existing in an ancient era, born before the dawn of creation.
No matter how Shi Hao tried to communicate, he could never bridge the gap. That being seemed separated from him by endless time, untouchable, unreachable.
They were divided by the river of time—only able to gaze at each other from afar, never truly face to face.
Yet Shi Hao knew that this being posed no harm to him. During his last heavenly tribulation, when faced with the Immortal-Slaying Guillotine, it was that being who had taken the blow for him!
*Boom!*
The Dao trembled once more.
The central Dao Flower erupted with countless rays of light, auspicious hues piercing through the earth and staining the mountains crimson, carrying an aura of slaughter!
It seemed to embody war, to represent unrivaled combat power!
Then, the crimson radiance shifted to pale gold, mingling with ethereal violet mist. The interplay of colors exuded both majesty and slaughter, towering above all.
Within Shi Hao’s body, his bones resonated, cracking and reforging themselves, becoming tougher and stronger than ever before.
He was evolving!
His Dao foundation solidified, his bones and flesh refined. Mysterious gates opened one after another within him, releasing esoteric energies that nourished every part of his being.
Especially in his Sea of Reincarnation—where the gates converged.
“Only by taking the body as the seed can one reach this stage. If others wish to forge a new path, they cannot follow mine—they must find their own way.”
Shi Hao sighed softly. His path was a dead end for others; they would struggle to replicate his achievements.
Shaking his head, he dismissed such thoughts. He had yet to truly reach the pinnacle—there was still a long road ahead. Overthinking was pointless.
This time, his ability to manifest the Dao Flower and birth a second being was inextricably linked to this golden pool!
This was an immortal’s handiwork, likely prepared for the resurrection of the Golden Bull. Shi Hao strongly suspected the bull was undergoing nirvanic rebirth!
Because of this, the Primordial Breath within him—which should have dissipated—had reformed, stabilizing completely.
The three immortal energies had also grown stronger, especially the second, nourished beyond imagination, allowing it to “bloom and bear fruit.”
The only regret was that his foundational injury had only slightly improved. It remained, stubbornly unhealed—a major problem.
“It shouldn’t threaten my life, at least not in the short term,” Shi Hao murmured.
His entire body felt invigorated, every pore exuding radiant light. The pool’s essence was too extraordinary—he couldn’t contain it, continuously absorbing its purity, undergoing a profound baptism!
“Hmm?” Suddenly, Shi Hao stiffened. The Primordial Breath had risen from his Sea of Reincarnation, ascending along his spine like a great dragon.
*Boom!*
His entire body felt supported, an inexplicable power erupting from his spine.
In that fleeting glance, he saw countless gates lining his vertebrae, each segment a crucial secret realm. If all were opened, the resulting Dao Fruit would be unimaginable.
The Primordial Breath, like a true dragon, briefly merged with his spine before entering his skull, alighting upon his spiritual platform. Shi Hao’s gaze deepened.
For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind before he closed his eyes again.
The Primordial Breath lingered only briefly in his skull before bursting from his crown, roaring like a dragon, shaking heaven and earth.
It materialized in the void, then lunged straight for the second Dao Flower!
“No!” Shi Hao’s eyes snapped open. He hadn’t expected the Primordial Breath to act so treacherously—leaving his body of its own accord, attempting to seize his Dao Fruit!
Was the legend true? That the Primordial Breath could not be retained, that coveting it would bring calamity?
It was a shackle, nearly impossible to harness as a supreme fortune. In the end, it would turn on its wielder—so the ancient sages had warned.
Shi Hao channeled his divine energy, trying to evade, while the Dao Flower resonated like a divine weapon, its petals slicing through the heavens.
Yet the Primordial Breath was unstoppable. It morphed into a dragon, weathering the petal strikes unscathed, its metallic chime unyielding!
Sparks flew, but the Primordial Breath remained unharmed, plunging into the Dao Flower despite all resistance.
*Boom!*
The tiny figure stirred. Though indistinct, seated in a space of external brilliance and internal darkness—like an ancient cave—it opened its eyes, sharp and terrifying!
A fearsome aura radiated from it, thick with slaughter, blood mist billowing, shocking all nearby creatures.
But it was too late. The Primordial Breath had already coiled around it like an unbreakable chain.
With a piercing cry, the figure struggled to stand, attempting to break free.
*Crack!*
The surrounding void shattered inch by inch. Even the rare Huangdao Stones—renowned as precious materials—crumbled into dust. The sight was horrifying.
Huangdao Stones were incredibly durable, nearly unbreakable by the younger generation. Yet this tiny figure’s mere ripples had shattered them!
Shi Hao’s expression darkened, but he acted swiftly, trying to rescue the figure—for he felt it was an extension of himself, inseparable.
But he was too late. The Primordial Breath tightened like a savage dragon, imprinting itself onto the figure as unshakable patterns.
Shi Hao sighed in resignation.
The Primordial Breath was too powerful to resist. The three Dao Flowers had originated from immortal energies—its remnants—bound by its will.
The second figure, born from the Dao Flower, could not defy it. It was sealed.
Now motionless, the figure sat cross-legged, eyes closed, isolated from the world. The Primordial Breath had become its shackle.
“The first figure exists in the past. The second lives in the present, aligned with me, wielding unmatched combat power—yet it has fallen to calamity,” Shi Hao murmured, his eyes unfathomable.
“If I could refine the Primordial Breath, fuse it with my true self…” he pondered.
Regardless of whether the figures atop his head were truly him, one thing was certain—they were suppressed by the Primordial Breath, vulnerable to its control.
The three immortal energies had birthed the flowers, which might all eventually spawn beings. If Shi Hao could refine the Primordial Breath, he could master them all.
After all, the three immortal energies were its offspring, its imprints.
“Was this predestined?” Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, gleaming with intensity.
To decompose the singular Primordial Breath, fuse it with himself, then command the three immortal energies it birthed—this was the essence of the Dao!
“From one comes all; three begets the myriad.” Shi Hao’s eyes blazed with insight.
Yet he knew this path might be doomed. His second figure was already imprisoned.
The Primordial Breath was uncontrollable!
Defiant, Shi Hao resolved to defy the legends, to refine the Primordial Breath, dissolve it, and make it his own.
Taking a deep breath, he sat cross-legged once more, entering deep cultivation. He activated the *Primordial True Scripture*, seeking answers within its mysterious passages.
This scripture, inscribed on crystalline bone, held inexplicable power—capable of transforming decay into wonder.
As Shi Hao channeled the scripture, myriad spirits manifested around him. The *Primordial True Scripture* recorded the ancient methods, imprints, and bone texts of all living things.
In an instant, ancient beasts and divine birds—Hounds, Dragons, Qilins, Rocs—appeared, followed by countless other creatures, even plants, all seemingly alive, drawing vitality from the pool.
It was eerie—even Shi Hao was startled!
Though these manifestations always appeared when he activated the scripture, they had never before pulsed with such vibrant life force. Were they truly reviving?
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