Chapter 137: Converging Paths, Shared Destination

Zhou Yi flicks his palm, manifesting a Dao trace, and Sui Huang's fire mirror at his waist suddenly bursts into brilliance.

The three Great Luo felt the ancestral blood that had lain dormant for years begin to boil, and the inheritance memories suppressed by the Heavenly Dao showed signs of loosening.

"This is not the achievement of a single person." The youth looked toward Mount Buzhou, his eyes reflecting the shattered Honghuang sky, "For three hundred years, the battle souls of seven thousand six hundred of our people have remained unextinguished; their resolve has become an ever‑burning flame in the scriptures."

You Chao suddenly burst into loud laughter, yet crimson‑golden tears welled at the corners of his eyes.

He finally understood why Zhou Yi's imperial Dao aura was wrapped in mournful battle intent—it was a saga of resistance written with the Human Race's blood‑tears, using ten thousand heroic spirits as ink.

"From today onward." Sui Huang slashed his palm, and the fire mirror erupted with light that could illuminate the thirty‑three heavens, "the Human Race shall have its own path of proving the Dao."

"The imperial inheritance technique? Could it broaden our horizons?" Cang Wen's gaze burned as he spoke, his fingertips unconsciously grazing the bone knife at his waist.

A flash of brilliance sparked in Zhou Yi's eyes, and he laughed aloud, "Why not spar with the three of you for a few forms? Only by experiencing can one grasp the profundity."

He knew full well that in this Saint‑pressured Vast Wilderness World, getting Sui Huang and the others to switch the techniques inherited from Tai Qing would be no easy task; only by forcefully proving the Dao could the deep‑seated perceptions be shattered.

Three clusters of scorching fire clouds rose from behind Sui Huang, turning half the sky a blazing red.

You Chao conjured a nest‑shaped artifact of entwining vines in his palm, while Zi Yi Clan's delicate hand waved, causing myriad silk threads to flow; the three formed a pin‑shaped formation and rose into the air.

"Please grant your instruction!" The three quasi‑Saints' oppressive aura had not fully released when Zhou Yi already stood upon void. His qi suddenly contracted, and behind him a three‑thousand‑li Chaos shadow emerged: "This is the Wheel Sea Secret Realm."

In a sea of surging golden energy, a spring of life spewed out rainbow‑colored haze, and a divine bridge spanned the universe like a heavenly river.

The seemingly still phenomenon actually concealed the principle of heaven and earth; Sui Huang was about to ignite the holy fire when he found his surrounding space seemingly bound by invisible chains.

"Dao Palace Five Organs, open!" Zhou Yi's chest suddenly emitted five‑colored divine light.

The eastern azure wood condensed into a cobalt dragon coiled, the southern bright fire became a vermilion bird spreading its wings, the central earth revealed a qilin, the western metal gathered the true form of a white tiger, and the northern water manifested the tortoise.

The five sacred beasts flowed between void and reality, generating myriad Dao rhythms.

You Chao's artifact emitted a sorrowful wail beyond its bearing, the vines snapped inch by inch. Zi Yi Clan's protective silk ignited without wind, startling her into stepping back three paces.

"Four Extremes Tongtian!" At the instant Zhou Yi spread his arms, everyone vaguely saw a celestial pillar tilt.

He lifted the sun, moon, and stars with his left hand; where his right fingertips brushed, lotus blossoms sprouted in the void; his legs stood upon yin and yang qi, and three hundred sixty major acupoints on his body simultaneously lit up the celestial star array.

Cang Wen suddenly let out a muffled hum, blood strands spilling from his mouth corner. Their proud quasi‑Saint domain crumbled like earth and tile under the other's gestures.

A dragon's roar shattered the cloud sea, and Zhou Yi's spine burst forth ten thousand feet of light.

A colossal Chaos dragon surged upward, each scale engraved with Great Dao runes.

When the dragon transformed into a ninety‑nine‑step heavenly ladder, the pupils of the three Sui Huang figures contracted sharply, for that was the concrete embodiment of the Heavenly Dao law.

Six layers of jade‑colored immortal platforms rose from Zhou Yi's heavenly gate, each reflecting a different vast world.

When the seventh layer's shadow flickered, the spiritual aura of Shouyang Mountain spanning ten thousand li suddenly stilled, and a terrifying wave rose from the nine heavens, causing the Saint to frown.

Zhou Yi's fingertips gathered golden light, sketching five‑fold Dao patterns in the void: "If one can perfect the five realms of refining the body, condensing the soul, comprehending the Dao, merging truth, and breaking emptiness, one may attain the Great Luo fruit position. If the five qi return to the source…"

The Dao patterns in his palm merged into a dazzling star river, "and one can glimpse the threshold of the Mixed Origin Gate."

While the three Sui Huang were still contemplating this mystery, they saw Zhou Yi's robes flutter without wind: "Now behold the true essence of this method!"

Before the words finished, the entire cave abode violently trembled, and the dome revealed a void image of a vast star river.

As Zhou Yi raised his hand, myriad stars formed a sky‑covering palm seal, enveloping a pressure akin to Chaos's Beginning and crashing down.

"Form the Three‑Talent Formation!" Sui Huang's body ignited with human‑path fire, instantly intertwining with the Dao resonance of the other two elders. Three golden light pillars shot upward, but vanished like melting snow upon touching the star palm.

The three elders suddenly sensed their internal three‑flower five‑qi locked by some profound rule, watching helplessly as their protective divine light disintegrated inch by inch.

When the starlight brushed their faces, the Dao hearts of the three elders trembled violently.

Though they were all Great Luo Golden Immortals, at that moment they seemed like mortals gazing at the heavens.

Sui Huang keenly perceived that Zhou Yi's strike did not even tap his famed Vast Wilderness body's power, merely the crushing weight of the Dao itself.

Zhou Yi gathered his stance, hand behind his back, and said, "You all know, your Golden Core Great Dao may accelerate cultivation through merit, yet it is like a rootless floating duckweed."

His fingertips ignited Chaos true fire, from which two completely different Dao resonance tracks evolved: "Tai Qing Sheng Ren's Golden Core method requires a thousand years to form a core, whereas the Zhetian Imperial Method prioritizes body‑refining and soul‑tempering; even the Wheel Sea Secret Realm alone wields power to move mountains and overturn seas."

You Chao suddenly pointed at the illusion in the fire and exclaimed, "This bitter‑sea‑sown golden lotus phenomenon mirrors the scene of Pangu opening the heavens, with earth, water, fire, and wind reenacted."

Only then did the three elders realize that their millennia‑long arduous cultivation foundation, before the Zhetian Method, was as fragile as a sand tower against Mount Buzhou.

"If the entire tribe were to adopt this technique," Zi Yi Clan began, but Zhou Yi already tossed nine bone fragments etched with golden Dao patterns.

The bone shards assembled in midair into a celestial star array formation, depicting countless Human Race cultivators wielding the Zhetian Method to traverse heaven and earth.

In the vision, a figure struck a punch that shattered the thirty‑three heavens, and the three elders' Dao hearts simultaneously sensed the sign, a confirmation from the Heavenly Dao.

Sui Huang stroked his white beard and mused, "It's just that the Tai Qing Sheng Ren…", before he could finish, the Kongtong Seal hanging at Zhou Yi's waist burst into ten thousand feet of light.

Within the treasure's radiance, the three elders vaguely saw ten golden dragons of qi‑flow materializing from the wishes of all peoples, bearing a jade scroll toward the depths of the Heavenly Dao.

"The Saint does not oppose the great trend." Zhou Yi lightly brushed the seal, his gaze piercing beyond the thirty‑three heavens: "The Human Race's path of self‑strengthening is already the Heavenly Dao's predetermined number, moreover…"

He suddenly chuckled, waving his hand revealing a phantom of an elder in the Eight Scenes Palace smiling and nodding, "Tai Qing senior master's alchemy and my battle method have always been different roads leading to the same destination."

Zhou Yi transformed his comprehended universal principle into three hundred sixty golden inheritance books, solemnly presenting them to the three Saint Ancestors Sui Huang, You Chao, and Zi Yi Clan.

These scriptures, containing creation laws, span all things, including the star‑forging 《Red Sky Dao Treasury》, the void‑piercing 《Void‑Abyss True Explanation》, and the primordial‑source 《Mixed Origin Record》.

Each classic points directly to the source of the Great Dao, stirring ripples of law throughout the Honghuang Tian Di.

Unlike ordinary Golden Core Dao that requires a millennium to lay foundation, these source‑directed cultivation systems break the shackles.

When Saint Ancestor Sui Huang stood before the tribal altar, manifesting the Four Symbols method, a celestial platform of immortal terraces formed behind him from condensed Dao patterns, the previously skeptical elders realized: in merely sixty years, the Saint Ancestor's Wheel Sea Secret Realm's stellar phenomena had already evolved into nine layers of heavenly palaces.