Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Deeper still, it seemed as if there were illusory images of surging rivers and rising and falling tides.

"The peak of the Three Tribulations realm has been stabilized. The primordial spirit has undergone life and death tempering and has devoured part of the Sea Demon Emperor's origin."

Nourished by the Water Illusion Heavenly Pearl, its inherent resilience and refinement far surpass that of ordinary Three Tribulations Taiyi.

Dao Xuan carefully comprehended it.

"I can vaguely touch that barrier... The Great Luo Path is elusive and difficult to find. It requires the condensation of Dao Fruit and transcendence of constraints, which is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Right now, the most urgent task is to completely refine the Water Illusion Heavenly Pearl, master its wondrous uses, and…”

With a slight thought, a flash of light appeared between his brows, and the Water Illusion Heavenly Pearl appeared in the void before him.

The pearl has now turned into a chaotic color, with a small, azure water droplet mark inside slowly rotating.

It exudes a gentle yet vast aura.

Dao Xuan formed a hand seal, and a wisp of divine consciousness carrying pure Yin-Yang magic power slowly probed into the bead.

Pearl River Delta is a world of its own, a boundless ocean where laws are manifest.

At the center of the world, nine crystal coffins floated silently, each containing the intact remains of a sea monster king.

The skin still retains its elasticity, faintly radiating a powerful aura and lingering imperial majesty.

Especially the three bodies from the first three generations, though dead, still seem alive, their oppressive aura lingering and unyielding.

"What magnificent bodies of the Taiyi Dao! They are all supreme materials for refining external avatars!"

Dao Xuan's eyes shone with divine light.

Refining external avatars, especially using the remains of Taiyi realm experts as materials.

It is an extremely profound secret technique of the Xuanmen sect, and the process is complicated and dangerous; the slightest carelessness will lead to disaster.

It may result in a backlash from the remaining will of the corpse, or failure in the refining process, damaging its own essence.

But if successful, the benefits are immeasurable, equivalent to gaining several like-minded and powerful allies.

It has many uses, whether fighting enemies, protecting the path, or exploring secret realms.

He decided to start with the easiest and gradually move to the most difficult, beginning with the two weakest corpses of the First Tribulation Sea Demon King.

Dao Xuan held his breath and concentrated, forcing out a drop of crystal-clear, primordial blood essence containing chaotic Daoist principles from his fingertip.

The essence and blood, upon leaving the body, do not fall but float in the air, slowly rotating, emitting a rich life force and Dao fluctuations.

His face was solemn, and his hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, instantly forming hundreds of complex and profound hand seals.

These hand seals, based on the Yin and Yang energies, outlined miniature arrays and restrictions, which then disappeared into that drop of essence blood.

"go!"

With a soft shout, the essence blood transformed into a stream of light, precisely entering the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows of a corpse on the left.

The corpse shuddered violently, and the pale blue water remaining on its surface rippled wildly.

It was as if a remnant of will was resisting.

Dao Xuan was prepared. His primordial spirit power surged forth, transforming into an invisible hand that firmly suppressed the corpse.

At the same time, he chanted ancient and obscure incantations for refining the spirit, each syllable causing the yin and yang energies within the cave to resonate.

The rune chains materialized and wrapped around the corpse, forcibly erasing the last trace of instinctive imprint deep within its bloodline from the outside in.

This is a slow and meticulous process that requires extreme patience and precise control.

Dao Xuan was completely focused, his mind and spirit immersed in it, guiding his own essence and blood with the Daoist principles of Yin and Yang.

The process proceeds slowly along the meridians of the corpse, which have long since solidified but are not yet completely decayed, reconstructing their circulation.

He opened up a simulated sea of ​​qi, and deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, he used fragments of his own primordial spirit as a guide.

By combining the essence and blood imprint, a prototype of a "pseudo-primordial spirit" that is absolutely under the control of the main body is carefully condensed.

Inside the cave, time seemed to stand still.

Only the Yin and Yang energies flowed ceaselessly along their mysterious paths, emitting a low hum.

And the aura emanating from that corpse, the same as Dao Xuan's true form, was becoming increasingly clear...

Just as Dao Xuan was deep in Qingyun Mountain, in seclusion, refining a supreme treasure and refining his avatar.

On the distant shore of the East China Sea, at the Wanghaicheng Wharf, an ordinary merchant ship from the open sea docks.

Among the passengers, a young man dressed in an ordinary dark blue robe and with a slightly pale face quietly disembarked with the flow of people.

His presence was barely perceptible, and he was completely unremarkable. His gaze calmly swept over the bustling docks and the distant city skyline.

A barely perceptible, cold, and ethereal smile appeared at the corner of his lips, then disappeared into the crowd.

In the eastern region of Central Continent, there is a giant coastal city called "Wanghai".

Unlike Guanchao City, which was once a frontline bulwark against demons, this city is located at the hub of several important sea routes in the East China Sea and several inland trade routes.

It is a bustling metropolis, a hub of commerce, and a gathering place for people from all walks of life.

It's a melting pot of all sorts of people, with a unique, bustling, and vibrant atmosphere.

In the west of the city, next to the "Hundred Miscellaneous Shop" which sells low-level materials and talismans, there is a relatively quiet alley called "Zhiwei Alley".

The alley is not deep, the bluestone road is slightly slippery, and there are mostly inconspicuous shops on both sides.

There were people who wrote letters for others, repaired religious implements, and two or three small shops that made a living by selling information.

Recently, a new shop opened in the middle of the alley.

The storefront is small, only wide enough for two people to walk in side by side.

The black lacquered wooden door, with brass door knockers, bears a small ebony plaque inscribed with three ancient seal characters:

Bai Xiaoge.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, yet lacks any sharpness, just like the first impression this shop gives.

Ordinary, low-key, even somewhat boring.

The shop owner was a young man in his early twenties wearing a blue robe, who called himself "Lan Ming".

He had an ordinary appearance, a gentle temperament, and a scholarly air. His cultivation level was average, but he appeared to be at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

The store opens at 7 AM and closes at 5 PM, and most of the time the owner just sits quietly behind the counter.

Holding an old bamboo scroll or paper book and reading it.

Occasionally, when guests come to inquire, he puts down his book and answers them calmly and unhurriedly.

Baixiaoge mainly deals in common sights and sights of the East China Sea.

Anecdotes and rumors among low-level cultivators, recent strange movements of monsters in a certain place, or general price fluctuations in certain public markets.

The information is detailed and the prices are fair; there is no deception of the young or old.

Gradually, they also gained some regular customers, mostly rogue cultivators with low cultivation levels who often made a living in the nearby seas.

Or it could be a newcomer who wants to learn about the local area.

Manager Lanming seemed quite content with this simple business, never trying to attract customers and taking a rather indifferent view of profits.

When a regular customer casually asked if the name "Bai Xiao" (meaning "knows everything") was too arrogant, he simply smiled gently and said:

Who can know everything about the world?

However, I am striving to learn, hoping to do my best to help my fellow Daoists.

However, beneath this ordinary appearance, undercurrents were already surging.

Ao Ming, or rather Lan Ming, has never forgotten the mission he bears.

Resources disguised as ordinary goods and transported through secret channels from the North Sea Dragon Palace.

In addition, there were fragmented but crucial pieces of intelligence transmitted through specific means by the Western Wilderness Shadow Clan, the Southern Underworld Witchcraft Clan, and the remnants of the Sea Demon Clan.

He was like the most skilled weaver, navigating the intricate web of Wanghai City.

Silently weaving its own hidden network.

His eye for selecting "chess pieces" is extremely discerning and cautious.