119: I am the source of all things. All things begin with me. All things can prove me.

As soon as Qin Wangchuan finished speaking, the entire Dao 場 erupted in an uproar.

“Taichu Burial God Sword?!”

“Is it really the Taichu Burial God Sword?”

“Can something like this really be brought out? Are they not just toying with us?”

“He is Ninth Young Lord Qin, he definitely wouldn't!”

The Dao 場 immediately buzzed with discussion, and everyone's faces were filled with disbelief.

The Qin Family's Heavenly Sword - Myriad Tribulations was a sword technique Qin Taiyi had comprehended after observing the Li Family's Heavenly Sword and enduring millions of mortal tribulations.

In comparison, the Taichu Burial God Sword was merely a casual strike he had comprehended after thousands of years of secluded meditation.

Although it was also extraordinary, it certainly couldn't compare to Heavenly Sword - Myriad Tribulations.

As for why the Taichu Burial God Sword was more famous, it was all due to one person—

Qin Wudao.

Qin Wudao loved to use this technique, and when he performed it, he didn't even need a sword; a flick of his finger was enough to unleash this strike that could sever star rivers.

At this moment, a middle-aged Cultivator in purple robes suddenly stood up, his voice booming.

“Ninth Young Master, forgive my bluntness, but such a precious secret art, is it truly being taught unconditionally? Are there no terms or requirements?”

Everyone looked up to see that this person was a teacher from Qianfeng Academy.

He usually loved collecting sword techniques and sword arts, and at this moment, after hearing about the Taichu Burial God Sword, he was overwhelmed with excitement.

With this question, some people suddenly understood.

“That's right, such a good thing being shared must have conditions.”

Thinking this, their gazes grew fervent again.

Even if there were conditions, if they could obtain this secret art, they might also be able to sweep through the Three Thousand Dao Provinces like Qin Wudao!

“There are no conditions,” Qin Wangchuan said, surprising everyone again, his voice calm, “Today is only for imparting the Dao, and the Family has fully agreed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, another young Cultivator couldn't help but stand up: “But... what if someone learns it and then surpasses you? Aren't you afraid...?”

The Dao 場 instantly fell silent, everyone holding their breath, awaiting Qin Wangchuan's reply.

He merely chuckled, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes: “Afraid?”

Qin Wangchuan slowly stood up, his Dragon-patterned black robe moving without wind, a dormant True Dragon swimming within the folds of his garment.

“The Great Dao is boundless, but many are its seekers.”

His gaze was like a torch, sweeping over every astonished or skeptical face in the audience, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on his lips.

“Not only am I not afraid, I will also give you all time and methods to catch up, until you can no longer see me in the distance.”

“This is the first time, but it will certainly not be the last.”

“The next Dao discussion will be held at the Qin Family.”

As his voice fell, the entire Dao 場 was utterly silent.

Everyone looked up at this young man, as if seeing a figure they could never hope to reach.

“By then, all the Dao, methods, zither, and swords I have comprehended can be taught without reservation.”

“However—what will be taught then will no longer be some Family secret art, but the methods I have created and modified.”

Chu Wujiu couldn't help but stand up, his expression puzzled: “Why do this? It should be of no benefit to you at all...”

Qin Wangchuan chuckled at his words, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes:

“No benefit?”

“Not necessarily.”

He slowly walked towards the edge of the Dao Platform: “To make all Cultivators in the world take me as their goal, chasing day and night—”

“Isn't this the greatest benefit?”

“The whole world is urging me forward!”

The Dao 場 immediately erupted in an uproar.

Ye Jianwei stood smiling, she would support whatever decision her Young Master made.

Luo Lingxi covered her lips with a soft gasp, and even the usually composed Li Qingluan's expression shifted slightly.

Qin Wangchuan was so conceited... but on second thought, he certainly had the qualifications to be conceited.

Excluding those Physiques, if one thought carefully, such a young man, so tender in age, was already a four-Cultivator of zither, methods, sword, and body.

“As for the purpose...” Qin Wangchuan's voice suddenly deepened at this point, and he sat back down, his gaze sweeping over every Prodigy present: “This is my Dao.”

“The Dao where all methods return to their source, and all beings find their dwelling.”

“But all methods cannot return to a single source, so I thought of a solution—”

“For me to become the source.”

“Based on the wisdom of the ancients, starting with public Legacy, gradually building a new ‘source’.”

“All methods begin with me, and all Dao can prove me.”

As Qin Wangchuan's words fell, the entire Dao 場 fell into a strange silence.

Different shades of shock appeared on the faces of every Prodigy.

Yun Zexuan's fingers unconsciously rubbed the shattered compass, his murmur particularly clear in the silence: “All methods return to their source... so that's how it is...”

“What a ‘myriad Dao proving me’...” Ye Lingchuan lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yan Wujin's Battle Intent surged in his eyes: “What gibberish are they babbling about, I don't understand! But the grudge of one punch, I will definitely repay it next time!”

Among the female Cultivators, Luo Lingxi lightly covered her vermilion lips with her delicate hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, murmuring with a mix of a smile and a sigh: “Your Dao path is so vast, and mine...”

Xiao Hongling stood quietly in the distance, watching this scene; at this moment, she was terrifyingly calm.

“Qin Wangchuan can still become stronger, truly terrifying... It's a good thing I didn't make a move then.”

Li Qingluan looked at Qin Wangchuan, who was eloquently speaking on the Dao Platform, and felt an even greater sigh of admiration.

“He has grown this much... walking on the path of proving the Dao.”

The one with the biggest reaction was still Chu Wujiu.

Chu Wujiu's eyes were wide open, and he was trembling slightly at this moment—not from fear, but from a kind of excitement!

“Have you already gone so far...” he muttered to himself, then suddenly turned and began to leave.

When he reappeared, he already had something in his hand.

“Since Ninth Young Master Qin is doing this, I can't just stand by.”

“I just consulted the Family, this is my Chu Family's secret art—Battle Intent Furnace.”

Chu Wujiu threw the item over, and Qin Wangchuan caught it with one hand, his expression somewhat surprised.

“It's a censored version; without my Chu Family Bloodline, you can't cultivate it to the highest level, but it's enough.”

“Today, Dao methods are widely taught.”

“My Family's Sword Seal can be practiced by all Sword Cultivators in the world, however, I can go on stage and teach some of the key techniques,” Li Qingluan said indifferently, completely in a supportive, joining manner.

“Quick! Go call people!” At the end of the Dao Platform, a white-haired Elder hurriedly pulled a Disciple over and instructed him, his voice distorted.

The Disciple beside him looked bewildered: “Elder, call... call who?”

“Idiot!” The Elder stomped his foot in frustration, pointing at Qin Wangchuan in the center of the Dao 場, “Can't you see? The secret arts of the Qin Family, Chu Family, and Li Family are all being spread! Call as many as you can!”

Only then did the Disciple realize, and he turned to rush out, but the Elder grabbed him: “Wait! First notify the Sect Master, then call all your Senior Brothers! Hurry!”

Not far away, another Family Head had already crushed a communication Jade Slip: “All Disciples in the city, immediately put down what you are doing and come quickly to the Great Yan Dynasty!”

His voice trembled, “Remember, it's everyone!”

Even more exaggerated was the purple-robed teacher from Qianfeng Academy, who was now frantically scattering communication Talismans into the air, each Talisman paper transforming into a streak of light and dispersing in all directions.

He shouted as he threw them: “All Cultivators under five hundred years old in the Academy, come immediately to the Great Yan Dynasty! Immediately!”

Similar scenes were constantly playing out throughout the Dao 場.

Some Elders directly conjured flying Magic Treasures and rushed out, some Family Disciples crushed life-saving Jade Talismans on the spot to send messages, and there were even a few Sect Heads of small Schools who directly tore open spatial scrolls and personally went to pick people up.

The entire Dao 場 was in chaos, but not because of fighting, but because of—Opportunity! An unprecedented Opportunity!

Those Cultivators who reacted slowly only realized what was happening when they saw everyone around them frantically sending messages, and they, too, suddenly woke up, pulling out their communication Magical Artifacts.

For a time, spiritual light shot out in all directions above the Dao 場, with various communication methods emerging endlessly, creating a spectacular scene.

And the instigator of all this—Qin Wangchuan, merely stood quietly in the center of the Dao Platform, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

“It seems there are still people coming, no worries, we will wait.”

“Let's have a simple Dao discussion first. I've already spoken of my Dao, who wants to speak of their own Dao?”

“I will!” Yan Wujin suddenly stood up: “My Dao is very simple—”

“I alone am supreme! The Dao where all under heaven submit!”