“Wuwu”
The origin point of the Wuzhou Sacred River.
In this peculiar space, the passage of time was barely perceptible. Streams of martial dao origin power flowed slowly through the void like countless colorful ribbons, occasionally emitting faint whimpering sounds like the wind.
The Demon Suppressing Grand Elder was concentrating on improving his cultivation, comprehending the martial dao origin, and increasing his own sacred power.
Xue Yi was doing the same. His vast sacred念 (nian - thought/consciousness) emanated outwards, the divine phoenix fire flickering around him, exuding an aura of great enlightenment and wisdom as he carefully sensed the mysteries of the Sacred River’s origin point.
Only Ling Fan.
He stood still, frozen.
As if petrified into a statue, countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. The martial dao memories of his past life as a Great Heavenly Venerate were like a treasure trove, all opened. Innumerable experiences, insights, memories, and information surged into his consciousness like a storm.
It felt like decades had passed.
Or perhaps, it had only been an instant.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, focusing on the Samsara Divine Cauldron.
“No matter what kind of Sacred Dao I create, it will ultimately be unable to break free from the Nine Hua Realm. I can only use the rules and martial dao of this world as my foundation. Once I leave this realm, my power will immediately plummet. Even if I cultivate to the Great Emperor realm here, I would likely be among the weakest Great Emperors in all the myriad worlds, because the Nine Hua Realm is too weak to support an unparalleled Great Emperor. Of course, if I were to refine the entire Nine Hua Realm into a weapon of mine, and imprint my imperial dao within it, I could maintain my combat power. However, this would bring devastation to the billions of living beings in the Nine Hua Realm, causing their complete annihilation. This is not what I desire. Therefore, I must find another way! Since this world is insufficient, why not… create a new world!”
An incredibly bright light suddenly erupted from Ling Fan’s eyes, like two divine lamps, so brilliant that they illuminated the entire Sacred River origin point.
The Nine Hua Realm was too weak.
Moreover, he did not wish to forcibly plunder the Nine Hua Realm’s power, as that would bring about the doom of its countless living beings.
Only by creating a new world could this problem be avoided.
But a new problem arose with it.
Creating a world was exceedingly difficult.
This was not merely a difficult task; it was a task of epic proportions. Climbing to the heavens was easy, one could even trample the heavens and earth underfoot, and it amounted to nothing.
But to create a world, to undertake such a monumental act of creation, far transcended the scope of martial dao. Even in his previous life, as the strongest Great Heavenly Venerate in all the myriad worlds, standing at the pinnacle of martial dao, Ling Fan had never been able to touch this domain.
Perhaps only the legendary supreme deities possessed such ability.
However…
What Ling Fan could not do in his previous life, did not mean he lacked the ability now.
Ling Fan extended his palm, and the Samsara Divine Cauldron floated out.
Although his cultivation was shallow now, less than one in a hundred million of his past life, he now possessed a crucial condition.
The Samsara Divine Cauldron, this divine artifact!
If he used the Samsara Divine Cauldron as his foundation, and created a world within this Samsara Divine Cauldron, and then continuously strengthened it, he would eventually far surpass his past life and ascend to an unprecedented peak.
Consider this.
Regardless of whether it was martial artists of the present or the past, no matter what Sacred Dao they created, they could never break free from the framework of the grand dao of heaven and earth. Otherwise, it would be like cooking without rice, water without a source, or a fleeting dream, utterly impossible to create.
Furthermore, there were countless types of martial dao between heaven and earth.
There were innumerable martial dao origins.
Each origin had the potential to develop into a Sacred Dao.
No matter how astonishingly talented or how exceptionally gifted a martial artist was, even if he mastered ten Sacred Daos, it would be remarkable. To be more exaggerated, even if he mastered a hundred Sacred Daos, compared to the grand dao of heaven and earth, it would be but one in a hundred million of its power.
Human effort has limits.
But heaven and earth are boundless.
What Ling Fan was about to do was to create a world, to truly nurture all daos. This was an unprecedented undertaking of immense scale and ambition.
Perhaps someone had entertained such an idea before.
But no one had ever succeeded.
Because they simply lacked the necessary conditions.
No matter how powerful the physique, no matter how formidable the weapon, even a Heavenly Venerate’s Dao artifact, could not bear the power of a world.
Imagine, infusing the power of all the myriad worlds into a weapon, or into a person’s body. What kind of scene would that be?
No need to even think about it. It was likely that in one ten-millionth of a blink, that person, that weapon, would explode into dust, vanishing without a trace, turning into the finest particles of dust.
“I have already condensed the Myriad Law Golden Core, which is equivalent to the nascent form of the core rules and martial dao of a world. I will now temporarily entrust the Myriad Law Golden Core within the Samsara Divine Cauldron, allowing the Samsara Divine Cauldron to serve as this world, supporting my myriad daos. Once this world of mine is fully formed, my power will immediately recover to my past life’s peak, and even far exceed it.”
Ling Fan let out a long sigh.
Before him, everything suddenly became clear, a path opened wide.
He opened his mouth and spat out a golden core, incredibly brilliant and perfectly round, which slowly floated out, spinning, emitting the dense power of myriad daos and myriad laws. With a flick of his finger, it flew into the Samsara Divine Cauldron.
“Now, I will use the power of the martial dao origin of the Wuzhou Sacred River to condense countless grand formations, constructing the outline of a world.”
Ling Fan reached out and grabbed, and immediately, streams of immense martial dao origin were pulled from the Wuzhou Sacred River. As his fingers danced, profound grand formations of infinite utility rapidly took shape under his hands, and were then infused into the Samsara Divine Cauldron.
One.
Two.
Three…
Ling Fan seemed tireless, day and night condensing grand formations. These formations were driven into the depths of the Samsara Divine Cauldron, enveloping his Myriad Law Golden Core, and then unfolding like pieces of eggshell.
These were the spatial crystal walls of his world.
And his Myriad Law Golden Core was the chick being nurtured within the eggshell.
As more and more grand formations were infused into the Samsara Divine Cauldron, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred, five hundred… a thousand. The eggshells multiplied, eventually forming the shape of an egg, completely enclosing the Myriad Law Golden Core.
Ling Fan did not stop. He continued to refine grand formations. Once infused into the Samsara Divine Cauldron, they immediately merged into the eggshell, becoming the formation eyes supporting the space.
The number of these grand formations was even greater than the formations of the crystal wall space, because this was crucial for the stability of the world. If the number of spatial formations was insufficient, the world would be very fragile. If it were broken, Ling Fan would not know where to cry.
The spatial crystal wall formations and the spatial pillar formations combined totaled as many as thirty thousand.
Heaven knew how much effort, toil, and Wuzhou Sacred River’s world origin power Ling Fan had expended.