Shi Hao intended to use the heavens and earth as a furnace, the myriad dao of the cosmos as flames, to refine his true self and transcend beyond!
If word of this spread, it would surely leave people stunned and shaken, convinced he had gone mad—for how could such a feat succeed? How could one possibly transcend?
He was destined to be burned to ashes!
Yet, his first step had succeeded. The Three Thousand Azure Stone Paths marked the initial stage, containing fragments of the three thousand great dao—part of the path he sought to walk.
Generally speaking, even in the previous era when the laws of heaven and earth permitted it, one could only cultivate a single strand of immortal qi from a single path, with no possibility of further derivation.
At the path’s end, one glimpsed immortal qi!
This was common knowledge, an immutable rule acknowledged by all the mighty.
However, his path was far too terrifying. Thus, even after exhausting the three thousand dao, the first strand of immortal qi coalesced successfully—and the path still stretched onward.
Precisely because of this, the difficulty of this path was proven. A single misstep meant death and the annihilation of one’s dao. The Three Thousand Azure Stone Paths were merely the first stage of enlightenment, yet Shi Hao had already faced near-certain death nine times over.
Before him, the immortal seed continuously transformed—from less than an inch in length to over half a zhang—an astonishing sight.
Shi Hao silently contemplated, immediately sensing that endless dao principles flowed along the primordial qi into the seed’s core, nourishing it. If he focused, he could hear deafening sutra chants.
“It looks just like an egg.”
No matter how its size changed, it remained oval-shaped, resembling an immortal egg. Back then, Shi Hao had even suspected it might be an egg laid by a celestial phoenix or the like.
Qi Daolin had shaken his head—this was merely a treasure birthed by heaven and earth.
Shi Hao closed his eyes, silently sensing. Within the egg lay countless imprints, the great dao of heaven and earth, and the roaring of myriad scriptures—as if it could commune with the entire world.
In an instant, he saw all things under heaven: the stars of the cosmos, every blade of grass, every tree, divine birds, and mythical beasts.
Everything lay before his eyes!
This was the most precious aspect of this “womb.”
The primordial qi of heaven and earth, the eggshell, and all other materials combined allowed communion with all things, an affinity with the myriad dao of the cosmos, endlessly absorbing nourishment.
Since ancient times, how many had witnessed the formation of a sacred object?
This was a rare spectacle—even true immortals would struggle to see it. The long-lived beings of the previous era might have found immortal metals, but to witness such a nascent, gestating treasure was near impossible!
Shi Hao instantly immersed himself, his mind and spirit seemingly wandering among the myriad dao, resonating with them.
He did not immediately ignite the myriad dao to refine his true self. Instead, he first sought communion, carefully experiencing it—for this was far more perilous than his seclusion on the Three Thousand Azure Stone Paths.
The Frost Realm was cold enough to extinguish all dao flames.
Now, Shi Hao understood the reason—it was no exaggeration. Here, someone had nearly ascended to immortality, capable of freezing heavenly tribulations, only to perish in this place, leaving behind a bone-chilling legacy.
He believed that once he ignited the myriad dao to burn his body, this place might help mitigate part of the calamity, preventing him from turning to ashes.
After all, traces of immortal dao lingered here. That individual had nearly transcended, falling just short, and their icy aura remained—perhaps it could aid him in surviving this trial.
For days on end, Shi Hao remained motionless.
The little rabbit, carrying the dormant Emperor Butterfly and the Divine Striking Stone, roamed the mountains and plains, scouring thousands of miles for snow lotuses and remnants of immortal dao.
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**Nethermoon Small World**
Qing Yi faced off against Yue Chan—their fourth confrontation, each with victories and defeats!
During their first clash, the emergence of the Blue Moon Flame had instantly forced Yue Chan to retreat. She used a World-Breaking Talisman to escape without hesitation, avoiding battle entirely.
By their second duel, Yue Chan’s soul fluctuations had become identical to Qing Yi’s, down to the subtlest detail. Facing the Blue Moon Flame, she now held some confidence.
Indeed, in the second battle, she suffered minor injuries, but the flame was no longer fatal to her.
During the third encounter, Qing Yi refrained from casually wielding the Blue Moon Flame, aware of her opponent’s intent to gradually adapt to it. As a result, she sustained light wounds.
Now, in their fourth meeting, they clashed once more.
Both had revealed their true appearances—dressed in white, ethereal and transcendent. Even in battle, they seemed untouched by mortal concerns.
Their figures were slender and graceful, as if celestial immortals had descended to the mortal world, flawless in their beauty.
Snow-white robes fluttered, dark hair danced, brows arched like crescent moons, eyes brimming with poetic brilliance, delicate noses, and crimson lips—utter perfection.
Most strikingly, they were identical. Their battle carried an indescribable elegance, like immortals performing a dance, peerless in their grace.
**”Boom!”**
Yet, their combat prowess was world-shaking, unrivaled among their peers. With a mere gesture, a mountain peak was sheared flat, and a mountain range was severed by a single finger.
“Qing Yi, you are me, and I am you. Why persist in stubbornness? Merge with me, and we can immediately take that step—cultivating a strand of immortal qi!” Yue Chan declared.
“You are the main body. You seek dominance, to erase much of what lies in my heart. How could I agree?” Qing Yi retorted.
“And you—do you not seek to overturn the guest and become the host?” Yue Chan smiled faintly, her tranquility laced with a mesmerizing allure, stunning the world.
“I am not as ruthless as you,” Qing Yi replied.
“I have walked far on that path, nearly taking that step. All we need is to merge, and success will be immediate,” Yue Chan pressed.
Qing Yi only snorted, unleashing a great divine ability.
“I know you, too, are extraordinary on this path. You even obtained the immortal seed left behind by the Blue Moon Immortal and ignited your divine flame—yet it did not depart. Such profound fortune! If we merge, my dao and your path will align, and immortal qi will surely rise at once,” Yue Chan said.
“Fine. Let us merge—release your mind and body,” Qing Yi challenged.
“Qing Yi, you are merely the secondary body, yet your demands are high. But rest assured, once we merge, neither of us will be erased. The resulting true self will be the real us,” Yue Chan said.
“Then let us merge!” Qing Yi lunged forward, the Blue Moon Flame blazing brilliantly once more.
Yue Chan smiled serenely, transcendent in her beauty. As her white robes fluttered, a radiant light burst from her brow—her soul fluctuations identical to Qing Yi’s—attempting to seize control of the Blue Moon Flame.
**”Boom!”**
They exchanged a palm strike. Though they spoke of merging, neither held back—how could they trust the other?
In this battle, both were wounded and eventually withdrew.
Over the next half-month, they fought repeatedly. In one clash, they even merged momentarily, the Blue Moon Flame erupting with a faint strand of immortal qi.
“Qing Yi, what we have obtained is indeed extraordinary. We share a destiny with the Blue Moon Immortal.”
**”Boom!”**
Yet, with a violent tremor, they separated again, both coughing blood.
“Did you try to erase my imprint?” Qing Yi’s cold gaze pierced like lightning.
“You misunderstand. I merely sought to cleanse some unnecessary, fragmented memories between us,” Yue Chan replied, eyeing her. “And you—did you not also attempt to erase part of my imprint?”
This time, both retreated, heavily injured.
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**Frost Realm**
“Is that guy just going to sit there like an idiot?” the little rabbit muttered, staring at the snow-capped peak where Shi Hao sat motionless.
Lately, she and the Divine Striking Stone had scoured the land for immortal treasures, but to no avail.
**”Boom!”**
Suddenly, flames erupted on the snowy mountain—some from the void, others from the heavens—drowning the peak in a spectacular blaze.
The enchanted ice and snow melted instantly, the mountain threatening to turn into a pool of magma.
“Heavens! So many dao principles—have the cosmic laws manifested all at once?” the little rabbit gasped, her red eyes wide.
“This is too brutal. Don’t get yourself killed,” the Divine Striking Stone muttered nervously.
“Wait—the ice is reforming! This land is glowing with immortal dao aura!” The little rabbit blinked as the terrain froze over once more.
She quickly realized, “We’re rich! That near-immortal really left something behind!”
On the snowy peak, the flames burned fiercer, threatening to annihilate heaven and earth. Even from afar, the heat was unbearable, threatening to melt bones and divine power alike.
The little rabbit and the Divine Striking Stone were awestruck. What kind of might was this?
Yet, the mountain was strange—constantly emitting runes, icy surges causing the snow to melt and reform.
For a time, the two forgot their treasure hunt, simply staring at Shi Hao as he endured the endless dao flames.
“Monster! This is insane!”
The flames burned for three days, during which countless dao voices resonated—like celestial chants or the recitations of heavenly demons—shaking the soul.
“Ah! Sister Qing Yi, you’re here?” The little rabbit spotted the peerlessly beautiful Qing Yi descending in her white robes.
“Has he succeeded? Such phenomena—truly astonishing,” the moonlit fairy murmured, her eyes gleaming with wonder.
“He’s still at it. By the way, did you go after your main body? Did you suppress her?” the little rabbit asked eagerly.
“I was wounded. She’s formidable,” Qing Yi admitted, her face pale.
“Oh no! Are you alright?” The little rabbit hurriedly offered a sacred herb.
“It’s nothing. I just need rest.” Qing Yi then inquired about Shi Hao’s situation. Upon hearing the details, she gasped, “A near-immortal… There are divine treasures here?”
“Yes!” The little rabbit explained excitedly.
“Hmm. You two go search for them. I’ll guard this place and recover. Perhaps I can glean insights from Shi Hao’s cultivation,” Qing Yi suggested.
“Great!” The little rabbit dashed off, the Divine Striking Stone plunging into the snow without hesitation.
Half an hour later, the flames on the peak convulsed violently, roaring like thunder.
**”Thud!”**
The seated figure collapsed. The flames receded, revealing Shi Hao—charred and grievously wounded!
Using the myriad dao as flames was no jest. Despite his thorough preparations, his current peak strength, and having already cultivated one strand of immortal qi, he had nearly perished.
This path was too treacherous!
Shi Hao lay weak and in agony, barely managing to sit up. This ordeal had been too brutal—he had nearly died, only barely enduring at the critical moment.
“So difficult…” He sighed. Cultivating a second strand of immortal qi was harder than ascending to heaven. Frowning, he pondered deeply.
**”Swish!”**
A streak of white light appeared—a peerless beauty descended upon the peak, her white robes fluttering like an exiled immortal, breathtakingly beautiful and transcendent.
“Qing Yi? Why are you here? Did you succeed?” Shi Hao asked.
“Not yet. I was injured and need to recover,” she replied, then asked with concern, “How are you now?”
“A bit troublesome. I need a few days to recuperate,” Shi Hao sighed.
Given his current strength and indomitable physique, even severe injuries would heal within a day or two. Yet now, he needed days—proof of how grave his wounds were. These were near-fatal dao injuries.
“Even after cultivating one strand of immortal qi, you’re this badly hurt?” Qing Yi gasped, her concern deepening as she examined him.
She stepped forward, grasping his arm to inspect his condition. “You truly need time to recover.”
**”Hm?!”** Shi Hao stiffened—he couldn’t move.
Qing Yi had sealed his wounded body!
**”Thud!”**
With swift hand seals, she bound him completely—body and soul.
“You—” Shi Hao stared at her.
Qing Yi smiled serenely, her beauty unmatched. Lifting him effortlessly, she soared through the void like a celestial maiden, vanishing from the snowy peak with Shi Hao in tow.
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