174: Chapter 174 The Unique Primordial Void Belonging Only to Himeko

Little Ji Zi didn't understand what his father was saying, only nodding in a daze.

The Void Emperor looked at him, his eyes full of expectation. "I will not let you learn the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture. However, you can observe and use it as a reference, absorbing what you can use from it. Then, forge your own path."

That was the last teaching his father left him. Shortly after, his father sealed him within Divine Source, facing the Supremes in those Forbidden Zones alone, never to return.

Ji Zi's eyes reddened slightly. Father, I understand. I finally understand what you meant.

He closed his eyes, then snapped them open.

In that instant, his aura changed.

It was no longer just the Legacy of the Void Emperor's Bloodline, no longer an imitation of the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture, but a brand-new power that belonged uniquely to him.

Within that power was the depth of the Void Realm, the weight of reality, the inclusiveness of Hunyuan, and the transformative metamorphosis he had undergone over the past three days under the guidance of those lords.

Hunyuan Void. This was the name he gave to his Cultivation Technique.

Using his father's Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture as a Foundation, he integrated his own insights into the Void Realm, the teachings of those lords, and the transformative metamorphosis from the past three days.

His figure vanished from the spot once again.

Great Void Technique.

But this time, it was completely different from before. His figure was no longer just fast; it became ethereal and illusory, as if existing between being and non-being.

Ye Fan's pupils constricted suddenly. He could sense Ji Zi's position, but that sensation was vague and chaotic, as if Ji Zi existed in multiple places simultaneously, yet also nowhere at all.

He gritted his teeth and threw a punch, the golden fist radiance tearing through the air, heading straight for Ji Zi's figure.

The fist passed right through that figure.

It wasn't an evasion, nor a block, but—passing through. His senses told him that the figure was like something transparent, illusory, as if it didn't exist at all.

What his fist struck was merely an afterimage, an illusion.

Ye Fan's expression changed.

Ji Zi's figure emerged on the other side, striking a palm toward the center of Ye Fan's back.

Ye Fan turned to block, but his palm also passed through the figure. The moment he touched it, the figure rippled like a reflection in water and then vanished.

The real attack came from the side.

"Bang—!"

Ye Fan was hit by a palm strike, his body staggering a few steps to the side.

He stabilized himself and turned to look; Ji Zi was standing several yards away, his hands forming Seals, his entire body emitting a strange aura.

Within that aura was the depth of the Void Realm, the inclusiveness of Hunyuan, and a power he couldn't understand.

"What is this?" Ye Fan's voice was filled with shock.

Ji Zi looked at him, a trace of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. "My own path. Hunyuan Void."

Around the arena, everyone was so shocked by this scene that they were speechless.

The Disciples stared wide-eyed at Ji Zi's ethereal figure and at Ye Fan's fists passing through the air time and again, their faces full of disbelief.

"What secret technique is the Imperial Son using?"

"It's not a secret technique, it's a Cultivation Technique! It's the Imperial Son's own Cultivation Technique!"

"How is that possible? He only woke up three days ago! He created a new Cultivation Technique in just three days?"

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family stood at the edge of the arena, his face full of shock. He watched Ji Zi's ethereal figure and the attacks that existed between being and non-being, his whole body trembling.

That wasn't the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture.

That wasn't the Great Void Technique. That was something that belonged to Ji Zi himself. It was a brand-new Cultivation Technique he had realized from the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture, drawn from the Great Void Technique, and created from his own insights.

He was creating a new Cultivation Technique. A youth who had only been awake for three days was creating his own Cultivation Technique in the middle of a battle.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family's eyes turned red. "Ancestor, do you see this? Your child is more outstanding than anyone. He has forged his own path, a path that belongs to him."

Ji Haoyue stood beside his father, watching the battle on the arena, his heart churning with unspeakable emotions. The Imperial Son had created his own Cultivation Technique.

In battle, in the duel against the Ancient Desolate Saint Body, he had surpassed himself. And what about him? He cultivated the Cultivation Technique passed down through generations of the Ji Family and used the innate power of his God Body. He had never thought about forging his own path.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. From today on, he would change too. No longer relying on his God Body, no longer relying on the Cultivation Technique passed down from his ancestors, he would rely on his own strength to forge his own path.

In the Undying Mountain, Chu Tianjiao watched the image in the Water Mirror, a flash of surprise in his eyes, which then turned into admiration.

"Well done, Ji Zi."

He set down his teacup and clapped lightly. "To actually be able to realize the Dao of Chaos from the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture I left behind back then, integrate the Profound Truth of the Void Realm, and create his own Cultivation Technique. This Comprehension Ability and talent are not inferior to his father's."

Xiao Nannan leaned against him, looking at the suppressed golden figure in the Water Mirror, her eyes full of heartache. "Teacher, is Big Brother going to lose?"

Chu Tianjiao shook his head. "Not necessarily. That kid Ye Fan isn't one to admit defeat so easily. However, Ji Zi has indeed given him a good lesson."

He paused, looking at Ye Fan's solemn face in the Water Mirror, a smile appearing on his lips.

"This is for the best. Letting him see the power of those top prodigies will give him greater motivation to create his own Dao and his own Cultivation Technique. The Ancient Desolate Saint Body cannot rely solely on fists; he needs something of his own."

Xiao Nannan looked at her brother's disheveled state in the Water Mirror and finally gave a soft sigh. "Big Brother's cultivation is just too slow. He definitely won't lose next time."

Chu Tianjiao smiled and rubbed her head. "Right. He definitely won't lose next time."

On the arena, Ye Fan had fallen into an unprecedented predicament.

He was completely unable to distinguish Ji Zi's attacks.

Every time he thought he had landed a hit, his fist passed through the air; every time he thought he had blocked, the real attack came from the other side. That feeling was like fighting a ghost—visible, but untouchable.

He gritted his teeth, throwing punch after punch. The golden fist radiance illuminated the entire arena, yet it could never touch that ethereal figure.

Ji Zi's attacks landed on him one after another—palm prints, fist prints, finger prints—dense like a storm.

Ye Fan's body was trembling, blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth, and his steps were retreating. But he didn't fall; he remained standing, still fighting.

Ji Zi's figure shuttled through the Void Realm, every move carrying the depth of the Void Realm and the power of reality.

He looked at Ye Fan's disheveled yet unyielding state, a flash of respect in his eyes. This person was truly strong. Not strong in power, but strong in will.

But he didn't stop. He wanted to win.

This was his first battle after emerging into the world, and he wanted to use this victory to tell his father, those lords, and everyone—that he could do it.

He could forge his own path, he could become stronger, and he could become the person his father expected him to be.