302: Space Avenue 100%

Inside the Immortal Cave, Xiao Zhuo's body flickered between reality and illusion, as if he could merge into the Void Realm at any moment.

A broken ancient seal floated above his head, emanating an unfathomable aura that enveloped the entire Immortal Cave—it was precisely the ancient seal containing the Great Dao of Time.

Under the ancient seal's shroud, the flow of time within the Immortal Cave was accelerated by more than three times.

However, Xiao Zhuo did not utilize this accelerated time for Cultivation; instead, he immersed his mind in the Great Dao of Time contained within the ancient seal.

He had a premonition that if he could comprehend the Great Dao of Time and merge it with the Great Dao of Space he had already understood, thereby achieving the Great Dao of Time and Space, his Dao Principle of Freedom would undergo a crucial transformation.

At this moment, the panel was fully deducing the Great Dao of Space to a 10% Realm, so he personally delved into comprehending this Great Dao of Time.

He didn't seek profound understanding, only a superficial grasp would be enough to activate the panel for subsequent deductions.

His Dao Principle of Freedom, upon reaching the fourth stage of the Free and Natural Heavenly Art, could initially wield the power of the Dao.

However, this wielding was essentially still borrowing, far from the complete control and analysis of Law at the Profound Demon Realm.

This meant that when facing opponents who truly comprehended the Dao, he couldn't easily seize control or dispel their power as he could at the Law stage; he couldn't even interfere effectively.

The power he borrowed was always limited by the depth of his own understanding of the Dao.

Only by enhancing his comprehension of his own Foundation Dao could he increase the upper limit of other Dao powers he could borrow.

If he had fully comprehended a Dao when fighting Hao Duo earlier, even if he ultimately couldn't defeat him, he would never have been so passively beaten; at least he could have made the opponent pay some price.

Inside the Immortal Cave, time seemed to be fast-forwarded by an invisible hand; falling dust and circulating Spiritual Qi carried a sense of hurried unreality.

Xiao Zhuo sat cross-legged, his mind fully immersed in the profound and unfathomable rhythm of time flowing from the ancient seal above his head.

He transformed his entire Divine Sense into invisible tendrils, carefully probing the turbulent currents of time surging around him.

Initially, it felt like trying to grasp rushing river water with bare hands, only experiencing cold passage and powerful thrust.

But under the keen capture of the Dao Principle of Freedom for the Origin of the Dao, he gradually "saw" something different—it wasn't color, but a trajectory of "states."

He saw that on the path of a tiny speck of dust falling in the corner of the Immortal Cave, countless "past" and "possible" phantoms were simultaneously superimposed—the position of the previous instant, the possible trajectory of the next instant, like layers of blurred light bands interwoven and overlapping.

The aura emanating from the ancient seal was precisely the invisible hand that manipulated these light bands, anchoring "possibility" into "this moment."

Xiao Zhuo's mind stirred, and he attempted to actively merge his own uncertain state of reality and illusion into this strange temporal trajectory.

He no longer resisted the flow; instead, he allowed his "existence" to be like a feather, gently attaching itself to a wisp of light band representing "accelerated passage."

In an instant, he felt his "present moment" being sharply stretched and diluted, as if a single instant was cut into three independent experiences.

But this experience was chaotic and disordered, filled with a sense of tearing.

He immediately reined in his mind; the core of the Dao Principle of Freedom—absolute control over the "self"—suddenly condensed!

No longer passively attached, but using himself as an anchor, he tried to sort out the temporal light bands flowing around him.

Like steadying a reef in a turbulent current, he painstakingly distinguished the extremely subtle and fragmented Law fragments contained within the light bands—fast, slow, rewind, solidify—most of these fragments originated from the inherent brokenness of the ancient seal itself, chaotic and elusive.

Every touch of his will was like touching a hot iron; the backlash of the Great Dao of Time directly penetrated his Divine Soul, bringing waves of dizziness and stinging pain.

Xiao Zhuo gritted his teeth, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and the illusory fluctuations of his body grew more violent, as if he might completely disintegrate at any moment from being unable to bear it.

It was in this extreme pressure and concentration that he captured a faint yet exceptionally clear Dao charm.

It wasn't a complete Dao rune, but more like an ancient echo, speaking of "this instant is eternal, and the eternal is also this instant."

This wisp of Dao charm originated from a deepest crack in the core of the ancient seal, carrying an aura of vicissitude and destruction, yet also containing the most fundamental truth of time—passage is the continuous change of states of existence.

"Got it!" Xiao Zhuo silently exclaimed, urging the Dao charm emanating from the Zizai Dao Principle Immortal Script to instantly envelop and imprint it!

In an instant, his perception of the chaotic temporal light bands became a tiny bit clearer.

In the surging torrent, a small fish seemed to appear, capable of briefly guiding the direction.

Though insignificant, this was indeed the first handful of water he had personally scooped from the vast ocean of the Great Dao of Time, the first ripple of time he had created for himself.

This sliver of insight, like a stone dropped into the lake of his mind, stirred subtle ripples, and also pried open a tiny but crucial gap for him to subsequently use the panel to deduce this unfathomable Great Dao of Time.

When he awoke from his deep comprehension, a thin layer of dust had settled on him.

His body trembled slightly, and the dust scattered.

Looking around the Immortal Cave, although it was temporarily opened, it also contained some beds, tables, and chairs he carried with him, which were now also covered in dust.

"How long have I Cultivated?" Xiao Zhuo was momentarily dazed, "The ancients truly did not deceive me; Cultivation indeed knows no years!"

With a thought, the translucent panel appeared before his eyes.

The progress bar in the deduction column had disappeared.

He lightly tapped the deduction button with his will, and the vast comprehension of 10% of the Great Dao of Space instantly flooded his memory.

A massive amount of profound information surged in, and even though his brain capacity far exceeded that of ordinary people, he felt a momentary delay.

By the time he had fully digested and absorbed it, the sky outside had turned from noon to night.

Feeling the Great Dao of Space growing increasingly intimate with him, Xiao Zhuo was satisfied.

On the panel, the entry for the Great Dao of Time now appeared, showing a progress of only 1%.

It was evident that his comprehension of the Great Dao of Time was indeed only superficial.

However, this superficial understanding was enough to activate the panel's deduction!

Without hesitation, he immediately dragged the Great Dao of Time entry into the deduction option, paid three hundred thousand Attribute Points, and set the target to 10% as well.

He wanted to see if, when both the Great Dao of Time and Space were comprehended to 10%, he could attempt an initial Fusion?

Although he vaguely suspected that true Fusion might only be possible when the Dao reached Perfection, he still chose to take this step first.

Just as Xiao Zhuo was immersed in his comprehension of the Dao...

The Blood Prison and Eternal Tribulation abysses had already mobilized nearly three thousand Demonic Generals and one hundred Demonic Lords, gathering outside the spatial rift, poised and ready to cross into the Demon Realm fragment world, which the Corpse Clan called the "Place of Cessation of Grief."

In front of the spatial rift, a dense mass of Demonic Generals stood in the air, their terrifying auras interwoven and pervasive.

To minimize losses in exploring this perilous place, the two great abysses even recruited a large number of civilian Demonic Generals to assemble this daunting army of three thousand Demonic Generals—each of them possessing powerful strength comparable to a Golden Immortal of the Immortal Realm!