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Upon hearing this, Kunpeng trembled.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xuan Du, a hint of bitterness flashing deep in his dark blue eyes.

"Vice Leader, please understand."

He spoke, his voice hoarse:

"This disciple is stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, and has already spent hundreds of millions of yuan."

"I thought the road ahead was blocked and there was no hope of making any further progress."

"After listening to the Vice Master's sermon today, I realized that the Primordial Dao does not require the approval of the Heavenly Dao, the Primordial Purple Qi, or the status of a sage."

"By simply comprehending the laws and tempering oneself, one can attain the Primordial Dao."

"But disciple..."

He paused, his eyes dimming.

"This disciple has severed the three corpses and attained quasi-sainthood."

"The three corpses have been completely severed, and the power of the laws has been fully integrated into the three corpse incarnations."

"Within the physical body, there is no longer any foundation of laws."

"Even if we wanted to turn back to the path of Hunyuan now, there is no way to retreat."

Fuxi stood beside him, silent.

But the sadness in those eyes was deeper than that of the Kunpeng.

Isn't he the same?

Sever the three corpses, attain quasi-sainthood, and cultivate for hundreds of millions of yuan.

The power of the laws has been fully integrated into the three corpses.

The physical body is empty, but the foundation is already established.

Even if one wanted to follow the path of Hunyuan, there was no way to begin cultivating it.

Xuan Du gazed at the two of them, at their dejected faces, his eyes calm as still water.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undisguised sarcasm:

"This is the method of severing the three corpses passed down by Dao Ancestor Hongjun."

"It sounds mysterious, but it's actually a dead end."

Kunpeng's pupils contracted slightly!

Fuxi suddenly looked up!

A dead end?

What does the vice-leader mean by this?

Xuandu gazed at them, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Do you know that to sever the three corpses and attain enlightenment, one must entrust the three corpses with a magical artifact?"

Kunpeng nodded:

"This disciple understands."

"Good thoughts, evil thoughts, and ego, each entrusted with a primordial spiritual treasure, when the three corpses are completely severed and the three treasures are united, one can attain the Dao of Hunyuan."

Xuan Du gently shook his head:

"But do you know that those three magical treasures must all originate from the same source?"

Kunpeng was stunned.

同源？

What do you mean by "shared origin"?

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"The three magical treasures must originate from the same source, be connected in energy, and share the same Daoist principles."

"In this way, after the three corpses are completely severed, the three treasures can be combined into one, and the laws will return to one's own body."

"If they do not share the same origin, the Three Corpses will remain the Three Corpses, each going its own way and never able to merge."

"If the three corpses do not merge, there will never be a day when one attains enlightenment."

"This is the foundation for severing the three corpses and attaining enlightenment, and it is also the greatest threshold."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kunpeng's face turned ashen!

He stared intently at Xuan Du, his lips moving, but he couldn't utter a single word.

homology.

The three magical treasures must originate from the same source.

But when he severed his three corpses, he used three completely unrelated innate spiritual treasures.

One was obtained from the depths of the North Sea, one from the treasure trove of the demon race, and one was bestowed by the Dao Ancestor.

The three magical treasures have different origins, different energy mechanisms, and conflicting Daoist principles.

He believed that as long as he could eliminate the three corpses, he would be on the right path.

He believed that severing all three corpses would be the peak of Quasi-Saint.

He believed that if he continued his cultivation, he would one day attain enlightenment and become a saint.

But today, Xuandu told him that he had taken the wrong path from the very beginning.

If the three corpses do not dissolve, there will be no day of enlightenment.

Having billions of dollars to cultivate oneself is nothing but a mirage.

Kunpeng's legs went weak, and he staggered, almost unable to stand.

"Vice Leader..."

He spoke, his voice hoarse and piercing like a vengeful ghost:

"You mean... all my billions of dollars spent on cultivation... have been wasted?"

Xuan Du looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he nodded slowly.

"Yes."

The single word fell like an eternal, frozen block of ice.

Kunpeng trembled violently, and all the color drained from his cold and stern face.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

A total of hundreds of millions of yuan.

He practiced diligently day and night, never daring to slack off.

Sever the three corpses, merge with the laws, gather fortune, and accumulate merit.

He believed that one day he would be able to take that step.

But today he realized that he could never take that step.

Because from the very beginning, the path was wrong.

"Hongjun Daozu..."

Kunpeng murmured softly, his voice filled with barely suppressed hatred:

Why didn't he say so sooner?

"In Zixiao Palace, three thousand guests listened to his teachings. He passed on the method of severing the three corpses, but never mentioned the matter of the common origin."

"If he had said so earlier, would I have ended up on this dead end?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"If he had said so earlier, who would have chosen this path?"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was like a hammer blow:

"The method of severing the three corpses is a dead end."

"When all three corpses are severed, one reaches the peak of Quasi-Saint."

"Above the Quasi-Saint level is the Saint."

"Without a treasure of the same origin, the three corpses will not merge, and one will be trapped in this realm forever."

"A hundred million yuan meeting, not an inch can be made."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"The Dao Ancestor Hongjun was fully aware of this matter."

"But he never mentioned it."

"Among the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, countless listened to the Dao, and many severed their three corpses."

"But how many people can truly attain sainthood through this method?"

Kunpeng remained silent.

How many people are there?

He knew it in his heart.

Since the teachings began at Zixiao Palace, only six people have attained sainthood through this method.

The Three Pure Ones: Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

But those six people were not taking the usual route.

The Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, possessing the merits of creating the world and the Great Dao bestowed upon them.

The merit is so profound that it can make up for all shortcomings.

Even if the three magical treasures are from different origins, the merit of creation can be forcibly fused together to help them attain enlightenment.

Nuwa created humankind, a merit beyond measure, and was recognized by Heaven.

The sheer magnitude of her merit was enough to allow her to transcend all barriers and directly enter the realm of sainthood.

Needless to say, Jieyin and Zhunti are also included.

The West was barren, and the Way of Heaven was flawed. In order to balance the primordial wilderness, the Way of Heaven took the initiative to make amends and bestowed upon the saints.

That holy position is ordained by the will of Heaven, determined by destiny, and is something that must be given.

But what about the others?

What about Kunpeng?

What about the River Styx?

What about Zhen Yuanzi?

What about the three thousand guests who listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, the quasi-saints who severed their three corpses, and the innate deities who were stuck at the bottleneck and unable to make any progress?

They did not perform any meritorious deeds in creating the world.

There was no luck or fortune created.

There was no divine intervention to make amends.

They only have themselves.

Only those three corpses that can never merge.

There was only one dead end, destined from the very beginning.

Kunpeng slowly closed his eyes.

His cold, stern face was filled with despair.

"Vice Leader."

He spoke, his voice barely audible:

"Disciple understands."

"The method of severing the three corpses is a scheme set up by the Dao Ancestor for all living beings."

"They make all living beings believe that the future is promising, but in reality they are trapped at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, never to be freed."

"Only those few who possess merit and good fortune can break through this predicament."

"The rest are all pawns."

He opened his eyes and looked at Xuandu:

"Disciples are also pawns."

Xuan Du looked at him and did not deny it.

"Yes."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Your being stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level for billions of dollars is not because you don't work hard enough, nor because you lack talent."

"You took the wrong path from the very beginning."

"And this path was pointed out to you by the Dao Ancestor."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng trembled violently.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

hatred.

He hates Hongjun.

I hate the way of Heaven.

I hate that Dao Ancestor who passed down the dead end from the Zixiao Palace.

So what if it's hateful?

He is a quasi-saint at the peak, a demon master, and a primordial deity.

But before the Dao Ancestor, they are nothing but ants.

Even if we know the truth, what can we do?