Chapter 655

Purple light transformed into billions of threads as fine as drifting silk, rule chains that fiercely pierced into the Donghuang Bell.

The Donghuang Bell let out a faint wail.

It was flawed after all, and had not been fully refined, so it could not block Hongjun's intrusion in the slightest.

The rule chains drove straight in, instantly stabbing into that cluster of Primordial Spirit Fire.

Hongjun closed his eyes, activated the Creation Jade Disc, preparing to forcibly search the soul, to strip away this wisp of true spirit's memories and Primordial Origin.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Hongjun abruptly opened his eyes, brow tightly furrowed.

Empty.

The rule chains pierced into the flame, just like piercing into a clump of truly dead matter.

No memory fragments, no rule resistance, no soul fluctuations whatsoever.

This was merely a clump of energy about to extinguish.

"Could he truly be dead?" A trace of doubt flashed in Hongjun's eyes.

He activated the Creation Jade Disc once more.

The disc fragments spun wildly above his head, deducing Heavenly Secrets.

A moment later, the disc stopped.

The feedback result was still a void of nothingness.

"Flesh body collapsed, internal world shattered, true spirit left with only a sliver of instinct." Hongjun withdrew the rule chains, shook his head, "Enough. Such injuries are indeed no different from death."

"Primordial Origin dried up to this extent, even a soul search cannot be done; if forcibly refined, this bit of dregs would be of no benefit to the Heavenly Dao whatsoever."

Hongjun looked at the Donghuang Bell.

"Must first reshape his body, replenish his Primordial Origin."

Hongjun made up his mind.

He stood up, walked to the edge of the Creation Pool.

He would, within Zixiao Palace, using Heavenly Dao resources, forcibly ripen a brand new "Donghuang Taiyi"!

"First mend the soul."

Hongjun flipped his hand and produced a piece of wood, pitch-black throughout, emitting a cold, gloomy luster.

【Soul-Nurturing Wood】.

One of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots, one of the Three Great Divine Woods.

Even if only a wisp of remnant soul remains, wearing this wood can preserve the true spirit from perishing, allowing slow recovery.

Hongjun exerted force through his fingertips.

With a bang, the indestructible Soul-Nurturing Wood was ground into a pinch of black powder.

He sprinkled the powder toward the Primordial Spirit Fire.

The powder fell into the flame, instantly melting.

The flame's color seemed to brighten a thread, but merely a thread.

"Not enough."

Hongjun was not surprised; he waved his hand again, and three droplets emitting nine-colored halos emerged.

【Three Light Divine Water】.

Sunlight Divine Water wears away blood essence and flesh, Moonlight Divine Water corrodes Primordial Spirit and soul, Starlight Divine Water dissolves true spirit and consciousness; but the three combined become the Great Wasteland's number one holy medicine for healing.

Three drops of Divine Water fell into the flame.

"Hiss—"

The Divine Water instantly evaporated. The flame jumped once, its volume swelling a circle.

"Body shell."

Hongjun fished out from his sleeve a clump of soil shimmering with nine-colored radiance.

【Nine Heavens Breathing Soil】

Mother of the Great Earth, source of creation.

A single grain can transform into a hundred thousand great mountains.

Back when Nüwa created humans, she used this very substance.

He cast the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil into the Chaos Creation Pool below.

The soil entered the water, instantly dissolving.

The originally calm Chaos water surface violently boiled up, mud churning, condensing into a humanoid outline.

Hongjun extended a finger and pointed.

The Donghuang Bell, enveloping the Primordial Spirit Fire, plummeted straight down, landing into the mud figure's brow center.

"With Chaos as blood, Breathing Soil as flesh, Divine Water as bone. Condense!"

Hongjun spoke Dao Resonance.

The energy within the Creation Pool began frantically converging toward the humanoid outline.

Hongjun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to nurture his spirit.

Reshaping a Quasi-Sage-level flesh body requires immense energy.

Even with the Creation Pool's assistance, it still needs a vast stretch of time.

He has patience to spare.

However, Hongjun did not know.

Right at the moment the Donghuang Bell fell into the mud, deep within that cluster of Primordial Spirit Fire which had shown no reaction at all, which he had judged as "left with only instinct".

A faint consciousness, yet it seemed to be slowly awakening.

……

【We're rich! We're rich! Host! A heaven-sent windfall!】

【Essence of the Innate Jia Wood divine object 'Soul-Nurturing Wood'! Primordial Origin of the Creation divine soil 'Nine Heavens Breath Soil'! Creation holy medicine 'Three Light Divine Water'! And this entire pool of Chaos Primordial Origin!】

Xiao Ai's delicate girlish voice, at this moment, even carried a hint of a voice crack.

"Oh?" Gu Yuan's Divine Sense stretched lazily in his Divine Consciousness, "Didn't you say these things' grades are too high, you wouldn't let me take them back, and even said I was cheating?"

【Aiya Host~ why are you so petty~】

Xiao Ai's voice instantly switched back to that fawning, ingratiating tone.

【Taking them away is definitely impossible, but Xiao Ai can secretly open a back door for you, bypass the Heavenly Dao's monitoring, let you absorb a little bit on the spot, that's definitely fine! Just a little bit, guaranteed not to be discovered!】

【And Host, your breakthrough doesn't just happen to need massive resources? With your situation, ordinary worlds and resources simply can't let you break through~】

Xiao Ai's voice was full of certainty; she was sure Gu Yuan wouldn't give up the massive resources before him.

The facts were indeed so.

Since he began cultivating, from Realm 1 condensing a million divine rays, Realm 2 opening three thousand miniature worlds, Realm 3 transforming into a singularity world... then to Realm 4 condensing the True Immortal Spirit only True Immortals possess, Realm 5 forging Engraved Bones with Immortal King bones, Realm 6 even comprehending the Three Thousand Dao...

All the way here, almost every achievement was unprecedented and unrepeatable.

Upon reaching the True Immortal realm, he even opened an unprecedented One Hundred Twenty-Three Immortal Meridians, his foundation so profound it made the Great Dao laws of the myriad heavens and worlds tremble.

But a profound foundation often comes with a fatal flaw — poverty.

Dirt poor.

Ordinary cultivators breaking through to True Immortal, a few strands of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, one or two top-grade Immortal Meridians would suffice.

But Gu Yuan's Internal World not only has the World Tree sapling connecting the myriad worlds rooted in it, but also the terrifying ambition to evolve a Divine Kingdom and accommodate the Three Thousand Dao.

If he wants to advance from early True Immortal to peak True Immortal, even ignite the Immortal King Dao Fire, the resources needed are almost equivalent to emptying the entire Primordial Origin of ten top-grade Great Thousand Worlds!

Even with the Gu Family now blooming in multiple places in the Realm Sea, seizing major continents everywhere, wanting to gather this much heritage would still take endless years.

Unexpectedly, just as he grew drowsy, someone delivered a pillow.

Not to mention the resources Hongjun gave him to reshape his body.

Using Nine Heavens Breath Soil as flesh, Three Light Divine Water as bone, Chaos Primordial Origin as blood — though there may be some scheme, if his Flesh Body can return to its place, when he breaks through to Immortal King, this avatar will likewise possess combat power comparable to a titan Immortal King!

"How embarrassing." Gu Yuan revealed a bashful smile.

Just as Xiao Ai was about to say 'Host, your persona has changed'.

Gu Yuan's voice suddenly rang out.

"Xiao Ai, suppress the aura for me, lock it down tight. However much energy from the Chaos Creation Pool enters, I'll take that much; even if I can't eat anymore, take it all to water the flowers. Remember, absolutely don't be polite — leaving even a breath of room for this old ancestor is a grave disrespect to my Gu Family's ancestral teaching of plucking every feather from a passing goose."