Chapter 312

Wang Ping sat cross-legged beneath the broken cliff, his five hearts facing heaven, beginning to circulate the Five Elements Divine Light Nascent Soul chapter cultivation method.

As soon as he guided it, the surrounding dense immortal spirit qi, as if finding an outlet, surged toward him wildly. That pale golden gas was heavier than the spirit qi of the Spirit Realm by more than tenfold; each strand entering his body felt like molten lava flowing through his meridians.

"Ugh!"

Wang Ping let out a muffled groan, and fine sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. He clearly felt that his meridians, tempered by heavenly tribulation and supposed to be extremely tough, under the washing of these immortal spirit qi, actually had a faint sensation of distension, pain, and tearing.

The chaotic five elements Nascent Soul in his dantian also trembled slightly, as if somewhat "unaccustomed" to this sudden high-grade energy.

But he did not stop; instead, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

After the Nascent Soul stage, the Five Elements Divine Light cultivation method was no longer merely a simple spirit power circulation route; it also contained the ultimate principle of the five elements' circulation and mutual generation and restriction.

At this moment, under the impact of the immortal spirit qi, the cultivation method autonomously operated and accelerated, and five-colored light and radiance flickered uncertainly within his body.

The red fire-element spirit power reacted first—the true fire of the sun's origin in the depths of his dantian twitched slightly, displaying a strong "yearning" for the incoming immortal spirit qi.

Following closely, the green wood-element spirit power, white metal-element spirit power, yellow earth-element spirit power, and blue water-element spirit power were successively guided, forming within Wang Ping's body a miniature five-element circulation grand formation.

The five-colored spirit powers circulated endlessly, diverting, diluting, and transforming the surging violent immortal spirit qi.

And at the very core, the point of chaotic star xuán on the chest of the chaotic five elements Nascent Soul was now rotating at an unprecedented speed. All immortal spirit qi that had undergone preliminary refinement by the five-element circulation would ultimately be sucked into this chaotic star xuán.

The grayish star xuán was like an unceasing millstone, grinding, decomposing, and reorganizing the pale golden immortal spirit qi bit by bit.

Time flowed bit by bit.

Wang Ping's aura, which had begun with violent fluctuations, gradually stabilized. The five-colored light and radiance flowing on his body surface became ever more round and natural, faintly showing a tendency to transition into chaotic gray. And the injuries caused by traversing and impact, nourished by the immortal spirit qi, were healing at a visible speed.

Three days and three nights.

When Wang Ping opened his eyes again, the light in his pupils contained brilliance; the five-colored light and radiance flashed and vanished, ultimately turning into a profound chaotic gray.

He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi. That qi, upon leaving his body three feet, actually condensed and did not disperse, forming a stream of pale golden qi mixed with five-colored light points, which lasted for a full ten breaths before completely dissipating.

"What domineering immortal spirit qi." Wang Ping murmured, feeling the surging power within his body.

Merely three days of initial adaptation and cultivation, he not only recovered from his injuries but also made great progress in his cultivation. The early Nascent Soul realm was completely stabilized, and he even took a solid step toward the middle stage.

More importantly, he felt that the essence of his spirit power had undergone a subtle change—under the transformation of the chaotic star xuán, those strands of immortal spirit qi, after being refined, actually imparted a faint "immortal rhythm" to his five-element spirit power.

Although still far from the true "Chaotic Immortal Origin," this was undoubtedly a good beginning.

Wang Ping stood up, moved his muscles and bones. His bones throughout his body emitted crisp sounds, and every inch of his flesh contained greater strength than before.

With a slight thought, the five-colored divine light flowed at his fingertips; that light was more substantial and more lively than when he was in the Spirit Realm.

"It seems, with this three-to-one time flow rate, plus this immortal spirit qi environment, my cultivation speed can at least increase by more than five times."

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with a thoughtful color, "However, this place is unknown and dangerous; I cannot remain in seclusion here forever."

He raised his head to gaze upon this Qingming Heavenly Realm.

The sky remained that strange bluish-white color, but in some areas, one could see seven-colored rosy light flowing—this was the natural dispersion and formation of celestial phenomena when immortal spirit qi reached a certain concentration.

The earth was covered with cracks; distant broken mountains and faint outlines of buildings stood silently, as if recounting ancient tragedy.

Wang Ping extended his divine sense, cautiously probing the surroundings.

The divine sense of an early Nascent Soul cultivator, in the Spirit Realm, could cover a hundred miles. But in this Qingming Heavenly Realm, affected by the chaotic laws in space and the dense immortal spirit qi, his probing range was compressed to less than thirty miles.

Moreover, the information sensed by his divine sense was also blurred, as if separated by a thin gauze.

"The spatial structure and laws of this place are vastly different from the Spirit Realm." Wang Ping's heart grew even more wary, "I must proceed step by step."

He chose a direction—toward a relatively intact broken mountain in the distance. Although the mountain body was broken in the middle, its lower part was well preserved, and the mountain was relatively high, suitable for ascending to look far and observe the surrounding environment.

Wang Ping did not rashly fly. In this fragment of the immortal realm, there might be invisible spatial rifts or law turbulence in the air.

He chose to proceed on foot, each step taken with extreme caution, his divine sense spreading like mercury poured on the ground, probing every inch of land ahead.

The ground was dark grayish-brown, the soil containing faint immortal spirit qi. Wang Ping had walked over a li when he discovered the first anomaly—ten zhang ahead, there were several deep claw marks on the ground.

The claw marks were three zhang wide and over one zhang deep, their edges smooth as a mirror, as if instantly cut by something extremely sharp.

Within the claw marks lingered a faint trace of spirit power fluctuation bearing a violent aura; this fluctuation shared the same origin as immortal spirit qi but was even more violent.

"Living beings have been active here." Wang Ping crouched down, carefully examining the claw marks, "Judging by the residual aura, their strength is at least equivalent to early Nascent Soul, and…… they seem to possess some special attribute."

He continued forward, even more cautiously.

After walking about ten li, ahead appeared a relatively flat open space. The ground was scattered with stones of various sizes, and between the stones grew some peculiar plants—these were a kind of entirely crystalline, crystal-carved-like small shrubs, with seven-colored light halos flowing between their branches and leaves.

"Immortal spirit plants?" Wang Ping's heart stirred, but he did not rashly approach.

In the Spirit Realm's classics, he had read that some places with high concentrations of spirit qi would nurture special spirit plants. And these plants in the immortal realm fragments, nourished by immortal spirit qi for hundreds of millions of years, might have undergone unimaginable changes.

Indeed, just as Wang Ping was about to detour around this crystal shrub thicket, a sudden change occurred!

"Roar—!"

A deafening roar came from deep within the shrub thicket! That roar contained terrifying sound wave attacks, causing the surrounding air to ripple and the ground's gravel to tremble!

Wang Ping's pupils contracted sharply, and his figure violently retreated ten zhang!

Almost at the same time as his retreat, a black shadow lunged out from the shrub thicket!

That black shadow moved with astonishing speed, leaving an afterimage in the air, its sharp claws directly aiming for Wang Ping's face!

"So fast!"

Wang Ping's heart tightened; he joined his right hand's fingers like a sword, and a brilliant golden sword gang instantly slashed out!

White Tiger Slaughter Divine Sword Gang!

This metal-element killing dao technique, obtained as a reward from the Heaven-Reaching Tower, when driven by Wang Ping's Nascent Soul cultivation, had power more than ten times greater than during the Golden Core stage! The sword gang condensed into substance, pure gold throughout, its edges flowing with the sharp dao rhythm that cuts through everything, meeting the lunging black shadow!

Clang—!

The loud sound of metal striking metal exploded!

The sword gang struck the black shadow's claws, actually bursting out a string of dazzling sparks! The black shadow felt pain, let out an even more furious roar, and, using the force, flipped backward and landed on the ground.

Only now did Wang Ping clearly see the full appearance of this attacker.

This was a creature resembling a fierce tiger but with three tails. Its body length exceeded three zhang, its shoulder height was one and a half zhang, its entire body covered in blue-gold scale armor, with pale golden flowing light wandering in the gaps between the scales. Its head resembled a tiger's, with a spiral-shaped horn growing on its forehead, the tip of the horn flashing with dangerous cold light.

Most remarkable were its eyes—those were a pair of pure gold vertical pupils, within which flames seemed to burn; wherever its gaze fell, the air twisted slightly.

Three tails swayed slowly behind it, each tail tip bearing bone spurs wrapped in different-colored energy—crimson, ice-blue, deep purple.

"This is… a demonic beast mutated by nourishment from immortal spirit aura?" Wang Ping swept it with his divine sense, his heart jolting, "The aura intensity rivals mid Nascent Soul! And the spirit power quality is extremely high, bearing clear immortal spirit traits!"

That three-tailed immortal spirit beast—tentatively called as such—was clearly enraged by Wang Ping's sword just now. It lowered its body, emitting a threatening growl from its throat, all three tails rising simultaneously, energy surging on the bone spurs at their tips!

The crimson tail tip ignited roaring flames—these flames were not mundane fire, but showed a faint golden hue—immortal spirit fire!

The ice-blue tail tip exuded freezing chill, the ground instantly condensing a layer of white frost—immortal spirit ice!

The deep purple tail tip crackled with lightning, space trembling faintly amidst the snaps—immortal spirit lightning!

Triple-attribute unity! And all attributes strengthened by immortal spirit aura!

Wang Ping's expression turned grave. This immortal spirit beast's strength absolutely cannot be underestimated. In this unfamiliar environment, engaging in a death struggle with such a beast comparable to mid Nascent Soul is not a wise move.

But the immortal spirit beast clearly does not intend to let him go.

"Roar!"

The roar rose again! The immortal spirit beast slammed its four claws onto the ground, the entire earth trembling! It transformed into a cyan-gold afterimage, lunging again! This time, all three tails swung simultaneously—flames, ice, and lightning forming a品-character formation that sealed off all of Wang Ping's retreat paths!

"Since I cannot avoid it, then fight!"

Fighting spirit rose in Wang Ping's eyes. Perfect—use this immortal spirit beast to test my strength in this immortal spirit environment!

"Five Phases Revolve, Divine Light Protects the Body!"

Five-colored radiance shot up into the sky, condensing around Wang Ping into a thick protective light shield. Five colors flowed on the shield, mutually generating and overcoming, faintly exuding a chaotic aura—this is the body-protection divine ability of the Nascent Soul chapter of《Five Phases Divine Light》, after integrating chaotic insight, its defense far surpasses ordinary Nascent Soul arts!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three attacks of flame, ice, and lightning struck the five-colored light shield almost simultaneously!

The shield violently trembled, the five-colored light flickering unstably, but ultimately held firm against the three attacks. Wang Ping only felt his spirit power depleted by about one-tenth, his heart slightly settling—this protective divine light's defense is stronger than I expected.

And at the moment the shield absorbed the attacks, Wang Ping counterattacked!

He formed a seal with his left hand, his right hand drawing in the void.

"Golden Yang Burns Heaven!"

A golden great sun phantom appeared above his head, scorching golden radiance illuminating all directions! This is a dual-attribute gold-fire Dao art, formidable even in the Spirit Realm, now displayed in this immortal spirit environment, the golden great sun even bearing a hint of pale golden immortal spirit flame trait!

The golden radiance struck the immortal spirit beast, its cyan-gold scales emitting a "hiss-hiss" scorching sound! The immortal spirit beast cried out in pain, a cyan-gold protective spirit light appearing on its surface to resist the golden radiance scorching.

But Wang Ping's attack was not yet finished.

"Great Yin Annihilation Cold Tide!"

Almost simultaneously with casting Golden Yang Burns Heaven, Wang Ping pressed his left hand to the ground! Deep blue Yin cold surged from his palm, instantly covering a thirty-zhang radius! Extreme cold contrasted sharply with Golden Yang's heat, the ice-and-fire dual-heaven environment causing the immortal spirit beast's movements to momentarily lag!

"Gravity Technique!"

Wang Ping's mind stirred again, earth-yellow spirit light spreading from him as center! A tenfold gravity field instantly enveloped the immortal spirit beast! Though this is merely an earth-assisting Dao art, now under Wang Ping's Nascent Soul cultivation and chaotic insight enhancement, the gravity field's range and strength greatly increased, the immortal spirit beast's lunge speed visibly slowing!

Three great Dao arts unleashed in coordination, actually temporarily suppressing this immortal spirit beast comparable to mid Nascent Soul!

But Wang Ping knew, this was not enough.

The immortal spirit beast's scale defense is extremely strong, plus it has an immortal spirit protective light shield—Golden Yang Burns Heaven and Great Yin Annihilation Cold Tide can only cause disturbance and minor wounds, not be fatal. And my spirit power consumption rate far exceeds that in the Spirit Realm.

Must settle this quickly!

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with a harsh light, hands forming seals before his chest.

Five-colored radiance gathered, compressed, fused in his palms…

Red, yellow, green, white, blue—Five Phases spirit power cycling endlessly, finally forming a path of grayish mist, its edges flowing with five-colored light halos.

This is his new insight into《Five Phases Divine Light》after condensing the chaotic Five Phases Nascent Soul—initially merging Five Phases Divine Light with chaotic insight, forming the prototype of "Chaotic Five Phases Divine Light"!

Though still imperfect, its power already far surpasses single Five Phases Divine Light!

"Go!"

Wang Ping gave a low shout, the grayish mist light from his palm shooting forth!

That light's speed was not fast, yet it carried a Dao韵 of "lock-on," "certain to hit." Where it passed, space twisted slightly, ground rubble silently turning to powder!

The immortal spirit beast sensed the deadly threat, its three tails frantically swinging, immortal spirit fire, ice, and lightning pouring out without restraint, laying three layers of defense before it!

But useless.

The grayish mist light pierced through the three defenses like a hot knife through butter, precisely striking the horn on the immortal spirit beast's forehead!

Crack—!

A crisp shattering sound rang out!

The immortal spirit beast's extremely hard spiral horn, from tip inward, shattered inch by inch! Agony made it emit a mournful howl, its whole body rolling backward, smashing through dozens of crystal bushes before stopping.

Wang Ping did not pursue, but swiftly withdrew, opening distance, while swallowing a Returning Yuan Pill to restore spirit power.

He warily stared at the immortal spirit beast. Though that strike heavily wounded it, the beast's aura had not weakened much, instead becoming more ferocious from injury.

Sure enough, the immortal spirit beast struggled to its feet, golden blood trickling from the broken horn tip. Its pair of golden vertical pupils locked dead onto Wang Ping, the flames in its pupils nearly about to burst forth.

The next moment, anomaly reborn!

The immortal spirit beast's cyan-gold scales suddenly blazed with blinding light! Within that light, countless fine runes flowed—those were naturally condensed immortal Dao runes!

"This is… an innate divine ability?!" Wang Ping's heart sank.

Only saw the immortal spirit beast raise its head and let out a long howl, immortal spirit aura frantically gathering around it! Its body visibly expanded by a circle, aura rising step by step, actually temporarily breaking through to late Nascent Soul level!

The energy on the three tails also underwent qualitative change: flames shifted from pale gold to pure gold, ice condensed into ice-crystal phoenix phantoms, lightning transformed into a coiling lightning dragon!

"Not good!" Wang Ping's face drastically changed.

This immortal spirit beast clearly intends to fight to the death! At my current state, hard-resisting a late Nascent Soul-level innate divine ability, victory uncertain, even if victorious it would be a pyrrhic win.

Escape?

The thought just arose, the immortal spirit beast's attack already arrived!

Three tails simultaneously slammed heavily onto the ground!

Boom—boom—boom—!

The earth cracked, three terrifying attacks sweeping along the ground toward Wang Ping! Golden sea of fire, ice crystal storm, thunderous fury—three-attribute fusion attack, sealing off all evasion space!

No escape!

Wang Ping gritted his teeth, pouring all remaining spiritual power into his divine body light, while the Heaven-Overturning Seal flew from his dantian, transforming into a yellow earth giant shield before him!

His natal magic treasure, the Heaven-Overturning Seal, had already fully fused with his nascent soul after he condensed it, and its quality rose accordingly. Combined with the various precious earth-system materials previously fused, it had now advanced to mid-grade spiritual treasure, its defensive power greatly increased.

But the power of the immortal spirit beast's all-out strike far exceeded expectations.

Boom——!!!

The terrifying explosion flattened everything within a hundred zhang radius! Crystal shrubs turned to powder, the ground was shaved three zhang deep! Smoke and dust shot into the sky, blotting out the sun!

In the smoke and dust, a figure was flung backward, slamming into a distant cliff, carving a deep human-shaped depression.

It was Wang Ping.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the light of his "Heavenly Cicada Spirit Silk Armor" dimming, cracks appearing across it. His divine body light had long shattered, the Heaven-Overturning Seal shrunk back to his dantian to nourish. If not for this inner armor bestowed by his master, that strike would likely have taken half his life.

"A mid-stage Nascent Soul immortal spirit beast, fighting desperately, actually possesses such power……" Wang Ping struggled to his feet, gazing toward the explosion's center.

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.

The immortal spirit beast's massive body lay on the ground, its breath weak. Its previous strike had clearly consumed its origin; now it lacked even the strength to rise, only able to gasp weakly, the fire in its golden vertical pupils dimming.

Both sides suffered grievous wounds.

Wang Ping wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes icy. He stepped step by step toward the immortal spirit beast, five-colored light gathering again in his palm.

The immortal spirit beast seemed to sense impending death, letting out an unwilling low roar, struggling to rise, but ultimately powerless.

Just as Wang Ping prepared to deliver the final blow, another change occurred!

At the fracture point of the immortal spirit beast's horn, a crystal the size of a pigeon's egg, its entire body woven with gold and azure, suddenly flew out! The crystal contained incomparably pure immortal spirit energy and life origin, clearly its core!

The crystal transformed into a stream of light, about to break through the void and flee!

"Trying to run?"

Wang Ping had long been prepared; the five-colored divine light coiled, firmly trapping the crystal. The crystal surged left and right within the divine light, yet could not break free.

And having lost the crystal, the immortal spirit beast let out a final mournful cry, its massive body rapidly withering and weathering, ultimately turning into a pile of ash, leaving only some scale armor and bone spur materials.

Wang Ping exhaled in relief, drawing the gold-azure crystal into his hand.

The crystal felt warm and moist upon contact, inside it a liquid-like energy flowed slowly. His divine sense probed within, sensing the pure immortal spirit energy and a strange life origin within.

"This should be the immortal spirit beast's 'Immortal Core,' similar to a demon beast's demon core, but of higher quality." A flash of joy crossed Wang Ping's eyes. "The immortal spirit energy it contains is extremely pure, and carries a life attribute—whether used for cultivation or alchemy and artifact forging, it is a rare treasure."

He carefully stored the Immortal Core, then examined the materials left by the immortal spirit beast. The scale armor was extremely hard, the bone spurs contained different attributes of immortal spirit energy—all excellent materials for artifact forging.

After the great battle, though he was badly wounded, his gains were also substantial.

Wang Ping found a secluded rock crevice, set up a minor Five Elements Concealment Formation plate, and began healing and recovery.

This time, he directly absorbed the pure immortal spirit energy from the Immortal Core. That energy was gentler and easier to absorb than the free-floating immortal spirit energy in the air. Under the transformation of the Chaotic Star Xuan, his wounds healed at an astonishing speed, and his cultivation steadily rose.

Seven days later.

Wang Ping walked out from the rock crevice, his wounds fully healed, his cultivation greatly advanced. He had absorbed about thirty percent of the Immortal Core's energy, the remainder prepared for later use.

He looked toward the distant broken mountain, continuing forward.

This time, he was more cautious. The danger level of the Azure Void Heavenly Realm far exceeded his previous estimates. Even an ordinary immortal spirit beast possessed such strength; if he encountered a stronger existence, or a pack of immortal spirit beasts, trouble would follow.

After traveling another hundred-plus li, he encountered several dangers along the way: a seemingly tranquil lake, its water containing terrifying corrosive energy; a valley with unstable space, where fine spatial rifts occasionally flickered; and a flock of flying immortal spirit beasts with strength ranging from Golden Core to early Nascent Soul, which Wang Ping chose to detour around.

Finally, on the fifteenth day of entering the Azure Void Heavenly Realm, Wang Ping reached the base of that broken mountain.

The mountain had been cleanly cut off at its waist, the upper half vanished, leaving only a base towering a thousand zhang high. The entire mountain displayed a strange blue-gray hue, its rocks extremely hard; Wang Ping tried cutting with his flying sword, leaving only faint white marks.

"This mountain stone…… seems to have also been long nourished by immortal spirit energy, undergoing a transformation." Wang Ping stroked the mountain body, feeling the weak immortal spirit fluctuations within.

He climbed upward along the mountain's slope.

At approximately eight hundred zhang in height, Wang Ping suddenly stopped.

On the cliff ahead, traces of artificial carving appeared—a broken stone staircase, about three zhang wide, though worn by endless ages, still faintly discernible.

"There are relics!" Wang Ping's spirit lifted.

Following the stone staircase upward, he soon discovered it led to a platform hidden behind the rock face. The platform spanned thirty zhang, its ground paved with even blue-gray stone slabs, between which faint light flowed, forming some profound pattern.

At the platform's end stood a half-collapsed stone gate. The gate was about five zhang tall, made of neither metal nor stone, presenting a warm jade-like luster, but its surface covered in cracks, the left gate collapsed inward, shattered into pieces.

Wang Ping approached the stone gate, reaching out to touch its jade-like material.

Cool to the touch, with a strange sense of affinity. Even more surprising, his body's Chaotic Five Elements Nascent Soul trembled slightly, transmitting a hint of longing.

"This material…… could it be the legendary 'Chaotic Immortal Jade'?" Wang Ping recalled an ancient text he had seen in the Ninth Dao Institute's Sutra Pavilion, "Chaotic Immortal Jade, a specialty of the immortal realm, contains the rhythm of the Chaotic Dao, one of the top materials for forging immortal artifacts. Even in the immortal realm, it is extremely rare."

The stone gate before him was actually built from Chaotic Immortal Jade! Though already damaged, its Dao rhythm largely lost, the remaining material was still a peerless treasure!

Wang Ping drew a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, warily passing through the stone gate into the relic's interior.

Beyond the gate was a downward-extending passage. The passage's walls were similarly built of Chaotic Immortal Jade, originally meant to bear murals or inscriptions, but now mostly peeled and damaged, leaving only blurred traces.

The passage was filled with dense immortal spirit energy, several times purer than outside. Wang Ping proceeded cautiously, his divine sense fully extended, probing every possible restriction or danger.

After walking about one li, the path ahead suddenly opened up.

It was a vast underground hall.

The hall stood a hundred zhang high, spanned over a thousand zhang, supported by twelve Chaotic Immortal Jade pillars each three zhang in diameter. Countless glowing crystals were inlaid in the ceiling, though most had dimmed, they still illuminated the hall.

The hall's layout was circular, with a high platform at its center, which seemed to have once held something, now empty. The surrounding walls preserved relatively intact large murals.

Wang Ping's attention was instantly captured by those murals.

He quickly stepped to the nearest wall, craning his neck to view.

The mural stood about thirty zhang tall, fifty zhang wide, painted with some strange pigment, having endured countless ages, yet its colors remained vivid. It depicted a world-shaking great battle.

The central figure was a towering silhouette wearing chaotic-colored robes, face indistinct, standing in the void, sun, moon, and stars orbiting around him, his left hand holding a Chaotic Great Seal, his right hand gripping a dim, grayish long sword. Even as a mere image in the mural, it radiated a supreme majesty that suppressed all heavens and stood alone through the ages.

"Chaotic Immortal King……" Wang Ping murmured. Though he had never seen him, his intuition told him this mural depicted the ancient legendary Chaotic Immortal King.

And facing the Chaotic Immortal King were countless twisted, ferocious, indescribable horrors. Some resembled giant worms devouring stars; some were like shadows eroding light; some were covered head to toe in eyes, each eye reflecting a different scene of destruction……

Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons!

The murals depict exactly the scene from the ancient era when the Chaos Immortal King led the immortals of the Immortal Realm in a decisive battle against the invading army of Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons!

The battle in the murals is brutal to the extreme. The Immortal King swings his sword, shattering rivers of stars; the Heavenly Demon tears with its claw, rending the Immortal Realm. Countless immortals fall in battle, turning into specks of starlight; countless Heavenly Demons are slain, dissipating into black smoke.

Wang Ping walks slowly along the wall, viewing one mural after another.

He sees the Chaos Immortal King setting up a heaven-shaking great formation, using the Immortal Realm's origin as a guide to trap and slaughter hundreds of millions of Heavenly Demons; he sees the twelve Immortal Venerables beneath the Immortal King's throne each displaying their divine powers, engaging in a blood battle with the sovereigns among the Heavenly Demons; he also sees the Immortal Realm constantly crumbling during the battle, fragments detaching from the main body and falling into the endless void...

Finally, the scene stops at the last mural.

It is the aftermath of the battle. The Chaos Immortal King and the three strongest "Primordial Ancestors" among the Heavenly Demons perish together, the Immortal Realm completely collapses, shattering into countless fragments. Before his fall, the Immortal King transforms his final power into twelve streams of flowing light, shooting toward different fragments of the Immortal Realm...

And the hall where Wang Ping is located, the murals faintly show, is precisely the direction where one of those streams of light fell.

"This place... is one of the traces left by the Chaos Immortal King?" Wang Ping's heart is shaken.

He walks to the front of the central platform. On the platform is a recess, the shape of which bears a seventy percent resemblance to the outline of the silver stone gate in his sea of consciousness!

"Could it be..." an astonishing guess arises in Wang Ping's heart.

But he has no time to ponder it deeply.

For as he views the murals, his inner Chaos Five Elements Nascent Soul produces an unprecedentedly intense resonance!

In his dantian, the Nascent Soul opens its eyes on its own, the Chaos Star Xuan in his chest spinning wildly! Strands of Chaos Dao Rhyme flow out from the murals, ignoring spatial distance, directly entering Wang Ping's body, being absorbed and refined by the Nascent Soul!

Wang Ping, blessed with sudden enlightenment, immediately sits cross-legged before the platform, his mind fully immersed in the Nascent Soul, wholeheartedly comprehending this Chaos Dao Rhyme from the ancient Immortal King.

Time loses its meaning at this moment.

Wang Ping seems to be placed in that ancient great war, personally witnessing the Chaos Immortal King displaying supreme divine powers. He sees how the Five Elements cycle and transform into Chaos, how Chaos differentiates and evolves into myriad things, and sees the ultimate truth of the Great Dao—simplest yet most complex...

The "Five Elements Divine Light" cultivation method operates on its own within his body, and its operational path is continuously being perfected and optimized. Previously obscure and impassable points, under the scouring of the Chaos Dao Rhyme, suddenly become clear.

Five-colored divine light appears on his body's surface; this time, it is no longer a simple five-color circulation, but truly begins transitioning toward Chaos gray. Within each strand of divine light lies the supreme Dao Rhyme of the Five Elements' mutual generation and restriction, and Chaos returning to unity.

The Overturning Seal hums and vibrates in his dantian, absorbing the faint Chaos Immortal Jade essence leaking from the murals, its main body undergoing a subtle, silent evolution.

In the azure thunder of the Yin Wood Divine Lightning, a hint of Chaos's inclusiveness is added; within the crimson-gold flames of the True Solar Fire, a trace of Chaos's dominance is woven.

The Five Great Dao Arts—Summoning Thunder Technique, Golden Yang Burning Heaven, Gravity Technique, White Tiger Slaughter God Sword Gang, and Great Yin Stillness Annihilation Cold Tide—are nourished by the Chaos Dao Rhyme, their realms soaring rapidly. Originally still some distance from the initial completion of the Fourth Realm "Point Ling," they are now rapidly closing the gap.

Point Ling Realm, Dao Arts possess Ling. This "Ling" is not an artifact spirit, but the inherent spiritual principle within the Dao Art itself. Upon reaching this realm, when Dao Arts are manifested, they are as if alive, capable of autonomous change and growth, with power doubled.

Wang Ping's Five Great Dao Arts are now advancing toward this realm.

Especially the White Tiger Slaughter God Sword Gang, after absorbing a strand of peerless sharp sword intent from the murals, faintly emits a tiger's roar, the Sword Gang condensed to the extreme, its edges revealing fine tiger patterns.

One month.

Wang Ping, in this hall, has truly comprehended for a full month.