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Xuandu no longer hesitated.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his dantian.

That golden light still hovered beside the Primordial Dao Fruit.

Amidst the radiance, the Dharma of One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones flows ceaselessly.

Xuan Du probed into the depths of his mind, sensing it carefully.

The method is profound, but not obscure.

The body transforms into three, all born from one breath.

The main body remains still, while the clones spontaneously form.

Each of the three clones possesses the full power of the original.

Supernatural powers, techniques, laws, and supreme treasures were all copied.

Even a Primordial Grandmaster or a Heavenly Saint would find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

This is the power of the first divine ability of Taoism.

This is the secret weapon that Lao Tzu has hidden away, worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

Xuandu sensed every single thread and every minute detail of that method.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Bai Shou had indeed only grasped the basics.

The essence of that method was completely concealed.

The crucial part is always blank.

The methods of operation are fragmented and disjointed.

Lao Tzu taught, but not completely.

Bai Shou learned it, but only grasped the empty shell.

Xuan Du gently shook his head.

"Old man, oh old man."

"You even guard against your own disciples."

"It's no wonder he betrayed you."

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and focused his mind on the task at hand.

The combined enlightenment of all the immortals of the Jie Sect was bestowed upon him at this moment.

The accumulation of tens of thousands of yuan in the club, the sedimentation of tens of thousands of yuan in the club.

The Jie Sect had dozens of Hunyuan Golden Immortals and tens of millions of elite human warriors.

All the wisdom and understanding of everyone converged in Xuandu.

The originally obscure method became clear at that moment.

That previously blank essence was filled in at that moment.

The previously fragmented operating method became complete at that moment.

Xuan Du's mind was like lightning.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

The golden light grew ever brighter.

The method was working more and more smoothly.

His understanding of those supernatural powers deepened.

at last.

"Buzz".

Xuandu shuddered.

Deep within the Purple Mansion, the golden light suddenly exploded.

It transformed into a shower of golden rain, which fell upon the Primordial Dao Fruit.

The Dao Fruit trembled slightly, and golden light shone brightly.

One breath transforms into three pure ones.

Completely master it.

Xuan Du slowly opened his eyes.

The depths of those eyes, calm as an ancient well, were now profound.

He looked down at his hands.

The power of primordial chaos flowed endlessly in his palm.

He sensed it.

He sensed that the first divine power of that gate had been engraved deep within his soul.

He sensed that the method of transforming himself into three had already been integrated into his bloodline.

He sensed that power beyond the limits had awakened within him.

"Is this the number one supernatural power of Taoism?"

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Indeed mysterious."

He stood up and stood with his hands behind his back in Lingyun Cave.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked outside the cave.

Looking up at the golden light of fortune above Jin'ao Island.

The light was like the sea, vast and boundless.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the center of the pivot, its body shimmering with light.

Business as usual.

But he knew that from this moment on, he was different.

He achieved the transformation of one breath into three pure beings.

He possessed the first supernatural power of Taoism.

This gave them the confidence to turn the tables and take control during the Investiture of the Gods.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He slowly extended his right hand.

Martial arts principles surged forth from his palm like a tidal wave.

That power of law was fierce, sharp, and domineering.

Like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation.

Like the first thunderclap at the beginning of chaos.

Like the first will at the moment of birth and death of all things.

The laws of martial arts condensed, surged, and took shape in his palm.

He intends to condense his first Dao body based on the principles of martial arts.

It is not by the power of Heaven, nor by the power of Earth.

Therefore, martial arts.

Therefore, it is his own way.

Therefore, it is that supreme will that breaks free from shackles and transcends the mundane.

Xuandu closed his eyes.

His mind sank into that mass of martial arts laws.

He sensed every single thread and every fraction of that law.

Sensing the resilience beneath that domineering presence.

Sensing the composure beneath that sharpness.

Sensing the tolerance beneath that domineering attitude.

This is his way.

This is the foundation upon which he rose from an ordinary person to where he is today.

This is what he relied on to go from attaining enlightenment over a century to reaching the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

This is the source of his confidence in taking the three ancestors of the human race as his disciples and in awakening humanity.

Now, he intends to use this path to condense his Dao body.

Inside Lingyun Cave.

Purple clouds surged, and green jade trembled.

That ball of martial arts laws spun wildly in Xuan Du's palm.

It spins faster and faster, and becomes more and more prosperous.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

The aura grew stronger and stronger.

The oppressive aura grew heavier and heavier.

Outside Lingyun Cave.

Kong Xuan stood beside the cave dwelling, arranging Bai Shou's living quarters.

Suddenly, he felt a jolt.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Lingyun Cave.

Deep within those arrogant eyes lay terror.

He sensed it.

An aura suddenly erupted from the depths of Lingyun Cave.

That aura was as domineering as the heavens and as sharp as a knife.

Like an ancient ferocious beast tearing through chaos.

Like creating heaven and earth and reshaping the universe.

That was the aura of my master.

But there was something new in that aura that he had never sensed before.

What is that?

Kong Xuan didn't know.

But he knew in his heart that his master was doing something big.

A momentous event that could change the landscape of the Investiture of the Gods.

Bai Shouli stood beside him and also sensed that aura.

His expression changed slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, that is...?"

Kong Xuan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Don't worry."

"Master is cultivating."

"We will wait here."

Bai Shou nodded and said nothing more.

The two stood beside the cave, gazing in the direction of Lingyun Cave.

and so on.

Inside Lingyun Cave.

The condensation of the laws of martial arts has reached a critical moment.

The light was so intense that even Xuandu himself could barely see it.

That aura was so strong that even the cave's protective barriers began to tremble.

The oppressive force was so strong that even the void itself began to distort.

Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged.

He simply stood quietly in the cave, his right hand outstretched.

The martial arts principles in his palm continued to condense, surge, and take shape.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

at last.

"boom!"

A muffled explosion resounded from his palm!

The sound was loud, vast, and domineering.

It pierced through the entire Lingyun Cave in an instant!

Pierce through Jin'ao Island!

Pierce through the East China Sea!

The light illuminated the entire cave.

The auspicious golden light illuminating the sky above Jin'ao Island.

The Martial Arts Monument that illuminates the coast of the East China Sea.

The entire East China Sea trembled slightly at that moment.

The entire Jin'ao Island swayed gently at that moment.

The entire sky suddenly changed color at that moment.

In Biyou Palace.

Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes.

The depths of those eyes, gleaming with sword light, were filled with astonishment.

He sensed it.

The atmosphere of Xuandu has changed.

It's not about becoming stronger.

It has changed its nature.

There was something new in that aura that he had never sensed before.

That is the Way.

It is the Dao of Xuandu.

It is martial arts.

But there is something else hidden within martial arts.

What is that?

Tongtian didn't know.

But he knew in his heart that Xuandu was doing something big.

This is a major matter that even he, as the master, cannot interfere with.