Inside the ancestral hall of the Wang Clan’s mansion, grave hills rose high, coffins stood in dense rows, and spirit tablets were seen everywhere on the steep cliffs. The entire cave-heaven remained perpetually shrouded in darkness and cold dread.
At this moment, the Taigu Zhen Hun Coffin lay quietly at the mountain peak, while nine primordial earth chains glowed with a purple-black hue. Wang Siyuan sat before the spirit tablets, the Luo Shu, resembling a turtle shell, floating above his head, surrounded by swirling black and white light particles that continuously transformed into infinite divinatory symbols. Behind him was a shadow with the same facial features, faintly visible, hidden within the faintest thread of vitality within the ceaseless operation of the Dao, so subtle that it was easily overlooked. Even if someone stood face to face with it and was attacked, they would still remain oblivious.
Centered around the Luo Shu, the coffins across the entire grave hill began to emit light, either dim or emerald green. The powerful aura of ancient remains surged into the sky, transforming into illusory stars, each generating black and white light particles. These particles formed an immense formation of countless divinatory arrays, where yin and yang, zero and one, revealed the most fundamental principles of heaven and earth through the workings of forbidden arts.
Suddenly, the shadow behind Wang Siyuan drifted forward, merging with him. The corresponding parts of his dharma body, yuan-shen, and physical body opened their acupoints, rotated their inner landscapes, and split open their third eyes. Some manifested golden divinatory symbols, while others spewed countless black-and-white counting rods, forming a series of classic yet complex mathematical problems. These problems seemed to encompass all calculations and derivations, capable of describing, explaining, and constructing the majority of martial arts and supernatural abilities through varying quantities and contents.
The essence of the “Mathematical Classic” was to interpret all things through “shushu” (numerology), establishing a purely numerical universe gradually approaching the ultimate Dao, ultimately forming the most perfect and ultimate numerical system. The phrase “calculating all beings and all worldly matters” was merely one aspect of it, while another was deducing an opponent’s martial arts and constructing corresponding numerical systems to fully understand and exploit weaknesses. The true essence of the “Kan Xu Sword Method” originated precisely from this.
Black and white intertwined, golden symbols danced, and countless mathematical problems were resolved, flowing back as if returning to simplicity, as if simulating a virtual heaven and earth.
Just then, a terrifying thunderclap rang out first, followed by a lightning bolt radiating five colors—crimson, cyan, yellow, white, and black—plummeting down, piercing through spatial barriers and layers of forbidden arts, striking the Wang Clan’s grave hill cave-heaven.
Brilliant with five colors, its power manifesting externally, the five elemental forces of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth surged and became entangled. The material foundation of this place collapsed and disintegrated along the lightning’s path.
The celestial thunder descended without a trace of mundane aura, directly targeting Wang Siyuan at the critical moment of his ascension.
Wang Siyuan continued to manipulate his numerological techniques, his third eye radiating golden brilliance, each of his eyes glowing black and white respectively. He pointed a finger, and the Luo Shu immediately radiated brilliant light, carrying the black-and-white stars transformed from the ancient remains’ power, and along with the grand formation laid across the entire grave hill and cave-heaven, he met the lightning head-on.
The black-and-white divinatory arrays continuously transformed, seemingly causing the celestial thunder to momentarily lose Wang Siyuan’s spiritual trace, being redirected by the formation depicted by the Luo Shu. It grazed the grave hill and struck the edge of the cave-heaven.
Multicolored light burst forth, and a thunderous explosion swept across. Part of the cave-heaven was directly destroyed, yet the grave hill remained intact. The power spread, the rules extended, and the damaged areas quickly restored themselves.
With such profound foundation and techniques, any Wang Clan member who could solidify their dharma body would have no fear of heavenly punishment.
At this moment, the numerological symbols composed of black-and-white light particles and golden divinatory arrays around Wang Siyuan gradually coalesced into a unified whole, beginning to contract, slowly merging his dharma form, yuan-shen, and physical body. Success seemed imminent, about to attain the “Dunyi Dharma Body.”
Suddenly, high above, brilliant light erupted, dispelling the dark clouds, and the sinister, deathly aura vanished completely. Four lightning bolts—crimson, cyan, black, and white—twisted together, silently descending in the form of a thunder sphere the size of the entire grave hill.
The Four Elements—earth, fire, wind, and water—raged wildly, seeking to revert the cave-heaven back to its primordial chaos. The grand formation composed of black-and-white divinatory arrays centered around the Luo Shu began to show signs of collapse.
With the Four Symbols unstable, no living beings could survive!
Wang Siyuan’s body now seemed bound by layers of black-and-white chains interwoven with golden threads, continuously contracting inward. At this most critical moment, he could not evade this Four Symbols Heavenly Punishment.
Just then, the black and white in his eyes abruptly inverted. The illusory stars transformed from the ancient remains’ power within the coffins contracted, encircling the Luo Shu, forming a dense and dazzling illusory Milky Way.
The Milky Way was illusory, and Wang Siyuan and the entire grave hill became even more illusory.
The four-colored thunder descended, and for a moment, the heavens and earth seemed to freeze, everything reduced to black and white.
It pierced through the Milky Way, through Wang Siyuan and the grave hill, then through the earth, through the cave-heaven, and finally into the void.
Boom!
The entire cave-heaven trembled two or three times, as if being blown by the storm of the thunder’s explosion.
The dark clouds returned, the sinister atmosphere resumed, and the terrifying heavenly punishment finally reached its end. The black-and-white chains and golden seals on Wang Siyuan’s body completely merged into him, fully connecting his dharma form, yuan-shen, and physical body, transforming them into a completely new body, one that could be described through numerology.
This was the “Dunyi Dharma Body,” known in ancient times as the “Yi Dao True Body!”
The aura of old ailments dissipated. Wang Siyuan still appeared frail, yet no longer bore the sense of impending death. As long as he did not recklessly endanger himself, aside from divine retribution, no one would obstruct his ascension—just like the previous dharma bodies from the Wang Clan’s direct lineage.
He remained seated cross-legged, his face pale as ever, his eyes burning with madness. Suddenly, he reached for the “Ghost God True Spirit Diagram” beside him, bound tightly with fine golden ropes.
Zha!
Simultaneously, a heavy grinding sound arose as the Taigu Zhen Hun Coffin slowly cracked open, releasing thick, chaotic black mist. However, it was blocked by the nine primordial earth chains.
Clanging and clattering, the purple-black chains shook violently, seemingly about to snap soon, shaking the entire cave-heaven intensely, far more violently than the previous Four Symbols Thunder.
Wang Siyuan’s eyes burned even brighter. With a flick of his left hand, he sent the “Ghost God True Spirit Diagram” into the crack of the Taigu Zhen Hun Coffin, to accompany the “Heavenly Monster” transformed from the Wang Clan’s primordial ancestor.
That was an unimaginably terrifying monster. Even legendary supreme treasures might still be tainted, corrupted, or destroyed upon encountering it!
Wang Siyuan had finally taken this step, choosing the narrow bridge over the wide road, for madness was the price of survival!
“You dare!”
At that moment, a solemn and majestic voice rang out from the void, as if coming from a dream. Immediately afterward, a fist the size of a mountain descended from the high sky, clearly defined with bone and flesh, concealing yang within yin, embodying life within death, smooth and warm like jade.
Wu!
As this fist descended, every coffin across the entire grave hill, except those of the “Heavenly Monster,” let out ghostly wails, one after another, sharp and piercing. The illusory stars transformed from the ancient remains’ power were extinguished one by one, and the grand array depicted by the Luo Shu rapidly disintegrated.
All things must come to an end! The Yama Kings of the Underworld, seeing Wang Siyuan’s attempt to destroy the “Ghost God True Spirit Diagram,” could no longer restrain themselves and finally intervened.
Although their legendary power originated from their Underworld divinity and the divine rank bestowed by the True Spirit Diagram, their strength would significantly diminish outside the Underworld, beyond their divine jurisdiction. Nevertheless, they still approached the realm of legends. With a single punch, nothing within the grave hill could resist!
Wang Siyuan stood up, his white robe fluttering in the wind, revealing his frailty. With a point of his right finger, the Luo Shu flew forth, the turtle shell growing larger and larger, the black-and-white dots expanding into reflections of colossal stars.
Boom!
A coffin opened, the ancient remains unmoving, yet a pure cyan, crystalline immortal sword flew out, merging with a white dot.
Boom!
One coffin after another opened, brilliant blue divine swords, crimson long blades, pure white star shuttles, and emerald banners flew forth, their auras mighty and terrifying. Each was radiant or profound, clear or deep, merging into one of the black-and-white dots.
In the present world, never before had so many divine weapons appeared simultaneously. It could only be described as magnificent!
With each divine weapon suppressing the formation, the Luo Shu’s grand array radiated brilliant and hazy light, concealing countless divinatory symbols. Rather than retreating, it surged forward, enveloping the fist descending from the Underworld Yama King.
Crash!
The jade-like fist seemed to sink into a swamp, slowly penetrating the hazy array, temporarily unable to reach the mountain peak.
The “Ghost God True Spirit Diagram” seemed to sense its fate, its yin energy growing violent, black mist spreading wildly, attempting to break free from the golden ropes binding it, unwilling to be cast into the Taigu Zhen Hun Coffin. Wang Siyuan, resisting the Yama King, simultaneously activated the forbidden arts and golden ropes, continuing to bind the “Ghost God True Spirit Diagram,” slowly pushing it toward the bronze coffin.
As it slowly but steadily moved toward the Taigu Zhen Hun Coffin, a trace of sacred and solemn aura gradually formed within the “Ghost God True Spirit Diagram.”
It was about to awaken recklessly from its slumber!
When Meng Qi entered this world, he witnessed precisely this scene.
As soon as Wang Siyuan saw Meng Qi in his green robe, his lips curled into a faint smile. With his left hand forming a sword-finger, he suddenly stabbed toward his own third eye!
Having just attained the dharma body, he was about to destroy his own yuan-shen!
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