Chapter 901: Creating Life Within One's Body

No one throughout the history of both the Nether Race and the human race had ever successfully reached the Exalted God Realm.

Over time, the Nether Gods of the Nether Race instead chose to forge Divine Personas and strive for ultimate power through Sovereignhood.

Still, refining one's divine soul into an Immortal Divine Soul was a unique cultivation path that the will of the bizarre mist had deliberately opened up, seemingly with the Nether Race and the human race in mind.

Pang Jian even suspected that the supreme will of the bizarre mist had drawn on the strengths and weaknesses of the foreign races in the starry skies to create these two races.

The Nether Race and the human race could use this unique cultivation system to stand against the Outer Gods. This was perhaps even why Sovereigns born in the bizarre mist, like Ling Yun and Demonheaven, had ultimately failed when they tried to launch assaults on the starry skies—they were of the foreign races.

While these denizens of the bizarre mist bore its mark, they were not its original creations. Moreover, their chosen path involved forging Divine Personas to become Sovereigns. This cultivation path originated from the starry skies. The bizarre mist could not possibly hope to defeat its enemy using lifeforms and a cultivation path of another's design.

Ling Yun, Demonheaven, and many other such Sovereigns had obeyed its will, battling the Outer Gods in the starry skies, only to suffer defeat after defeat. Over time, the bizarre mist had come to see that this path was not sustainable.

So this is why it abandoned Ling Yun even after he came back to life and instead pinned its hopes on me.

Does the supreme will of the bizarre mist believe that true victory can only be won through forging an Immortal Divine Soul and advancing to the Exalted God Realm?

Thoughts raced through Pang Jian's mind. The pressure on him grew with his understanding of the situation.

It's a pity that there's no successful precedent for the Exalted God Realm. It's only just a theory so far. No one has ever actually reached it, meaning there's no way to prove the viability of this path.

Pang Jian quietly stared at the vast remains of the Black Empyrean Phoenix, sensing the boundless powers within it.

Pang Lin chose to be reborn as a human, looking to combine a human body with a Nether Race soul. Could that be the true path to the Exalted God Realm?

Pang Jian fell into deep thought.

At the same time, the phantom Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis in his liver sent out strands of crystalline light infused with the Dao of Life toward the other organs in his chest.

His five viscera became filled with a force infused with the Dao of Life, brimming with the power of creation and pumping out vigorous vitality.

Swirling vortexes that brought forth miraculous transformations emerged in each organ. Clusters of crystalline, blood-red lights faintly glittered within these vortexes like stars.

Surprise flickered in Pang Jian's eyes.

His Immortal Divine Soul in the Abyss had an unhindered connection with his physical body in the Ruin Realm. The Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis in the Ruin Realm was transmitting its vast life energy through his physical body and into the phantom Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis in his Immortal Divine Soul.

This life energy made its way into his five viscera, then into the crystalline bones etched with the Heavenly Daos, and finally into the suns, moons, and star-like acupoints in his chest!

The dantian of his physical body was like a small world, while his Immortal Divine Soul resembled a brilliant starry expanse.

Pang Jian felt as if the wondrous region of his chest had become real.

Strands of divine sense sank like drifting clouds into his chest, merging with the myriad energies inside and gathering with the life energy.

Life energy, soul essence, and all kinds of energies were converging within Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.

Imprints of the Dao of Life emerged, containing the bloodline essences of the Celestial Race, Flame Race, Star Race, Demon Races, and Fey Race—all coming from the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis.

Each imprint consisted of a cluster of interwoven crystal bloodline chains, with each chain representing a different bloodline mystery.

Pang Jian channeled myriad energies, along with his divine sense and soul essence, into those imprints, awakening their latent life and soul potentials.

The imprints flared to life, and Pang Jian felt as though he were a creator, giving rise to entire races within his own body.

The Exalted God Realm means being the master of oneself and all those under the heavens.

Soul essence, blood essence, and various energies combine to form miracles.

These three fundamental forces are the basis of all flesh-and-blood life, be it the foreign races in the starry skies, the Nether Race, or the human race; none can do without them.

They are the nourishment of life and the cause of death.

One's strength relies on these three forces, and breakthroughs cannot be separated from them. This isn't like forging a Divine Persona, which exists beyond the physical body. This path is about forging oneself.

Many new insights took root in Pang Jian's mind. His understanding of the Exalted God Realm, of living beings, and of heaven and earth itself all deepened, allowing him to make substantial breakthroughs.

Crimson crystalline chains, brimming with surging life energy, wove together in the heart of his Immortal Divine Soul. Within them appeared traces of the Flame Race's bloodline, which Pang Jian infused with his divine sense and soul essence.

Fierce flames there condensed into clusters, gradually nurturing a small human figure the size of a fist.

It was a miniature version of Pang Jian, identical in appearance but much smaller and radiating the aura of the Flame Race.

Pang Jian felt as though he had gained a Flame Race body of his own. It would grow and evolve for as long as he continued to infuse it with his blood essence, soul essence, and flames. Its bloodline would steadily advance, able to reach the level of a Rank Ten Flame Race powerhouse, a mid-ranking God, and even a high-ranking God.

The various Daos of Fire he had comprehended over the years, including the one from God King Yan Hao, worked together to refine the little figure's bloodline, enabling it to at least reach high-ranking godhood. With enough accumulation, it was possible that it could even become a Sovereign.

However, Pang Jian sensed that this process could not be rushed. It would be an extremely long journey.

All beings in the starry skies are destined to have slow advancement. This applies to any transformation or advancement of their bloodline, from the beginning to godhood. All those races created by the supreme will of the starry skies are like this. None can escape this rule.

The Nether Race and the human race, on the other hand, don't rely on bloodline breakthroughs, so this rule doesn't apply to us.

It seemed the will of the bizarre mist had created the Nether Race and the human race precisely to break this entrenched rule, so they could quickly produce mighty forces.

Rapid growth comes with its own limitations and drawbacks. That's likely one of the reasons the Exalted God Realm is so difficult to reach.

Spiritual qi doesn't carry many chaotic foreign forces. It can cleanse flesh and bone without spending much effort refining bloodlines.

Of all the abysses, only the barriers of the Nether Abyss and the Abyss convert the energies from the starry skies into spiritual qi. This shows the hopes and expectations that the will of the bizarre mist places on the Nether Race and the human race.

Insight after insight flashed through Pang Jian's mind as he stood in the boundless darkness of the Seventh World. As he gazed at the unmoving remains of the Black Empyrean Phoenix, he also nurtured strange transformations within himself.

In each of his five viscera existed unique forms of himself as different races.

His heart forged a Flame Race version, while his liver refined a Wood Race Pang Jian. His spleen birthed a Pang Jian attuned to the earth energy, belonging to the extinct Earth Race of the previous era. His lungs, aligned with the Dao of Metal, produced a Pang Jian of the similarly extinct Metal Race. Finally, his kidneys gave rise to a Sea Race Pang Jian.

These five versions of Pang Jian each embodied one of the five elements. They were each a fusion of life energy, soul essence, divine sense, and a distinct elemental energy. Each form had flesh and blood, as well as sentient souls, that were all tightly connected to Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.

They were akin to Pang Jian's avatars, parts of him and not true independent beings, incarnations with the potential to advance and grow stronger.

With a thought, Pang Jian directed his divine power into the starry sky of his chest, forging a Star Race Pang Jian on one star, a Bright Moon Race Pang Jian on the moon, and a Radiant Race Pang Jian on the sun.

Each of these was Pang Jian as well, avatars he had crafted, capable of surviving on their own but not truly independent.

If he were to release these Pang Jians into the starry skies or abysses, they would likely one day reach godhood. Even so, each would forever carry only a single bloodline.

No, this isn't what the will of the bizarre mist wants. An avatar like this can't make it to the end,

Pang Jian mused in the darkness.