Chapter 1306: The Primordium In A Thought, Curtain Call (2)

To think I would be able to create a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique in one attempt.

True Saint Yin Yu reflected, his demeanor much calmer than Luan Hai's.

Getting from the second to the third realm was indeed tough. But at least I should have caught up to True Saint Luan Hai by now.

He reasoned.

As for Wu Yuan? He made it to the third realm in mere months back then, but there's been no news in the one million years since. It seems he too has gotten stuck.

True Saint Yin Yu gazed into the distance, a flicker of hope still burning within him.

There's still time left. There's still hope.

...

Almost there. Give me just another ten million years, and I’ll definitely create a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique.

True Saint Dong Yi was filled with confidence.

Indeed, he had taken the fourth step long ago. Without that achievement, he would never have presumed to offer Wu Yuan assistance back then.

However, his breakthrough was relatively recent. Even with access to countless True Saint ultimate techniques in the first realm, crafting a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique remained a monumental challenge.

Nevertheless, after a million years of effort, he finally saw a glimmer of possibility.

...

The further one made it through the three realms, the greater the benefits one received. True Saints who made it to the second realm could learn at least five hundred Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques—a truly rare opportunity

Upon their return, these True Saints would all have a good chance of making it to the Peak Dao Zenithel level in the future.

...

Time flew like an arrow.

One million years passed, then three million, then six million...

The various factions’ obsession with the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure gradually faded. Not from disinterest, but because each major faction across the boundless cosmic sea had its own troubles and conflicts.

Thirty million years slipped away in this manner.

Meanwhile, deep within the essence space of the Saint Realm in the Long Shan Universe...

At last, I've grasped the core aspects of all Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques.

Sitting in lotus position, Wu Yuan's body refiner self had subtly yet profoundly transformed. He now radiated a vastness like a supreme god manifesting in the mortal realm, his majesty too overwhelming for mortal eyes to behold directly.

The past thirty million years of cultivation, equivalent to over ten billion years of normal cultivation, had finally borne fruit. He had grasped all the Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques.

To read ten thousand books is to use stones from the hills of others to polish one's own jade. Every bit is accumulated, in preparation for the moment of breakthrough.

Wu Yuan reflected, his mind perfectly still, his gaze deeper than the abyss.

The insights I have accumulated are more than sufficient. Yet my saber technique remains incomplete; unable to evolve beyond the seventh move, Eternal Moment, to reach greater heights.

The time has come to employ the Chaos Nucleus.

Wu Yuan turned his palm upward, revealing a golden crystal.

With a thought, he activated the power within the crystal.

Hum~

The golden crystal erupted with cascading waves of light, enveloping Wu Yuan's body refiner self. Then, an invisible force entered his Eternal Psyche.

In that singular moment, Wu Yuan's mind exploded with countless thoughts and revelations. His deductive capacity increased by ten thousand times, then a hundred thousand times. Problems that had confounded him in the past suddenly became transparent, their solutions apparent.

Deduce! Self-created Dao!

Wu Yuan's body refiner self gently closed its eyes and began systematically recalling the vast collection of ultimate techniques he had comprehended.

𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Over ten thousand True Saint ultimate techniques flowed through his consciousness, each not too profound but containing unique profundities.

Nearly a thousand Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques followed, each vast and deep in its own magnificent way. Some techniques manifested with violent grandeur, others with the coldness of ice. Some embodied vicious cruelty, while others displayed conceptual elegance. The core principles and profundities of countless techniques converged in Wu Yuan's mind, their complexity truly mind-boggling.

At this moment, insights accumulated across ages converged in his consciousness.

Of course, Wu Yuan mainly focused on deducing the Five Moves of Destruction, which contained the profundities leading to the ultimate end, embodying the perfect operation of the Primordium itself. All these countless insights served a single purpose: to further advance his self-created Dao and saber technique.

No matter how brilliant the techniques created by others, they can never truly compare to one's own creation. Only that which is created by oneself can truly become part of oneself.

In this moment, endless transformations unfolded within the Eternal Psyches of Wu Yuan's body refiner self and ether body.

Great Destruction! Great Creation! Life, Death, Destruction, Karma, Destiny... Countless Daos and Laws intertwined, forming fluctuations splendid beyond description. He sought nothing less than the perfection of his own self-created Dao.

To truly fuse a thousand techniques into one crucible, to gather a myriad Daos into one’s self-created Dao; this was an incredibly arduous journey, yet one that filled Wu Yuan's spirit with longing and purpose.

The years passed.

The Chaos Nucleus’s power remained effective for ten thousand years, allowing the deductive efficiency of a single year to equate to over a hundred million years of normal cultivation. Ten thousand years with the Nucleus’s power was equivalent to cultivating for half a samsara cycle of heaven and earth.

Wu Yuan immersed himself completely in this process, constantly deducing, constantly creating.

Time lost all meaning as he dove deeper. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, another eight thousand years passed, and the effects of the Chaos Nucleus finally began to wane.

Through countless cycles of comprehension and deduction, using his self-created Dao as the foundation and drawing inspiration from the Five Moves of Destruction, Six Paths of Samsara, and innumerable other techniques, Wu Yuan finally achieved what he had sought.

Finally, it is complete.

This move represents the Dao Zenithel ultimate technique I have sought to create—the definitive expression of my self-created Dao

. Wu Yuan's ether body turned its palm, grasping a war saber.

The characteristics of the mountain path limited the use of mana, but the eternal Daos transcended the constraints of spacetime itself.

Destruction, creation! Primordium...

Countless thoughts swirled through his consciousness as Wu Yuan swung his saber.

Whoosh!

As the blade ray emerged, slicing through the void, infinite Daos and techniques intertwined in perfect harmony. In that instant, a vast expanse of spacetime seemed to be birthed into existence, within which nine enormous wheels of light manifested. Within these magnificent wheels, countless lifeforms flickered in and out of existence, resembling nine miniature samsaras at first glance, each a self-contained spacetime.

Boom!

The nine great wheels of light exploded simultaneously, releasing endless rays of splendor that contained power beyond comprehension.

The Primordium encompasses the nine megaverses.

The nine megaverses are the Primordium.

The ultimate expression of my Dao is the Primordium itself.

Wu Yuan murmured these words, his heart overflowing with mingled awe and joy.

To hear the Dao in the morning, one can die content in the evening. After over sixty million years of secluded cultivation, having comprehended nearly everything, Wu Yuan had finally created an ultimate move that truly satisfied him.

The Primordium in a thought.

A thought in the Primordium.

Wu Yuan sheathed his saber, a subtle fluctuation of Primordial essence circling around his ether body.

...

The black-robed man standing at the end of the mountain path stared in undisguised shock at the nine wheels of light. Each one was perfect and flawless, seemingly having reached the ultimate end.

He abruptly rose to his feet, his heart surging with disbelief.

This! How can this be possible?

Has he actually created a limitbreak Dao Zenithel ultimate technique?

He could scarcely believe his own eyes.

After careful examination, the black-robed man confirmed his senses had not deceived him. Though newly created, with minor imperfections remaining, Wu Yuan's technique would quickly reach absolute perfection with further refinement.

The ultimate limit of an emperor.

The black-robed man murmured in awe.

The ultimate limit of a Dao Zenithel.

A smile spread across his face.

He passed! He truly passed.

Haha, I guess I won't fight you after all. According to the rules, I can only use one-tenth of my power, but I don't fancy getting beaten today.

I've always preferred to be the one administering the beatings, not the one receiving them.

Hum~

The black-robed man took a single step and vanished from the mountain path. The barrier at the end of the third realm also dissipated, fading into nothingness.

The instant the mountain path's barrier dispersed, a gentle voice echoed simultaneously in the minds of all six True Saints: "True Saint Wu Yuan has passed through the third realm. He has earned the right to claim the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure.

"The competition for the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure has concluded.

"You will now be teleported out of Frostheaven Peak."

...

Upon hearing this announcement, True Saint Luan Hai, True Saint Yin Yu, True Saint Chen Yu, and the others who had still been immersed in cultivation all raised their heads in disbelief.

I made it through the second realm after so much effort, yet lost just like that?

True Saint Luan Hai gritted his teeth in frustration.

This isn't right. If I had just a few million years more, I could have succeeded as well.

Whoosh!

An invisible ripple passed through the air, and True Saint Luan Hai vanished from the mountain path.

Wu Yuan?

True Saint Yin Yu sighed inwardly before being teleported away as well.

My gains from this journey are already sufficient.

True Saint Dong Yi was the calmest.

Besides, it's fitting that Brother Wu Yuan obtained the treasure.

In an instant, all five True Saints were simultaneously teleported from Frostheaven Peak.

...

Hm?

Wu Yuan belatedly came to his senses, only to discover that the spacetime around him had transformed completely.

He found himself standing once more upon the vast plaza on Frostheaven Peak.

I succeeded?

Wu Yuan looked around in confusion, noting that he stood alone. The other True Saints were nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, a gentle voice echoed from the void: "Wu Yuan, congratulations on becoming the master of the Creation Origin Armor."

It was High Saint Hai Ling.

"But I haven't even confronted the guardian," Wu Yuan hesitated, unable to contain his confusion. "How could I have succeeded already?"

"The guardian? Senior Luo conceded," High Saint Hai Ling explained with a subtle smile. "He claimed that a battle where he could only utilize one-tenth of his power was unfair. If you still wish to test your skills against him, you may seek him at the mountain's peak. There, he can unleash his full strength."

"That won't be necessary," Wu Yuan hastily replied, shaking his head emphatically.

He wasn't a masochist, after all.

Wu Yuan couldn't help feeling somewhat dejected. After creating his new ultimate move, he thought he might finally exact some revenge. Heaven knew how many humiliating defeats he had endured over these sixty million years. Yet just when he could finally hold his head high and turn the tables, his opponent had fled the field?

At that moment, the azure-robed youth descended from the sky with startling swiftness, bowing respectfully before Wu Yuan.

"Greetings, Master," the youth greeted with perfect deference.

"Master?" Wu Yuan's eyes widened in confusion.

"He is the spirit of the Creation Origin Armor," High Saint Hai Ling explained with a faint smile.