Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1100 "Forging the Dao in the Primordial World, the Heavenly Palace Manifests its Sainth

The furnace opening was wide open.

It erupted with world-destroying flames.

The flames carried the primordial aura of the beginning of time.

It is not ordinary fire, but chaotic fire that can refine the laws of heaven and earth.

Wherever the flames passed, the nine heavens, which were conjured from the sea of ​​consciousness, were scorched with twisted cracks.

Dark red light seeped from the cracks, like the sky bleeding.

The phantom roared to the sky.

The sound waves resonated with the laws of nature.

The shattered fragments of the Heavenly Palace chains trembled in unison amidst the roar.

"The Dao is forged in the primordial wilderness, and the Heavenly Palace manifests its divine power!"

The inverted furnace of chaos collapsed with a deafening roar.

The furnace opening transformed into a black hole that devoured everything, carrying a terrifying will to refine all things, and descended upon Zhang Yuan.

He's going to be devoured by his own supernatural powers.

It wasn't an external enemy, nor a test of inheritance; it was his own strongest will left behind at the Grandmaster level.

This means throwing himself into the furnace as kindling.

Let the raging flames test whether you are worthy of the grand ambition you made back then.

Zhang Yuan did not move.

The incinerator flames instantly engulfed him.

The intense heat, enough to melt the laws of nature, scorched every wisp of his soul.

My skin is burning.

The meridians are burning.

Everything in the sea of ​​consciousness was being distorted and deformed.

He looked down and saw his hands becoming transparent in the flames.

Fine cracks appeared on the bones.

Those are all the cracks accumulated on the path of cultivation over millions of years.

Every moment of hesitation leaves a tiny wound.

Every instance of structural damage caused by uncontrolled force was now illuminated by the furnace fire.

Just as Zhang Yuan's soul seemed about to be reduced to ashes in the raging flames, the gray-white light cluster in his dantian suddenly began to pulsate and roar like an ancient war drum.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

Each sound caused the furnace fire to surge outwards three feet.

Thirteen fierce, chain-like phantoms pierced out from the ball of light.

It didn't attack the furnace, but rather penetrated the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Like a stabilizing needle, it was driven into the four walls of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Nailed into the scorched earth.

Nailed into the roaring waves.

Nailed into the sky.

The chains were entwined with the aura of the Heavenly Dao.

That was the imprint of the laws formed by the thirteen fierce swords.

The end of each chain is deeply embedded in the foundation of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The chains tightened, emitting a heavy tremor, forcibly anchoring the will on the verge of collapse.

The chains trembled.

Zhang Yuan nailed the Heavenly Dao Chains, formed from the thirteen fierce swords around him, into the void, not to kill his enemies, but to lock himself and the land beneath his feet.

He is using his memories from the past to answer the challenges of the present.

When I became the lock that guarded the people, I had already thrown myself into the furnace as firewood.

Grandmaster realm, defying fate with grand ambitions.

This furnace cannot refine him.

The path he wanted to forge was not yet complete, and the road he wanted to walk was not yet finished. How could he be burned to death by his own grand ambitions from back then?

The chains trembled, and the furnace fire rolled back.

The raging flames that consumed the world receded from Zhang Yuan's body and rolled back into the chaotic furnace.

The illusory furnace trembled violently, and cracks appeared on its surface before it shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless sparks that dissipated into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhang Yuan stood still, the embers of flames still lingering around him.

The burn marks on the skin are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked up and saw the remaining points of light floating above his sea of ​​consciousness after the three illusory figures shattered.

The desperate will to die in the Acquired Realm, the master's control and borrowing of power, and the grandmaster's ambition to burn the heavens.

The three points of light, like three tiny stars, rotated independently, not yet merging. At this moment, the attack from the three illusory figures had not completely dissipated.

The imprints of will they carried, like three roaring galaxies, changed direction at the same moment and poured fiercely into the core of the dantian.

The phantom of the Acquired Realm re-condensed for a moment.

A tattered black robe, a dull longsword, and a thin figure crouching by a broken wall, maneuvering against the Yan army.

The figure did not attack, but merely turned and glanced at Zhang Yuan.

Then, it transformed into a torrent of blood and poured into the dantian.

The boy's eyes were the same as they were on the battlefield of Yanshan back then.

Knowing he might die in the next moment, he still held the knife in his hand.

The phantom of a Grandmaster followed closely behind.

With one arm reaching for the sky, a vast expanse of turbulent ruins surges behind him.

He did not brandish his halberd again, but stood with his hands behind his back on the raging waves, and nodded slightly to Zhang Yuan.

Then it transformed into a deep blue torrent, flowing into the dantian.

That's how the Marquis of Qingyang was when he was in the East Sea. He never said much, but he could bear the consequences of every decision he made.

The last movement of the Grandmaster-level phantom was made.

Instead of transforming into a torrent, he walked up to Zhang Yuan and stood still.

His eyes, reddened by the flames of the burning world, met Zhang Yuan's gaze. Then he reached out and placed his hand on Zhang Yuan's chest.

His entire body transformed into a torrent of crimson gold, piercing through his chest and flowing into his dantian.

The great ambition of that Fire Marshal still weighs heavily on his shoulders, never letting up for a moment.

Three torrents converge at the core of the dantian.

The grayish-white light cluster was subjected to an unprecedented impact.

The brilliant silver light of the stars and the primordial gray light of chaos, like two ancient dragons tearing each other apart, frantically intertwined, collided and tore at each other inside the ball of light.

Under this terrifying internal and external pressure, the ball of light began to collapse to its extreme.

From the size of a fist, it shrank to the size of a pigeon egg.

It shrank from the size of a pigeon egg to the size of a grain of rice.

The light grew dimmer, but the pulse grew stronger.

Each pulse stirs the blood and energy throughout his body.

Each pulse caused the laws and patterns in the sea of ​​consciousness to tremble.

The most crucial moment has arrived.

The resolute determination of the person who shattered the Dantian key in the acquired realm and drew upon the will and power of all people.

The Grandmaster realm is willing to use their body as a lock to endure the silence of boundless solitude.

The burning passion of a Grandmaster who defies the laws of heaven to find a way out for his homeland.

There are also countless tiny cracks along the path of cultivation spanning millions of years.

The stagnation in the transition between power systems.

Cognitive biases arising from different levels of understanding.

Hidden injuries sustained countless times from gritting his teeth and enduring conflicts in cultivation techniques.

Each time the force was applied to push the injured body forward, it left tiny scratches on the foundation.

All of these things, under the golden light of Emperor Jun Tianzun, were like ore thrown into a furnace, forcibly mended, forged, and fused into one.

The golden light is not the furnace itself, but the highest temperature and purest flame within it.

Di Jun did not forge it for him; he simply handed the flame to him.

He struck the hammer himself every single time.

"Bam—"

A muffled thud.

It wasn't a loud noise, but a muffled thud like the first stirrings of the universe at the beginning of chaos.

Like a heartbeat, like a seed breaking through the soil, like the tremor of the first ray of light piercing the darkness.

The light faded.

A strange seed the size of a fist floated in the center of the dantian.

Neither gold nor jade, its surface flows with the brilliance of a galaxy and the mist of chaos.

It was beating slowly but powerfully.

Every pulse exudes an ancient and primal aura.

It was as if, before the creation of heaven and earth, someone had struck the heartbeat of the Dao for the first time in the chaos.

The seed of the Tao.

The instant the Dao Seed took shape, the seemingly unreachable Gate of Origin quietly cracked open. (End of Chapter)