Those who knew him well would surely scoff inwardly—*You? There’s something you don’t dare eat?*
Shi Hao hesitated before the pitch-black divine blood, ultimately deciding against consuming it. Instead, he pulled out the lotus herb he had gathered. After being nourished by the magma lake, it had transformed from blue to a radiant silver-white.
*Crunch!*
He bit into it as casually as if it were cabbage, chewing heartily. The taste was exquisite, filling his mouth with shimmering light and dazzling colors. “Far superior to ordinary spirit herbs—there’s a divine energy infused within,” he judged swiftly.
Then—*BOOM!*
A divine radiance erupted from within him, enveloping his body. The potency was far stronger than he had anticipated. He immediately sat cross-legged, guiding the energy, refining it into his flesh and sealing it into his bones—just as he had done with the wine gifted by the Stone Emperor. Now was not the time to break into the Engravement Realm. If he allowed this divine force to surge unchecked, he would ascend immediately. But he was unwilling—he wanted to surpass the *absolute limit* first.
The grand hall was vast and dim. As Shi Hao stood and walked forward, only the echoes of his footsteps accompanied him. Finally, he reached the deepest chamber, where a few dust-covered meditation mats lay scattered. Beside them sat a clay basin filled with blackened ashes.
Frustration gnawed at him as he sifted through the remnants. Amid the ashes, half a charred page remained—just the cover, bearing two words: **”The Gods.”**
*Damn it!*
He nearly howled in fury. Whatever secrets this tome had held were now lost to the flames. *Why destroy it?* It was like watching treasure vanish into a volcano—maddening.
His search yielded little else. At the hall’s far end stood several headless divine statues, their bodies severed at the torso. “Whoever raided this place had no respect,” he muttered, grinding his teeth.
“Wasn’t this place supposed to hold ancient legacies? Even divine techniques?” He exhaled sharply. *No luck.*
Resigned, he decided to focus on cultivation. Rumors claimed that a single day of meditation here equaled months of seclusion outside. He needed to test that for himself.
Settling at the hall’s center, he stilled his mind and began his ascent.
### **Breaking the Limit**
The Spirit Transformation Realm’s perfection required three stages:
1. **Flesh as Spirit**
2. **Rebirth of the True Self**
3. **Nurturing Life Within the Divine Caves**
Shi Hao had already achieved the legendary pinnacle of each. Now, he sought to *transcend* them—to step where none had before.
To outsiders, such ambition would seem madness. *Who dares to defy the limits of the ancients?*
Yet Shi Hao was resolute. He believed others had walked this path before him, though their records were lost to time.
### **The Path of Solitude**
This was a journey of isolation, of wrestling with despair to grasp hope. Only by harmonizing body and soul, reaching a state of absolute clarity, could inspiration strike.
Within the dim hall, Shi Hao’s body emitted a serene glow—not blazing, but steady, like a sacred flame pulsing with vitality.
His flesh was already peerless, having surpassed the limits from Blood Moving to Divine Cave and now Spirit Transformation. His organs and bones were tempered to perfection.
*What more could be refined?*
He pondered, cycling the profound truths of runes through his mind, his spirit swelling to its zenith.
“If neither flesh nor soul can advance further… then the answer lies in the *Dao itself*.”
### **Reinventing the Runes**
The essence of cultivation lay in bone inscriptions—patterns woven from divine light. Shi Hao contemplated the next realm, the **Engravement Realm**, where runes would be etched into his very being.
As he sank deeper into meditation, the hall itself seemed to awaken. Ethereal chants filled the air, accelerating his enlightenment. This was no ordinary chamber—it was an ancient **Dao-Refining Sanctum**, where a single day equaled months of effort.
But such power came at a cost. Once activated, the sanctum would crumble within days.
### **The Birth of a New Law**
Shi Hao experimented, reshaping the divine light within him. Instead of raw energy, he forged it into **miniature pagodas**, each gleaming like crystal. Then, he assembled these pagodas into runes.
The process was grueling. Repeated failures left him coughing blood, his body nearly torn apart.
Yet on the third day—success.
The pagoda-formed runes thrummed with an eerie power, suffused with an enigmatic Dao rhythm.
“Interesting…” He grinned.
Next, he dissolved the pagodas, reforging the light into **tiny swords**. The resulting runes sharpened his attacks, lending them unstoppable force.
Then came **bells**—his body resonated with their chime, bolstering his defenses.
Spears, arrows, furnaces… Each form granted unique enhancements. When his energy took the shape of blazing furnaces, his divine power surged dramatically.
By the seventh day, he could shift between forms effortlessly—swords, bells, pagodas, cauldrons—sometimes simultaneously.
### **The Final Breakthrough**
His experimentation extended to his **spirit**. Flames of consciousness flickered, morphing into countless furnaces, then into a storm of swords.
Even his flesh benefited. As runes of swords and pagodas flowed through his meridians, they tempered his body further, forging it into something unprecedented.
**A qualitative leap.**
Half a month passed. Cracks spiderwebbed across the hall, yet it endured beyond expectations.
Shi Hao’s body now echoed like a mighty bell, then blazed like a divine furnace. His spirit burned in tandem, painting an awe-inspiring spectacle.
He had done it.
He had **shattered the limits of Spirit Transformation**, ascending beyond legend in body, soul, and Dao.
And now—the true trial awaited.
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