Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

The heavy snow continued to fall, and the Daoist's hands holding the fishing rod were as if cast from bronze and iron, standing tall and immovable.

"My path has never been severed."

"I cultivate the Pure Yang Dao, synthesizing the 'Tyrannical Martial True Qi'!"

With a single thought, phantasms emerged again before the Daoist's eyes, as the five Divine Intent Pictures played in succession in his mind like a series of slides.

Charge·Slaughter the Divine·Earth Sever·Heaven Punish.

Digging into the divine treasury of the flesh body, illuminating the acupoints throughout the body, revealing the body's divinity, with the acupoints shining brightly with golden divine figures.

So passed another two hundred years.

By now, at the riverbank before the Daoist, bubbles started to gurgle and emerge from the water.

The snowflakes and the layer of ice were gradually melting away.

The bamboo rod he held in his hands was sprouting tender shoots.

"My path has never halted."

"I cultivate the Pure Yang Dao, synthesizing the 'Azure Ox Heaven-splitting Divine Power'."

As the thought rose, phantasms abruptly appeared in the Daoist's eyes.

The four Divine Intent Pictures surged and rotated in the sea of his consciousness.

Spirit of heaven and earth, the Azure Divine Ox, uniquely blessed, born with knowledge, with boundless Divine Power.

Able to bear mountains, able to split seas, daring to collide with the pillars of heaven, daring to strike the heavens, willfully ostentatious.

Mastering a top-level breathing technique, the power of the physical body surged without limit, increasing the number of visible body divinities once more, matching the twenty-eight constellations of the Zhou period.

As the Daoist delved deeper into his understanding, his body underwent a series of changes, with each acupoint's golden divine figure being illuminated in turn.

This time, it was the eight major vital acupoints on the spine's great dragon.

At this level of cultivation, his body divinity had already revealed the number of thirty-six heavenly gangstars.

Time trickled away, and as the Daoist deepened his contemplation on the True Techniques housed within his sea of consciousness, the qi within his body also began to exhibit subtle changes.

A streak of golden flame began to rise from around the Daoist, melting the snowflakes that fell upon him, and the resulting water was instantly evaporated by the golden flames.

The Daoist looked up to the sky, his lips moving but no sound coming out, as if after sitting in silence for many years, he had become unaccustomed to speaking.

A long while passed.

A long, deep sigh echoed between heaven and earth.

"My path has not yet reached its end."

"Like a lotus in drought yearning for rain."

"Now, it's the Pure Yang refining the golden body."

"Endless Extreme Origin, with me, refine!"

With those words spoken.

A resplendent golden light flared around the Daoist, turning half the sky red, yet the stubborn rock beneath him remained wholly unscathed.

As time passed, the river rose and fell, fell and rose; the sun ascended in the east and set in the west, soon to rise again.

Witness the frantic friction of Extreme Origin around the Daoist causing the surface of his body to slowly transform into deep-colored gold, a brilliance so dazzling, smooth, flawless, and attention-grabbing.

And within the Daoist's body, deep in the marrow of his bones emerged clusters of dim but dazzling flames, his whole being resembled a melting furnace.

At that moment, the Daoist's life force plummeted sharply, quickly becoming as thin as a thread.

"Like the phoenix, reborn from its ashes."

"Like the sun and the moon, darkening and then shining anew."

"I am a Pure Yang Daoist."

"I, have understood (liao)."

"The Dao of Pure Yang, supplemented with the true meanings of Dragon and Tiger, Myriad Transformations, Tyrannical Martial, and the Great Divine Power, has reached its limit. I do not hesitate to burn myself to ashes, all for the sake of finding that trace of extremely yin force hidden beneath the Pure Yang within me."

"After the yang reaches its extreme and yin emerges, seizing that fleeting chance of equilibrium, giving birth to a Pure Yang force stronger than that pure extreme yin force, completing the sublimation of the Pure Yang force and then regenerating anew, much like Nirvana."

"If not achieved, then death."

"Without yin, where comes yang; without extreme yin, where comes extreme yang."

"Only by conquering the world's extreme yin, can one possess the purest and most potent yang force in the world!"

At this thought, the Daoist's eyes brimmed with joy and satisfaction, filled with the happiness of one who would rather die in the evening after hearing the Dao in the morning.

"My grand Dao of Pure Yang has no end, no pause."

"Breaking the balance, the utmost Pure Yang, as yang reaches its peak, yin is born; establishing a new balance, breaking the balance, and the cycles repeat."

"This is the refinement of Pure Yang."

The Daoist's voice thundered like spring thunder, reaching in all directions.

Ripples of heat emanated outwards, layers of ice and snow melted, unveiling the ground frozen for years; as time moved forward, a blade of green grass slowly emerged from the ground.

That is life, that is, the new balance.

Suddenly, the green grass also began to burn with a faint flame. The Daoist swept his sleeve, extinguishing the flame on the grass.

Though he perceives the vastness of the universe, he still cherishes the green of the grass and trees!

His path is his alone to walk; the grass is innocent and need not be harmed. To imitate him would be a path to death!

Now, if he did not contain his own energy, he could naturally plunder all energy deemed as yang from his surroundings, shattering the internal balance of yin and yang in living beings to replenish himself, comparable to a roaming natural disaster.

The Daoist was like a melting furnace; rings of golden light rippled outward, countless ice and snow melted upon touch, the previous scene of thousands of mountains where birds ceased flying, myriad paths where footprints vanished, the lone old man in a straw cape and hat, fishing alone in the snowy river, in an instant turned into a vision of landscape beyond the Great Wall blended with the south of the Yangtze River.

As constellations shifted and the sun and moon waxed and waned, a bird flew over, dropping excrement that carried unknown flower seeds. After a period, the land where the Daoist resided echoed with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Meanwhile, rings of golden light began to emanate from the soles of the Daoist's feet, snaking upwards to the Baihui Acupoint and disappearing, continuing in an endless cycle.

After the Daoist had been fishing for a thousand years, one morning, the last inch of his bone marrow also transformed into the substance of deep-colored gold.

By then, the Daoist's entire being, from the inside out, was unified in gold without a hint of any other color, organs, bones, meridians, pure as one.

With a single thought, the golden color on his skin slowly faded, first turning to white jade, then transitioning to a bronze color, as if such a hue suited his inner aesthetic better.

Appearing stronger, more tyrannical, more vigorous and powerful!

At that moment, the fishing line on the Daoist's bamboo rod suddenly tautened.

"Eh, got a bite!"

"It comes at just the right time!"

With a hearty laugh, the Daoist stood up, pulled up a hundred-pound golden carp without a hook.

With the Pure Yang mastery reaching grand completion, a mysterious and overwhelmingly powerful golden pattern flickered to life in the palm of his hand.

For a thousand years, the Daoist sat tranquilly, fishing for destiny, angling for a lifetime of a warrior's fortune!

Iron pot stewed carp.

After a thousand years of dining on wind and drinking snow, the Daoist finally feasted to his heart's content.

Having slurped down the last morsel of fish, the Daoist suddenly burst into loud laughter, bowed deeply in salute.

"This poor Daoist bows, grasping the fortune of a lifetime!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal, unleash the heavenly light!"

Between heaven and earth, a twenty-meter tall golden figure of a Daoist appeared abruptly, with a fierce five-clawed golden dragon tattoo winding slowly along his back, and on each arm, a tiger tattoo stood sentry, mirroring each other,

Around his waist, a green divine bull snorted white air from its nostrils, constantly scraping its hind hooves, eyes shining with a fierce light, as if it wanted to send others flying.

"Tyrant Body, open for me!"

As his words fell, a five-meter tall figure cloaked in purple gold suddenly stood between heaven and earth, with purple hair and purple eyes, all the more domineering compared to before!

The terrifying muscles around its body were like reactive armor, flowing smoothly, graceful, powerful, and full of texture; even a glimpse was enough to leave an unforgettable impression of aloofness and potent strength.

It was akin to a Demon Lord descending upon the world.

A puff of white air blew gently from the nostrils of the purple gold figure, and two shallow pits appeared on the ground with a casual stomp, cracks spread for a hundred meters across the earth.

"With my true qi, I seize the destiny of heaven and earth!"

"This poor Daoist is the World-Shaking Pure Yang!"

The Daoist burst into hearty laughter, dispersing the power around his body, his joy spreading in all directions.

Where he stood, birds sang and flowers fragranced the air.

In the distance, one could see snow-weighted green mountains and candlelit skies to the south, scenes worthy of a painting!

The scene ends abruptly here!

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"Escape!"@@novelbin@@

"Don't stop! There's hope only if we're alive!"

A green escaping light maneuvered low in the sky, in an arching motion, the strong winds it brought pressing down the treetops' yellow leaves making them rustle, with the more severely dried leaves twirling down.

A gaunt young man wearing a plain white mask and carrying a fair young woman who was continuously vomiting blood was fleeing in panic.

He clutched a white Star Disc in hand, his spirit poured into it, sending strange fluctuations spreading in all directions.

"Kui bro, you should put me down and escape on your own. You're a person from Free Heaven; Wang Xingba might not dare to kill you," the young woman in the young man's arms said weakly, her face pale as gold leaf.

This girl was exceptionally beautiful and noble-looking, draped in a pristine white fox fur coat, her long hair as dark as ink tied with a fiery red butterfly ribbon, her feet in green embroidered shoes. Through her thin, translucent stockings, the tiny green veins on the backs of her feet were visible.

This was enough to prove that her skin was as smooth and white as snow.

"Little Snow, don't be afraid. I'll get us out of here no matter what, and if we die, we die together!" the gaunt young man roared lowly, grinding his teeth, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Chasing behind the green light, a young man with a golden knife, his lips thick on top and thin below, played with his prey like a cat with a mouse, releasing streaks of knife energy,

"Kui Wood Wolf, is this the extent of your Free Heaven's Twenty-Eight Constellations?"

"Has anyone ever told you that when you flee in panic, you truly look like a dog? Haha!"

"Such an ill-fitting reputation under a famous name, the greatly renowned Zizai Heaven, turns out to be such trash."

"How about you stop and watch from the side? When I'm tired of playing, I'll give it to you, huh!"

The young man trailing behind let out a laugh that sounded like that of a madman.

"Wang Xingba, don't get cocky. The Star Lord of Zizai Heaven is a peerless cultivator, not someone you can just comment on."

"If you don't believe it, in less than the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the Broken Army Star Lord will surely come to kill." The frail young man began to blabber randomly.

The hierarchy of the Star Discs in Zizai Heaven is strict, and even if a low-level Star Disc bearer releases their hold, they cannot sense the location of the blue Star Disc belonging to the Star Lord.

Although he had sent out a distress signal, the chance that there happened to be a Star Lord nearby and willing to come to his aid was extremely slim.

"Little brother, don't run, there's no hope left."

"You've had such bad luck all your life, never once winning at finger-guessing games, and in a hundred dumplings, there's only one with Sichuan peppercorn, yet it's you who always picks the one with the filling first."

"Not to mention all the other things, just give it up, little brother. We can't fight against the Ba Dao Saint Heaven Gateway, it's better to... to die together."

"Let's explode together!"

The girl hidden in Quimu Wolf's arms could not help but comment, and as she did, the face of the frail young man darkened.

His first half of life had been nothing but bad luck.

Fortunately, he was resilient and had exceptional talent. He made his way through all the thorns and difficulties and reached the eighth level of the True Person Realm by the age of thirty. Afterwards, he joined Zizai Heaven and became one of the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions, Quimu Wolf.

"Young Master, it's just a woman, it's not that interesting to play anymore. Zizai Heaven is not something to be trifled with. Since you've caused a problem, it's better to kill her cleanly, otherwise there will be endless troubles," suddenly, a gaunt old man following behind Wang Xingba frowned and spoke.

This was Wang Xingba's protector.

Wang Xingba was the only descendant of the Ba Dao Saint Heaven Gateway's Gate Master, blessed with incredible talent but with a somewhat twisted personality. His father, not at ease with him going out for experience, had his second uncle, who was also the third elder of the Ba Dao Saint Heaven Gateway, protect him.

"Fine," Wang Xingba, upon hearing this, seemed to lose interest and was about to take action.

Just at that moment, all of a sudden, the frail young man started shouting like a hysterical individual.

"The Star Lord has already arrived nearby, is certain to appear within three breaths."

"Stop!"

"Wang Xingba, don't you want to know about the whereabouts of the Kirin Holy Armor's left arm? If the Star Lord doesn't appear within three breaths, I will tell you everything; otherwise, you will not get even half a word from me."

"This is something I came to know unintentionally from an ancient book, and it's absolutely true."

At the last moment, Quimu Wolf's face suddenly lit up with ecstatic joy.

His white Star Disc flashed a glimmer of light.

He had been plagued by bad luck for half his life, yet today, he was lucky for once.

Could it be that all the goodwill he had accumulated over half a lifetime was all being used at this moment?

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"Quimu Wolf, is this the truth? You really know the whereabouts of such a divine object? If what you say is true, I can decide to let you and Qian Xue go so that you two may live together, no jesting," the golden blade wielding young man's eyes momentarily flashed a sinister look.

If he had known this person was aware of such a secret, he would have had his second uncle capture them earlier instead of playing this cat and mouse game.

Fortunately, it was not too late. He immediately sent a message to his second uncle behind him to quickly capture the two of them.

Just at that moment, an unexpected change occurred.