Chapter 136: Severing the Seven Emotions and Six Desires

Zhou Yi's whole body rose in Chaos mist, his fist solidified into a massive bronze cauldron that pressed nine thunder dragons into the earth veins at once.

Before the smoke cleared, a dragon head spanning a hundred li suddenly appeared deep in the clouds; the starlight spewing from its mouth carved ten‑thousand‑foot chasms in the ground.

The pressure of a Great Luo Golden Immortal‑level being warped space, yet Zhou Yi stepped on the shattered void, climbing against the flow; nine secret sigils lit up sequentially along his spine.

When the kirin's phantom vanished in the thunder light, Zhou Yi stared at the flickering calamity fire in his palm, stunned.

Dragon scales, phoenix feathers, and kirin horns turned into tri‑colored calamity ash, unmistakably the aura of the ancient three‑tribe overlords.

"So that's it…" he brushed the golden blood from his mouth corner and smiled lightly; a Chaos Bell rang suddenly above his head.

Time and space froze at that moment; the Pangu banner tore open Yin and Yang, the Taiji diagram summoned a Five‑Elements storm, and a killing formation of three treasured phantom shadows twisted him into a blood mist.

Golden bones floated in the Thunder Sea, and the source of his saintly body radiated blazing light.

"All‑character technique, activate!" The shattered flesh abruptly reassembled; Zhou Yi's pupils turned into burning suns, and his fist, bearing the law of annihilation, blasted through the Chaos Bell's phantom.

When the final strand of calamity thunder faded, the Quasi‑Emperor pattern beneath his feet faintly revealed the creation scene of Honghuang.

"Five hundred years…" he gently stroked the Dao sigils on his newly born saintly body, gazing at the surging cloud sea outside the cave. A bottleneck that ordinary cultivators struggle with for a millennium, under the drive of the Zhetian Method, pushed his ancient saintly body to the half‑step of great attainment.

He closed his eyes, feeling the mighty force surging within; though now a Quasi‑Emperor, he had already brushed the threshold that challenges the Great Emperor realm.

As the Milky Way flowed, Zhou Yi sat cross‑legged in the cave enveloped by Chaos qi, and five radiant halos shimmered around his body.

The saintly body secret technique granted by the system turned into golden runes that endlessly traversed the eight extraordinary meridians.

With each reconstruction of a secret realm, his bones emitted a jade‑like clear chime, and his five organs and six viscera revealed innate Dao sigils.

After experiencing nine phenomena of sun and moon shining together, Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and within his pupils the Yin and Yang qi flowed.

As the sound of rivers rushing emanated from within, scarlet blood qi surged skyward, coalescing in the void into nine coiling Ying Dragons.

He gently clenched his fist, and within ten zhang around him the space rippled with spider‑web‑like fissures.

"Finally…" Zhou Yi stared at the swirling Chaos qi in his palm, recalling the agony of the system's infusion when he first received the inheritance three hundred years ago.

At that time his golden saintly blood constantly vaporized and reformed; now it returned to purity as crimson mist, and each breath could stir the resonance of Heaven and Earth's Dao rhythm.

Just as he was about to test the new power, the Xuan‑Huang pendant hanging at his waist suddenly trembled.

Zhou Yi snapped his fingers to calculate, a smile curling his mouth: "Looks like those little guys grew impatient." Before the words finished, his form turned into a flash of light, piercing the thirty‑three layers of seals.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, three Human Ancestors were expounding heavenly mechanisms before a turtle shell when the cloud sea suddenly boiled and surged.

Sui Huang's fire‑wood staff suddenly burst with radiant light, and the oracle bone characters before Cang Jie automatically arranged themselves into the character "Sheng".

When the golden light faded, Zhou Yi stood with his arms crossed at the eye of the Pre‑Heaven Eight‑Trigram formation, his robes fluttering without wind.

"Holy Ancestor!" You Chao shouted first, sensing the anomaly; Zhou Yi was clearly within arm's reach, yet his divine sense could not perceive any presence.

This was unmistakably the legendary "Body Containing Heaven and Earth" realm, achievable only by hammering the flesh to the extreme.

Zhou Yi reached out, lightly tapping the void; the hundred‑li cloud sea instantly solidified into a mirror: "Tell me, in these three hundred years, has anyone glimpsed our clan's fortunes?"

As he spoke, twelve towering Ancestor Shaman phantoms rose in the mirror, each exuding a pressure that dimmed the stars.

"Taiyi Shen once sent a demon commander to spy, but the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman blocked him at the Hundred‑Thousand Great Mountains." Sui Huang bowed and replied, then suddenly noticed his own shadow three zhang from Zhou Yi twisted oddly, as if a light‑devouring realm existed there.

The others had not yet recovered from the shock when Zhou Yi suddenly thrust both fingers together, forming a sword that pierced the heavens.

Above the nine heavens, thunder clouds roiled instantly; three hundred and sixty‑five violet divine thunders turned into hanging chains, but vanished into a rain of light the moment they touched his fingertips.

Amid the shattered thunder patterns, the outline of the Demon Court's celestial star array faintly emerged.

"Since we're testing…" Zhou Yi flipped his palm, pulling out a half‑broken Imperial Soldier fragment; as his five fingers closed, the treasure that once suppressed a Quasi‑Saint crumbled like clay, "Then let this be the greeting gift."

Cang Jie stared at the falling metallic powder, and suddenly, inspired, bit off his fingertip.

The character "Zhan" written with saintly blood as ink surged skyward, transforming in the clouds into a million golden‑armored celestial soldiers.

Only then did the three Human Ancestors realize that Zhou Yi's pressure had temporarily propelled Cang Jie through three major realms.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi laughed loudly, his roar shaking the Shouyang Mountain protective formation into flickering instability.

He casually plucked a leaf of Enlightenment Tea, tossed it into the void, and in an instant golden lotus blossoms rained down, causing the mountain's spiritual energy density to surge tenfold.

The human race's celestial champions, who had been lying in wait deep within the cave, burst through the barriers and bowed devoutly toward the mountain summit.

"Send word to the Eight‑Wasteland Tribes." Zhou Yi stepped on the Dao sigils toward the altar, each footfall blooming a star map beneath him, "In three days I will lecture on the Mixed‑Origin Saint Body Technique; those who can visualize an indestructible golden body may accompany me to Mount Buzhou to claim the God‑Slaying Spear."

The void was filled with star‑light condensed from Dao resonance, and the law chains encircling Zhou Yi emitted a faint hum.

Sui Huang's Adam's apple twitched, his fingertips unconsciously pinching out a Dao formula; he could not see through the surging energy tide within the young man's body, as if confronting a star‑filled abyss that made his heart race.

"How is this possible?" The Zi Yi Clan's jade ruler in his sleeve wailed, and three innate Dao sigils floated uncontrollably across his forehead.

The three supreme humans now seemed like ants in the eye of a storm; the Great Luo Dao Fruit they prized, before Zhou Yi, was as a candle flame to a bright moon.

Zhou Yi lowered his gaze and smiled lightly, his fingertip skimming the void and stirring Chaos ripples: "Do you all recall what I said before the retreat?"

Sui Huang sprang up abruptly, and the stone table cracked with spider‑web fissures.

He clearly remembered that rainy night three hundred years ago, Zhou Yi, drenched in blood, clutching half a bronze war spear, howling amid thunder: "Give me three hundred years, and I'll give the human race a sliver of hope."

At this moment, the Xuan‑Huang aura swirling around the young man subtly resonated with the innate Dao rhythm from when Nüwa created humanity.

You Chao suddenly noticed his destined spirit treasure, the "Qiwu Staff," trembling violently—a posture of reverence only shown before the supreme law.

"The five qi ascend to the origin as firewood, the three blossoms gather at the summit as a furnace." Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and nine layers of heavenly palace phantoms materialized in the void, "I observe the celestial rotation, examine the human bloodline's source, and finally comprehend this 《Xuanqiong Imperial Scripture》."

Sui Huang's pupils contracted sharply. The Golden Core Path passed down by the Tai Qing Sheng Ren required cutting the seven emotions and six desires.

Yet the golden sutras hovering in Zhou Yi's palm were clearly based on the human bloodline, melting ancestral shaman blood in the Blood Realm, opening the Pre‑Heaven Dao Palace in the Divine Treasury realm, and ultimately condensing the true Imperial Dao body.

"Is this path truly viable?" the Zi Yi Clan's voice trembled. She gazed at the twelve‑nine‑six hundred thousand Dao seeds circulating in the sutras, which exactly matched the innate number at humanity's birth.