419: Chapter 419 Three Paths United, is this some kind of ancestor who has risen from the dead?

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is a must-have for modern transmigrators walking the path of an evil Cultivator, so Zhou Yan had flipped through his Artifact Refining Legacy to see if he could find it.

Although he had already established his Dao Heart and it was impossible for him to do such beastly things, it wouldn't hurt to make a blank one for his collection.

After checking, Zhou Yan realized that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner had essentially become a lost art for various reasons.

Putting aside other factors, its most important structural principle was simply unachievable now.

It was fundamentally based on the Souls of a massive number of living beings, generating immense Karma and Karma through extreme pain and torture, and exchanging the burden of that Karma for the Magic Treasure's extremely high output.

But the Soul Banners currently held by Soul Cultivators were basically filled by slowly collecting Souls after defeating Cultivators or Yao Beasts themselves; collecting random Souls would even lower the treasure's upper limit.

To some extent, it was no different from using a Poké Ball to catch a pet.

As for other types of Ten Thousand Soul Banners—specifically the standardized versions produced in the Eastern Region—those were byproducts refined through mass self-sacrifice or mass slaughter, and had no actual connection to Karma or Karma.

After all, the people of the Eastern Region had turned it into an industry; they couldn't possibly be that unprofessional.

Thus, aside from desperate outlaws, truly no one dared to mess with the Ten Thousand Soul Banner anymore.

Times had changed; what was the difference between carrying such heavy Karma and being a walking experience point farm?

Even demonic Cultivators killed each other most ruthlessly, treating them as painless tools to erase Karma.

If forcing people into depravity didn't also incur Karma, the Eastern Region Cultivators might have even built a 'Ten Thousand Soul Banner Cultivator Farming Machine' and opened another production line.

Tossing these thoughts aside, Zhou Yan looked at the ancient-method Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand and grew puzzled.

It was said that the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains were chaotic, and the Myriad Law Domain was called the Little Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Could I have arrived near the Myriad Law Domain?

But that's not right; didn't Wu Dahai say there was a Dynasty here? That sounds like a large place, and he called it Eastern Victorious Divine Continent.

Could I have come to some Small World?

If it's a Small World, it wouldn't be impossible for an ancient-method Ten Thousand Soul Banner to appear; after all, Small Worlds are full of 'talents,' and maybe one just happened to pop up.

But what the hell is up with this Old Daoist Priest? He has a bunch of 'Pinduoduo-tier' Cultivation Techniques on him; he's like a Daoist, a monk, and a Loose Cultivator all at once. How did he even reach Foundation Establishment, and such a weak Foundation Establishment at that?

Clearly, the development rate of Small Worlds is basically 99.9%, with only a tiny fraction being uncivilized data, so everyone should be Cultivating the new methods uniformly.

Then what's with this guy's shit-tier Cultivation method?

Between his dao body not being activated and the massive information overload upon arrival, Zhou Yan went offline again.

This gave the Old Daoist Priest, who had been kicked away, a chance to seize the moment. His palm glowed with a dark light as he struck out, intending to sneak attack Zhou Yan.

Seeing this, Wu Dahai hurriedly shouted at Zhou Yan.

"Great Hero, watch out! That Old Daoist Priest... ah!"

Halfway through the shout, the Old Daoist Priest pointed a finger with a distorted expression, blasting Wu Dahai away. The latter fell heavily and lost consciousness.

Then, the Old Daoist Priest struck down with all his might, a one-meter-wide palm print hurtling toward the dazed Zhou Yan.

This scene caused Third Brother Chen to gasp. He gripped the golden needle in his palm, his eyes turning fierce as he prepared to throw it.

But the Old Daoist Priest was clearly faster; before he could throw it, the palm print had already arrived.

The moment the palm print hit Zhou Yan, the Primordial Unity effect of his dao body activated.

The grime on his exterior, the disguised sickly Qi on his body, and his ordinary aura vanished in an instant.

Zhou Yan's body was once again unstained by dust, and his handsome face and dark-gold eyes were revealed.

Zhou Yan's magic power surged continuously, erupting in an instant like a suppressed flood.

Zhou Yan's Sea of Consciousness cleared as he woke up completely, his brain returning to normal operation. He looked up to see the Old Daoist Priest staring at him in horror, with his old claw still pressed against his arm.

He casually swung his hand and threw a palm strike. As a result of this single strike, the somewhat dim sky instantly brightened, as if returning to broad daylight.

Even the clouds were scattered, leaving the sky incredibly clear and the air much fresher.

Witnessing all this, Third Brother Chen's pupils shook violently, and his mouth hung wide open.

Because he saw a great rift valley beside them that stretched straight to the horizon, with no end in sight.

And that rift valley had been a great mountain just two breaths ago.

Not only was Third Brother Chen too shocked to speak, but even Zhou Yan himself was stunned.

He recalled the stupid thing he had just done and felt a bit annoyed; after all, he should have killed a guy like that immediately before studying him slowly.

But he had stopped to think instead. Fortunately, his strength was decent; otherwise, what if he had messed up?

So when he subconsciously swung his palm, Zhou Yan added a bit more force, just casually putting in his full effort for a moment.

The result was that he had literally erased the landscape like an eraser on a sketch, carving out a rift valley without the slightest feeling of resistance; it was incredibly smooth.

In fact, if he had continued his output, this rift valley could have gone even further and deeper.

At the same time, his Karma subtly decreased by a sliver, making him afraid to continue and causing him to quickly pull back his hand.

But after he pulled back, where was the Old Daoist Priest?

At this point, forget being smeared on the ground—if there were even particles left in the air, it would mean this rift valley wasn't impressive enough.

Thus, the Old Daoist Priest had truly suffered a Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

But it wasn't over yet. As his dao body restarted, Zhou Yan's power erupted completely, as if out of control.

It was like a caged bird returning to the high heavens, or a stallion cramped in a stable galloping across the plains again.

The Human Path merit golden wheel emerged behind his head, his eyes shone brilliantly, and even the Incense Qi that Zhou Yan rarely showed joined the spectacle, making an appearance.

"Imm... Immortal?"

"This is a true Immortal!"

The resentment on Third Brother Chen's face vanished completely, replaced only by excitement and reverence. He knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly while shouting "Immortal."

Meanwhile, Zhou Yan was now feeling overwhelmed.

For some reason, his power had suddenly gone full throttle, and this power was even half a percent stronger than when he had first comprehended the three Laws.

Zhou Yan felt that he was now no different from an ordinary Soul Transformation Cultivator, save for that final Realm he had yet to cross.

"But this isn't right! The three Laws have already undergone a qualitative change. Even if I hadn't adapted then, I shouldn't have gained half a percent just by adapting."

"This is too much. Not to mention I just woke up and my head is still groggy; shouldn't I be weaker instead?"

Ignoring everything else, Zhou Yan's awakened, massive Divine Sense had already covered the entire mountain range and was still spreading.

He clearly sensed several faint auras approaching from a great distance, almost entering the range of his Divine Sense.

Unsure of where exactly this hellhole was, Zhou Yan didn't dare be arrogant. He retracted all his special effects, summoned a gust of wind, and fled into the distance with the unconscious Wu Dahai and the kowtowing Third Brother Chen.

Even the mountain he had destroyed regained its vitality under the manipulation of Zhou Yan's Law of Creation. However, there wasn't enough time, so it could only remain as a valley terrain in the future.

Before leaving, Zhou Yan looked at the valley with a bit of heartache.

He wasn't hurting for anything else, mainly for the Old Daoist Priest's Storage Pouch.

Although the guy was incredibly weak—Zhou Yan would call him the weakest Foundation Establishment ever—the old geezer seemed to have real treasures. Just the Ten Thousand Soul Banner alone was quite rare.

Thinking about how he had erased the person, the Storage Pouch, and the terrain behind them all at once, Zhou Yan felt more and more pained.

Previously, he had to use a full combo including the Power of Law to achieve such an effect. How was a casual swing this powerful now?

Even if I'm stronger than I was then, a basic attack shouldn't be this ridiculous, right?

Fifteen minutes after Zhou Yan left.

Inside the now-deserted cave, a middle-aged man in ornate robes appeared, along with an elderly man who looked like a Daoist and someone who looked like a civil official.

"What on earth happened here?" The robed man's eyes were filled with terror and rage as he looked at the cave's condition. He felt the residual aura, but the more he investigated, the more terrified he became.

The civil official's face was pale. Covered in cold sweat, he reported tremulously.

"City Lord, this... this humble official does not know either."

"There were clearly only the auras of three Mortals and one Foundation Establishment evil Cultivator here. It didn't look like any great expert was present at all, let alone one who could casually unleash such an attack."

"And that valley is even stranger. It clearly shows signs of being destroyed, yet it looks like it has grown naturally for ten years, with a stable ecosystem already in place."

After speaking, he wiped his cold sweat with his sleeve, his trembling hands betraying his distress.

The City Lord took a deep breath and could only pin all his hopes on the elderly Daoist.

This elderly Daoist was also quite extraordinary; compared to that guy calling himself the Old Man Jiuyou, he looked much more like a refined Immortal.

But at this moment, his usually kind and approachable face held only shock.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

"There's the Deification aura of my Dao Sect, the aura of national destiny, and even the merit Qi of the Buddhist Sect. How could they all be concentrated in one person!"

"And this power... could this power mean some Venerable has descended?"

"Or even... an Immortal?"

"No, no, absolutely impossible. The path to immortality has clearly been severed. How could there still be an Immortal in this world!"

"But among the existing Venerables, clearly none can gather these three powers simultaneously. Could it be someone who just broke through?"

The elderly Daoist spoke faster and louder, even plucking out a few beard hairs in his agitation.

Just as the City Lord was about to urge him to calm down, the elderly Daoist suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"City Lord, there's no time to lose. Report to Your Majesty immediately! Say that a mysterious Void Refining Venerable has likely arrived in Yongzhou City!"

After speaking, he lost his strength and could only stare helplessly at the massive valley, murmuring softly.

"Three Paths as One, which family's Old Ancestor just came back to life?"