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Zuo Dao had broken through, becoming both a Wheel of Fate Cultivator and a Qi Training Cultivator, the only anomaly in this realm.
This was a world of gods, where everything existed under divine influence.
Cultivation was merely the most basic first step; only by breaking through to the Fate Wheel Realm and becoming a Cultivator could one qualify to tread the Path of Divine Contention.
That path was filled with fire and blood, a road of great conflict. Countless individuals walked upon it, either aging in the passage of time or falling in endless battles.
Competing against others, against nature, against fate. The Great Dao Principle trapped most talented individuals throughout history, with only a few capable ones able to rise against it and achieve divine status through combat.
Gods could Creation, but they could also annihilate worlds—destroying others' realms while creating their own. As a Dao Emperor, it was thus destined that gods could not act recklessly; they were bound to remain aloof and inactive.
This breakthrough was powerful but limited to within a thousand meters, and it occurred so quickly that it did not attract anyone's attention.
After advancing, Zuo Dao learned many things and understood some matters, but he also gained many more questions.
The Summit was still ongoing; this was not an opportune moment to sit down and clarify the situation. Everything would have to wait until the Summit concluded and he returned to Zuo Wang Peak.
He understood clearly that the path he intended to take was at odds with this world. Any slight misstep could lead to immeasurable consequences—not just for himself but also for Zuo Wang Peak, which could fall into irretrievable ruin. He needed to be focused, utterly focused—not just for himself but also for Zuo Wang Peak.
The Immortal Path was fraught with difficulties. Beyond Qi Training, the subsequent stages of foundation building, Core Formation, and Nascent Soul were increasingly perilous. The calamities grew louder each time, with no way to conceal them during the Transcend Tribulation.
He needed time to carefully consider his future path.
The remaining time passed swiftly. With Zuo Dao as their formidable weapon, the entire team swept through effortlessly, pushing forward and directly cutting into the border of the Fallen God Territory.
They encountered monsters along the way, slaying them without hesitation, robbing anyone they met. Zuo Dao showed no awareness of being a Cultivator, rampaging through all obstacles. If not for the time constraint, he would have even wanted to clear out the entire perimeter.
Everyone was left in a mix of laughter and tears on their return journey, each burdened with large packs—three beautiful young women among them. This was only part of their haul; there was too much to carry, so they could only select the most valuable items to bring back.
Points are no longer a problem; Purple Dragon estimates that sending a few more people into the top hundred won't be an issue.
However, Zuo Dao and others are indifferent to entering the Six Institutes, giving their points to Muzhu Yao and the others.
Muzhu Yao and the others accepted it, but it was considered a purchase on their part, converted into corresponding resources to be sent back after being delivered to the peak.
After returning to the peak for more than half a month, Zuo Dao has been in seclusion. This advancement has provided him with an overwhelming amount of information that he needs time to digest.
The results of the Lower Summit Conference were announced the day after the Summit concluded. As expected, Wulao Peak took the top three spots directly. Four more entered the top hundred, nearly occupying ten percent of the slots. This shocked the Six Major Academies, prompting them to rush over to recruit talent, while Wulao Peak's leader Tong Hu couldn't stop smiling.
This was still after Purple Dragon exchanged most of his points for resources. Otherwise, Wulao Peak would not have had enough talent to showcase. If they had, the top ten would have all belonged to them.
The resources promised by Muzhu Yao were quickly delivered to Zuo Wang Peak, and they personally led a team to attack Zuo Wang Peak, staying for about ten and a half months before leaving. During this time, they clashed with Yan Zi several times, all of which were ruthlessly suppressed by Yan Zhen.
The advancement of the Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body greatly relieved Zuo Dao. This is a native product, pure and original. It serves not only as an excellent disguise but also as a powerful weapon.
At this moment, Zuo Dao felt that his vitality was significantly stronger than before; if his previous vitality was like a seed, then now it resembled a young sprout. In every aspect, it represents a qualitative breakthrough.
The cultivation of the Life Origin Realm can be set aside for now; the urgent task is to harmonize the two types of power within him. One is True Essence, which is incredibly powerful; the other is something Zuo Dao has never encountered before. Although this power is not strong, it is very pure, possesses spirituality, and has remarkable resilience. Several attempts by True Essence to eradicate it have failed.
Zuo Dao has always wondered how he ended up in this world. Although he wants to understand the truth, he knows that solving this problem in a short time is impossible.
He arrived with the advanced form of the True Martial Body, and now he has inexplicably become a Qi Practitioner. Becoming a deity and cultivating immortality are currently his greatest challenges.
There are no materials or historical references for him to consult. During his seclusion, he browsed through numerous books within Zuo Wang Peak, hoping to find even a hint of clues, but there were none.
With no path available, he can only forge his own way. But how does one forge ahead? What methods should he employ? He needs to establish some guidelines. Since he intends to walk his own path, he must make a decision regarding his current situation.
On a path that no one had ever walked before, Zuo Dao made a firm decision in his heart: since he had given it to himself, it was his. Whatever happened next was his own business.
Thus, Zuo Dao cast aside everything and began to focus on the vast amount of information swirling in his mind. In an instant, the air became fragrant. Countless scriptures appeared around his body, floating up and down, moving side to side.
It felt as if deities were chanting mantras, and immortals were reciting scriptures; there were also warriors engaged in battle, and Zhenren subduing demons. The entire cultivation chamber transformed into a battlefield of gods and immortals.
This was the clash of power within Zuo Dao's body, using his form as the battleground to determine the singular victor.
This was the collision between the power of the immortals that Zuo Dao had obtained and the rules of this world.
The magical energy and True Essence intertwined, attacking each other with astonishing destructive force. The True Martial Body began to crack, and bloodstains appeared all over his body. His internal organs were all impacted; Zuo Dao coughed up blood, occasionally spitting out chunks of flesh.
Zuo Dao was furious; his own power was uncontrollable, turning him into a battleground for a reckless fight. If I don’t show my might, do you think I’m a eunuch?
He suppressed it—fiercely suppressed it. The Sitting Forgetting Sutra ran round after round; even as his meridians ruptured and broke, it continued unabated. At worst, he would be left in pieces.
The Sitting Forgetting Sutra was the only Mind Method Zuo Dao currently possessed. Originally intended as an auxiliary Cultivation Method for suppression, its effectiveness was surprisingly good. In this reckless frenzy, signs of collapse began to appear throughout Zuo Dao's body.
At that moment, the battling True Essence and magical energy seemed to sense danger. Zuo Dao's internal injuries were severe; over sixty percent of his meridians had shattered, and his flesh and bones were riddled with cracks.
The two forces began to work on repairs; without Zuo Dao as their host, they too would vanish from existence.
Meanwhile, the Sitting Forgetting Sutra slowly began to integrate the two powers.
Since Zuo Dao entered seclusion, Zuo Wang Peak had taken on an unusual atmosphere. The Drunken Old Man rarely got drunk anymore. Yan Zhen and others moved their cultivation grounds closer to where he was in seclusion.
Though he was in a closed chamber, everything happening on the peak was imprinted in Zuo Dao's mind. The intertwining of Divine Thought and Spiritual Awareness allowed the entire Zuo Wang Peak to fall within Zuo Dao's perceptive range.
Zuo Dao awoke from his meditation, his face weary. The two forces within him had intertwined and merged, transforming his flesh, bones, and meridians into something incomparable to before.
Yet, Zuo Dao knew that as long as he continued to cultivate, this situation would arise again. There was still a long way to go before he could resolve it completely.
At the same time, he had determined the path he wanted to take.
—Integration.
Embracing the Ocean of All Rivers, drawing from the strengths of many.
With a clear goal in mind, Zuo Dao was filled with vigor, radiating an inexplicable brilliance.
His heart was clear, and his Divine Thought was profound.
With the Wheel of Fate at triple levels and refining Qi at three layers, he broke through once more, surpassing his previous limits.
The powerful sensation coursing through him made Zuo Dao excitedly let out a long howl.
He broke through the barrier.
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