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Xuan Du lowered his eyes, gazing at the golden lotus slowly rotating in his palm.

The twelve lotus petals are layered one upon another, each petal flowing with innate Daoist charm, and each strand of Daoist charm containing the incense and vows of the Western Religion's Billion Yuan Society.

The golden light, the vast merit, and the profound origin far surpassed any top-grade innate spiritual treasure he had ever seen before.

It truly deserves to be called the fundamental treasure for suppressing the fate of Western religions.

It truly deserves to be called the supreme sacred object for guiding and liberating all sentient beings.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised expectation.

"bring it on."

He spoke softly, his voice echoing gently within the cave.

next moment.

Xuan Du's gaze sharpened.

Deep within the purple palace between his brows, a pitch-black rune quietly emerged.

The rune appeared to be devouring something, as black as ink, yet as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

It is the Devouring Divine Power.

Since taking Mosquito Daoist as his disciple in the Sea of ​​Blood, this supernatural power has been dormant deep within his Purple Mansion, rarely used.

Because it's not worth it.

Ordinary spiritual treasures are not worth consuming.

Ordinary opportunities are not worth using.

But things are different today.

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit is worthwhile.

Xuan Du's thoughts stirred slightly.

The pitch-black runes suddenly blazed brightly!

"Buzz!"

A pitch-black vortex suddenly erupted from his palm!

The vortex was initially only the size of a fist, but in just one breath, it expanded to a radius of three feet!

Within the vortex, pitch black and abyss-like, it seemed to connect to another world.

In that world, there is only endless darkness, only eternal nothingness, only the instinct to devour everything.

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit hung above the vortex, trembling violently!

It sensed it.

They sensed that within that vortex lay a terrifying power capable of completely engulfing it.

It instinctively wanted to escape, to struggle, to resist.

A burst of golden light suddenly shone forth!

The twelve lotus petals spun wildly, scattering golden light all over the sky. Wherever the golden light passed, the void froze, the laws solidified, and all conditioned phenomena were suppressed!

But the dark vortex continued to expand.

One inch.

one foot.

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

The golden light fell into the vortex, disappearing without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

No matter how fast the lotus petals spin, they can't outrun the instinct to devour everything.

The tremors of the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit grew weaker and weaker.

The golden light grew dimmer and dimmer.

at last.

"Buzz!"

The vortex suddenly contracted!

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit was swallowed up by the dark vortex before it could even struggle!

The cave suddenly fell silent.

The golden light that filled the sky, the vast merit, and the innate Daoist aura all vanished.

Only the pitch-black vortex remained, suspended above Xuandu's palm, slowly rotating.

Within the vortex, a golden lotus could be faintly seen struggling frantically.

But that struggle was in vain.

Xuandu closed his eyes.

My mind sank into the vortex.

There, the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit had been completely suppressed by the power of devouring.

The lotus petals stopped rotating, the golden light stopped blooming, and the vast innate origin was being peeled away, refined, and transformed into the purest primordial power, thread by thread.

The depth, vastness, and purity of that origin far exceeded his expectations.

The immense merits of the Western Religion's billions of dollars in incense offerings and vows, as well as the supreme virtues of guiding and liberating sentient beings, are all contained within it.

At this moment, it all belongs to him.

Xuan Du focused all his mental energy on the task at hand.

He pushed the Devouring Divine Power to its limit.

The pitch-black vortex spun faster and faster, more and more frantically.

Deep within the vortex, the aura of the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit was rapidly diminishing.

Grade 12.

Eleventh grade.

Rank 10.

Ninth rank.

With each drop in rank, a vast primordial power surged into Xuandu's body.

As the primordial power entered his body, Xuandu felt his blood and qi boiling, his purple mansion's magical power surging, and his primordial Dao fruit trembling violently!

There were signs of a breakthrough in that tremor!

Xuan Du felt a chill run down his spine.

He was originally at the peak of the second level of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Just one step away from stepping into the third heaven.

But he waited for that path for a long time, yet he never managed to take that step.

It's not that I haven't accumulated enough experience, it's that the opportunity hasn't come yet.

For a Primordial Golden Immortal to break through each level, they need endless origin, endless accumulation, and endless opportunities.

Ordinary cultivation, even with billions of dollars, may not be able to break through to the next level.

He spent a century attaining enlightenment and a century breaking through to the second level of enlightenment, a feat unprecedented in history.

The Three Heavens cannot be rushed.

But now, with the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit inside his belly, the vast power of origin surged into his body.

That line has loosened.

Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart, and focused his mind on refining the source that was flowing into his body.

One.

Two paths.

Three paths.

Four paths.

The twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit has fallen to the eighth grade.

Rank 7.

Rank 6.

Fifth rank.

Within Xuandu's body, the Primordial Chaos Power grew stronger and stronger, and the Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit trembled more and more violently.

at last.

"boom!!!"

A muffled explosion resounded from within Xuandu's body!

The sound was so loud, so vast, so domineering that it instantly pierced through the void and shook the entire Lingyun Peak!

The entire Jin'ao Island was shaken!

The East China Sea, spanning billions of miles, is shaken!

On Jin'ao Island, all the immortals of the Jie Sect looked up and gazed towards Lingyun Peak!

Duobao stood before the cave dwelling, his pupils suddenly shrinking!

Kong Xuan suddenly unleashed a burst of five-colored divine light!

Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Guiling, and Our Lady of Jinling all stood up, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror!

"The Vice Leader... he broke through?!"

In front of Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the void and falling into the depths of Lingyun Peak.

It landed on the figure in green robes sitting cross-legged.

It fell towards the dark vortex suspended above his palm.

It descended upon the rapidly rising aura.

Those eyes, gleaming with sword light, were filled with satisfaction.

"Good lad... He's reached the third level."

He murmured softly, his voice carrying an uncontrollable hint of approval.

The third level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

It takes a hundred years to attain enlightenment and a hundred years to reach the second level of cultivation. Now, in just a few months, he has already stepped into the third level of cultivation.

Such a speed of cultivation has never been seen since the beginning of time.

Even the father god Pangu might not be able to match him.

Tongtian's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised pride.

With such a disciple, what worries do I, as a teacher, have?

Lingyun Peak.

Deep within the cave.

Xuan Du sat cross-legged, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean, with chaotic light flowing endlessly around him.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, lay a vast, unfathomable abyss.

He looked down at his hands.

In his palm, the power of primordial chaos flowed endlessly, each strand containing a terrifying force capable of tearing apart the void.

He looked up and gazed into the void.

Wherever his gaze passed, the void trembled slightly, and the laws of nature seemed to submit.

The Three Heavens.

The third level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

It became.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

He raised his hand.

The dark vortex in his palm slowly dissipated.

Within the vortex, the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit had completely vanished.

Only a faint golden halo remained, hovering above his palm, gently rotating.

That was the final source of the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit.

It is also the purest essence.

Xuan Du lowered his eyes, gazing at the golden halo, his gaze shifting slightly.

If this item is refined, although it may not be enough for him to break through another level of cultivation, it will be enough to solidify his foundation and make his cultivation at the third level more solid.

But after thinking about it, he gave up.

Keep this item; it may have other uses.

With a slight thought, Xuan Du absorbed the wisp of golden light into his Purple Mansion and hung it beside the Chaos Pearl.

The golden halo spun gently, reflecting the light of the three treasure flags, the Chaos Bell, and the Chaos Pearl, creating a subtle sense of harmony.