Deep within the secret realm, the brown mountains were not towering, one after another, but they were enveloped in a mist of purple spiritual energy, making them appear like celestial peaks.
On the purple cliffs, luminous vines shimmered with crimson radiance—these were spirit herbs, the *Red Flood Dragon Vines*, exuding a fragrant aroma.
At the foot of the mountain, atop a stone platform, a qilin beast lay curled, emanating auspicious energy. Around it, divine birds and mythical beasts such as golden crows, immortal cranes, and longevity apes roamed freely.
This was a land of purity, serene and peaceful, devoid of venomous insects or ferocious beasts. Within the crevices of the cliffs, spirit mushrooms and ancient herbs took root, blooming with a hazy purple glow.
Not far away, a spiritual spring bubbled, its essence swirling like pristine immortal mist. Shi Hao sat cross-legged within it, washing away bloodstains and using the spring’s energy to mend his body.
“Child, are you alright?” The fifteenth elder stood guard nearby, finally seeing him open his eyes.
“Grandfather, don’t worry. I’m fine,” Shi Hao replied, standing up. His once-tattered fists had fully healed, now crystalline and radiant as he clenched them.
“This man’s mana is as vast as the sea, already at the peak of the Venerable Realm. If he hadn’t suppressed himself, he would have long been a Divine Flame-level expert. Until your cultivation advances, you shouldn’t engage him in battle,” the fifteenth elder cautioned.
“I understand,” Shi Hao nodded. The inheritor of the Immortal Palace was indeed terrifying—his methods were extraordinary, his strength overwhelming. Even in a battle of equals, he was a deadly foe.
While the outside world buzzed with discussions about “Huang,” the grandfather and grandson secluded themselves in this tranquil place, preparing for deep cultivation.
Over these days, they had gathered many spirit herbs. If laid out, they would form a dazzling, multicolored pile, their medicinal fragrance intoxicatingly rich.
“Grandfather, this is crucial—supplementing the laws and reshaping the major realms will bring you immense benefits,” Shi Hao said.
The fifteenth elder had obtained the True Blood of the Demon Venerable, which tempered his flesh and refined his spirit. However, he had only absorbed a fraction of its divine essence, with most still sealed within his flesh and bones.
This time, Shi Hao intended for his grandfather to reforge his cultivation through the major realms, further unlocking the treasures of the human body and drawing out the essence of the Demon Venerable’s blood.
Moreover, he himself planned to reforge the *Transformation Spirit Realm*!
Though he had once claimed that the *Cave Heaven Realm* was the most important and that reforging it alone would suffice, that was due to a lack of spirit herbs. Now that resources were abundant, why not strive for perfection?
“Good!”
The fifteenth elder nodded. After ascending to the upper realm and believing his grandson dead, his heart had grown weary. But now, seeing Shi Hao alive, he felt revitalized—his spirit brimming with boundless energy and strength.
He retrieved a stone cauldron, filled it with spring water, and together with Shi Hao, selected spirit herbs to toss inside. They also added rare ingredients like silver centipedes, golden scorpions, and amethyst spiders, along with various minerals.
“The alchemy methods of our Shi Clan are truly mysterious—tempering oneself yields unimaginable benefits,” Shi Hao remarked.
He and the fifteenth elder deliberated, incorporating the Nirvana Method of Mount Buxian, the Vermilion Bird Nirvana Method of the Fire Nation, and the ancient techniques passed down by Hong Huang.
The medicinal fragrance was overwhelming. Inside the cauldron, a green-glowing spider floated, a golden ginseng oozed spiritual essence, and a meter-long silver centipede shimmered like a dragon… This was a grand elixir.
It was an extravagant concoction, containing even sacred herbs like golden ginseng—resources that even major sects would reserve only for their core disciples.
Had they been outside, the grandfather and grandson would never have been able to gather so many rare plants and divine insects. But here, they could fulfill their wish—to reshape their Dao bodies.
The fifteenth elder sat cross-legged within the cauldron, bathing in the precious liquid as he began his seclusion.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao prepared for his own reforging. He took out a purple-glowing bone cauldron, seized from the Crimson Feather Crane Clan—a divine-grade alchemy vessel.
He added various spirit herbs and ancient insects, which floated densely within the cauldron. Instead of a foul stench, they emitted bursts of spiritual essence—these were descendants of divine insects.
Half an hour later, the liquid in the cauldron boiled, transforming into a crystalline slurry. Shi Hao sat within it, tempering his body and reshaping his Dao self.
The *Transformation Spirit Realm* was divided into three stages: *Flesh Becoming Spirit*, *Remolding the True Self*, and *Nurturing Spirits in the Cave Heaven*.
This was a comprehensive refinement—from flesh to spirit, then to runes—allowing one to gradually approach the Great Dao and ascend to their personal pinnacle.
His mind serene, Shi Hao silently circulated the bone texts from the *Primordial True Explanation*, sitting within the cauldron as he tempered his body, reshaping his Dao form and divine sense.
After a night, Shi Hao sighed. In terms of physical cultivation, he had reached an extreme. Though this reforging had indeed strengthened his constitution slightly, making it more crystalline, it lacked the dramatic metamorphosis of the past—like being reborn anew.
“Perhaps I’m too greedy. How can one always undergo nirvana? If that were possible, who in the world could rival me?” Shi Hao chuckled.
If one could endlessly transform, undergoing nirvana again and again, growing stronger each time, they would surely dominate the world, unmatched across the nine heavens and ten earths.
But that was unrealistic!
Like a silkworm shedding its cocoon to become a butterfly, one chance was enough.
“Hmm?!” Suddenly, Shi Hao pondered. He recalled certain methods that might allow rebirth—like a snake shedding its skin or a silkworm transforming.
“It’s not entirely impossible, though it would be a path of nine deaths and one life,” he murmured.
For example, severing his Supreme Bone and waiting for it to regenerate would trigger a nirvana—a transformation of immeasurable value!
Now, without Supreme Blood and having lost that bone, he was technically just an ordinary mortal. Yet, he could still battle “Primordials”—precisely because he had once undergone nirvana through the regeneration of his original treasure bone.
“Willow Deity once said that losing and regrowing the Supreme Bone and True Blood is like cutting leeks or withered grass flourishing anew—it grows even ‘stronger.’ Perhaps I should consider this path!”
Shi Hao’s spirits lifted, his eyes gleaming with divine light.
However, this path was perilous. The first time he lost his bone, he withered overnight—his vitality drained, his body regressing from a prodigious child to a feeble, confused state. It took a year or two in Stone Village to recover.
And for his original True Blood to regenerate, it took nearly a decade!
The second time, cursed by the Immortal Palace’s green bronze rust and losing his True Bone, was equally harrowing. He feigned death for over a year, with the world believing he had perished.
Even now, his original Supreme Blood remained dormant, still withered.
The risks were immense. Surviving twice didn’t guarantee success a third or fourth time—this was a path of nine deaths and one life!
Yet, it was undeniably tempting—a way to continuously undergo nirvana, elevating one’s physique, spirit, and overall being to new heights!
“For now, I won’t consider it. But this is a direction—perhaps a future path to supremacy. To stand unrivaled in the mortal world, one must forge a unique road!” Shi Hao muttered, planting a seed in his heart.
Then, he resumed reforging the *Transformation Spirit Realm*.
His flesh grew more crystalline, subtly strengthening—though not as dramatically as before, it was still gratifying. His spirit, too, began to glow, a radiant light gathering between his brows, emanating formidable power.
When he reached the final stage—*Nurturing Spirits in the Cave Heaven*—Shi Hao’s unique Cave Heaven unfurled, releasing an immortal radiance.
At that moment, the long-absent Kun Peng emerged, soaring within the Cave Heaven, unleashing its world-shaking divine might. Since arriving in the upper realm, Shi Hao had never truly unleashed this treasure technique.
Next, the Suanni, Thunder Sky Sparrow, Zhu Yan, and others appeared one by one, all within the same Cave Heaven.
In truth, this could be called a *domain*—a single furnace where multiple spirit forms could be nurtured.
The final stage of the *Transformation Spirit Realm* was the most mysterious, akin to creating life, seizing the ultimate mysteries of heaven and earth. However, these life imprints would eventually be reclaimed, leaving no spirit forms behind.
That, of course, required reaching an exceedingly high realm.
The ultimate transformation was the refinement of one’s true self!
**Boom!**
Within Shi Hao’s flesh, divine radiance took form—transforming into tiny cauldrons, Dao bells, immortal swords, and more, dazzlingly radiant.
This was something he had done before—studying the *Transformation Spirit Realm* to its limits, shaping the most fundamental runes and divine radiance into tangible patterns.
Now, not only within his flesh but even within his Cave Heaven, cauldrons, seeds, and pagodas emerged—grand and solemn, exuding majestic momentum.
In truth, this already intersected with the next realm—*Inscription*—serving as a bridge between stages.
However, the next realm involved inscribing bone texts, whereas here, in the *Transformation Spirit Realm*, he was shaping various magical artifacts.
His body glowed. With his current higher realm, this path was far easier than before.
Runes flowed within Shi Hao’s body, countless tiny cauldrons appearing in his flesh like an endless stream, replacing the runes like blood.
This was a bizarre transformation!
Soon, Shi Hao’s skin gleamed, covered in tiny cauldrons that guarded every inch of his body. He himself seemed to transform into a cauldron brimming with Dao’s essence.
“Retracing this path reveals infinite wonders. Back then, I only walked halfway,” Shi Hao mused.
This had been his greatest breakthrough in the *Transformation Spirit Realm*—breaking conventions, refining divine radiance and patterns within his body, forging his own unique path. Back then, his realm had been too low, making it arduous.
Now, looking back, he realized this might very well be an ultimate path of transcending the limits of mana utilization!
**Clang!**
In the next moment, Shi Hao’s essence, energy, and spirit transformed once more. From flesh to mind, everything gleamed—the patterns within his flesh and divine sense taking shape as countless immortal swords.
Instantly, he became razor-sharp, his every movement exuding the aura of a heavenly sword.
Across his body and within, countless tiny swords flowed like blood—this was the evolution of divine radiance and patterns. He himself seemed to become an immortal sword!
Then, a deep bell toll echoed from within him. The tiny swords transformed into Dao bells—endless golden bells merging together, flowing across his body and within.
…
He continued to shift forms. In truth, this could be called an ultimate offensive and defensive art!
For instance, when his inner patterns became swords, he could slay all things, his entire being akin to a heavenly blade.
When they became tiny bells, their combined defense was astonishing—forming a human Dao Bell that could unleash bell waves to shatter enemies.
“This path is excellent!”
Shi Hao murmured. This was akin to creating a new art—condensing Dao principles, unlocking techniques of slaughter and defense.
However, this path was arduous. With infinite patterns within the body, who could control them so precisely, shaping them all into tangible artifacts? It demanded unimaginable mastery.
Shi Hao repeated the process again and again, sensing his mana grow!
Days passed. The fifteenth elder emerged from seclusion, his face glowing. The treasures of his human body had unlocked, even turning his white hair darker!
Yet, Shi Hao remained in seclusion, lost in his world of transformations.
A small, earth-yellow bird alighted on the fifteenth elder’s shoulder, chirping a report.
This was a tamed exotic bird, tasked with monitoring the secret realm’s movements to avoid missing the inheritance site’s opening. Despite the days passing and major events outside—Primordials falling, deities perishing—the inheritance site remained closed.
The fifteenth elder sat cross-legged, guarding his grandson as he awaited his emergence.
Finally, after countless repetitions, Shi Hao reached the end of this path in the *Transformation Spirit Realm*!
He could become a cauldron, an immortal sword, a heavenly pagoda, a Dao bell… his transformations were limitless.
He opened his eyes—deep and powerful. Within his pupils, Dao bells tolled, immortal swords slashed, and ancient cauldrons exuded primordial chaos, embodying the rules and mysteries of heaven and earth.
Moreover, suns and moons shimmered, and the myriad heavens manifested!
Shi Hao’s pupils turned into symbols, reflecting the Great Dao and the laws of the world.
This was the mark of heightened mana and comprehension of the cosmos’s rules and mysteries!
In an instant, Shi Hao’s gaze became piercing. He surveyed all things, as if seeing through their essence—mysteriously profound.
“Hmm… could this be the *Martial Dao Heavenly Eye*? Is it beginning to awaken, showing its first signs?” Shi Hao was astounded.
This was what he had longed for, yet it was exceedingly rare—even sect masters might never attain it. It wasn’t tied to realm but to personal fortune and enlightenment!
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