363: Within the Myriad Paths Pavilion, the Daoist arts are profound.

Myriad Dao Pavilion, eighth floor.

Shen Yuanmo slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, two rays of divine light shot out from the depths of his pupils.

Within them, it seemed as if billions of array patterns were rotating, birthing and destroying, while subtle spatial cracks gathered and dispersed.

The void before him gave an unbearable groan under the gaze of these two beams of light.

Transparent ripples spread outward, appearing as if they would be completely torn apart at any moment by the terrifying power contained within his gaze.

"The Lord of the Ghost Market, is it..."

He whispered to himself, his voice soft, yet carrying a composure that seemed to see through everything.

The message that Qing Xuzi had just transmitted via the communication Jade Slip had already been dismantled and analyzed thousands of times in his Sea of Consciousness.

This result was not unexpected.

One could even say it was within reason.

Tianfeng City, as a renowned gathering place for Cultivators in the Eastern Region, had turbulent undercurrents beneath its prosperity.

The underground black market, entrenched in the deepest parts of the city, was a lawless zone outside of order, an abyss that had swallowed countless secrets and fortunes.

The entity capable of controlling such a place could never be an ordinary person.

Their strength, methods, and background were bound to be unfathomable.

The last divine treasury key, a supreme treasure that could make even a Void Returning Great Expert stir up a bloody storm, falling into this person's hands was perfectly logical.

"It seems I must make another trip to Tianfeng City."

Shen Yuanmo made a decision in his heart instantly.

However, he was not in a rush.

The intervention of the Taiyi Sword Sect, while bringing variables, had also muddied the waters more thoroughly.

Only in muddy waters could one fish effectively.

There was still nearly half a year until the Zixiao Divine Treasury opened.

This period was enough for him to push his strength to a higher level.

The immediate priority was to continue accumulating.

To accumulate crazily!

This month, he had immersed himself entirely in the vast ocean of knowledge on the eighth floor of the Myriad Dao Pavilion.

The harvest was far beyond imagination.

His own Chaos Great Dao, after devouring and fusing the countless insights and understandings of ten thousand Laws and array paths from the Wanfa Immortal Sect over tens of thousands of years, was undergoing a fundamental transformation.

It was becoming more profound, more domineering, and closer to the Origin of the myriad daos.

At this moment, he even had a strong impulse; with just a single thought, he could trigger the Laws of heaven and earth, allowing his cultivation base to instantly break through the barrier and reach the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation!

But, with immense willpower, he firmly suppressed this impulse that stemmed from the instinct of life.

Not enough.

Still far from enough!

His Foundation was still far from reaching the limit he desired!

What he pursued was never a routine Breakthrough.

What he wanted was to accumulate, at the Soul Transformation Realm, a Foundation so thick and extreme that it would make any Prodigy or monster despair and choke!

He wanted to be able to look down on his peers as soon as he entered the Void Returning Realm, possessing the supreme power to reverse-slay those at higher Realms!

"Myriad Laws Return to Origin, all rivers run into the sea, all-encompassing... The concept is indeed extraordinary; it has a certain similarity to my Chaos Great Dao."

Shen Yuanmo's thoughts stirred, and his Divine Sense sank once again into the deduction of the Wanfa Immortal Sect's fundamental technique, the "Myriad Laws Return to Origin Art".

This Cultivation Technique was the Sect-protecting treasure that had allowed the Wanfa Immortal Sect to stand tall in the Eastern Region for hundreds of thousands of years, a heavenly path leading straight to the Mahayana Realm!

Its core philosophy was to turn oneself into a supreme furnace, absorbing all rivers, melting ten thousand dao Laws.

Ultimately, from within the myriad Laws, to walk a unique, unparalleled supreme path that belonged only to oneself.

This was indeed similar in philosophy to Shen Yuanmo's "Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture".

It was just that the paths were diametrically opposite.

The "Myriad Laws Return to Origin Art" walked a path of "addition," constantly superimposing, constantly fusing, seeking qualitative change through quantitative change.

Whereas his "Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture" walked a path of "subtraction."

To crush and melt all ten thousand daos, stripping away all appearances, returning to the Origin, and transforming into the most primitive, most supreme Chaos!

Which was higher and which was lower was clear at a glance.

But this did not hinder Shen Yuanmo from using the "Myriad Laws Return to Origin Art" as nourishment to nourish his own Chaos Great Dao.

Under the blessing of the terrifying talent of [Heaven-Defying Comprehension].

The profound and obscure dao rhyme of the "Myriad Laws Return to Origin Art" was stripped away, parsed, and crushed into the most basic Law runes, layer by layer.

Countless brand-new insights, like a bursting river, surged in his heart.

His understanding of his own Chaos Great Dao was crazily deepening at an unbelievable speed!

Within his Dantian Sea of Qi, the chaos myriad dao nascent soul that looked exactly like him had dao rhyme halos representing the myriad daos around its body, with light flowing and becoming increasingly brilliant and solid.

Just as Shen Yuanmo was completely immersed in this marvelous Realm of profound dao Laws.

Myriad Dao Pavilion, ninth floor.

That forbidden land shrouded in layers upon layers of billions of rune Restrictions.

This was the true core of the Wanfa Immortal Sect, an absolute Domain that only past Sect Masters and Grand Elders were qualified to step into.

A figure appeared silently from the void.

His hair and beard were white, he wore simple linen clothes, and his aura was completely restrained.

There was not a shred of magic power fluctuation, and he looked just like a mortal Elder on the verge of death.

He was the Wanfa Immortal Sect's current pillar of strength with the highest seniority and strongest power, the Hedao Realm Grand Elder, Daoist Xinghe.

He had been here, silently observing Shen Yuanmo for a whole month.

From the surprise on the first day.

To the shock on the seventh day.

And now to... numbness.

Daoist Xinghe's Dao Heart, which had long been as calm as an ancient well and tempered by hundreds of thousands of years of wind and rain, which he believed was already indestructible.

In this short month, it had been shattered, almost collapsing on the spot.

"A monster..."

"Just what kind of monster is this..."

Daoist Xinghe's turbid eyes penetrated the layers of Restrictions and landed on the figure sitting cross-legged below.

Watching the Myriad Dao Pavilion Laws that surrounded Shen Yuanmo, spontaneously resonating, and even faintly showing signs of submission, he couldn't help but mutter in a low, dry voice.

He had lived too long and had seen countless Prodigies and monsters.

But he had never seen, no, he hadn't even dared to imagine, that there could be such terrifying comprehension in this world!

One month!

In just one month!

This kid named Shen Yuanmo had actually thoroughly understood seven or eight tenths of the hard work and crystallization that their Wanfa Immortal Sect's ancestors had painstakingly accumulated over tens of thousands of years!

Moreover, he could clearly feel that Shen Yuanmo was using their Sect's fundamental technique, the "Myriad Laws Return to Origin Art", as a cornerstone.

To reverse-deduce a more profound, more domineering, and more primitive supreme technique!

The aura of that technique, just a negligible trace leaking through the Restrictions.

Was enough to make him, a dignified Hedao Realm great expert, feel a palpitation and trembling from the depths of his Divine Soul!

"Chaos Great Dao... is it really so unreasonable..."

A trace of deep wariness flashed in Daoist Xinghe's eyes, along with a trace of incomparably intense relief.

He was incomparably glad that Qing Xuzi, that kid, had made a decisive decision in Tianfeng City, not hesitating to promise the heavy pledge of a Guest Elder.

Just to firmly tie this unfathomable, world-shaking monster to their Wanfa Immortal Sect's chariot.

Otherwise, if this child were pulled over by that bunch of lawless sword lunatics from the Taiyi Sword Sect.

Daoist Xinghe dared not think further.

The consequence, just by having a rough outline appear in his mind, was enough to make the entire Wanfa Immortal Sect doomed.

"So be it..."

"Since I have already entered the game, since I have already gambled, then... I will gamble bigger!"

In Daoist Xinghe's eyes, that trace of hesitation was instantly replaced by an unprecedented decisiveness.

He flicked his finger.

A stream of light flew out from his fingertip.

It ignored the terrifying Restrictions between the eighth and ninth floors that were enough to mince a Void Returning Great Expert.

Silently, like passing through water, it landed in front of Shen Yuanmo.

It was an ancient Jade Slip, purple-gold in color, with a vast galaxy map imprinted upon it.

The moment the Jade Slip appeared, the surrounding light distorted, as if it were bearing the weight of the entire world.

It was precisely the Wanfa Immortal Sect's Sect-protecting treasure, the original copy of the "Myriad Laws Return to Origin Art" that completely recorded all techniques from entry to the Hedao Realm!

Inside, it even contained the life-long insights and understandings left behind by past Sect Masters and Grand Elders when they cultivated this technique!

This was a true secret that was never passed on, the true Foundation of the Wanfa Immortal Sect!

And now, Daoist Xinghe had given it to Shen Yuanmo without reservation!

After doing all this, Daoist Xinghe's figure became illusory again, silently merging into the void, as if he had never appeared.

Below.

Shen Yuanmo slowly opened his eyes, looking at the purple-gold Jade Slip floating in front of him, emitting an ancient and vast aura, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He looked up, his gaze seeming to penetrate the roof and Restrictions of the Myriad Dao Pavilion, taking a look at the empty ninth floor.

A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth.

"Interesting."

He did not have the slightest bit of politeness, directly reaching out his hand to grasp this heavy Jade Slip.

His Divine Sense sank into it fiercely.

The next moment!

Ten times, a hundred times larger than before!

More profound, more vast dao Law insights exploded in his mind!