Chapter 160: Echoing Through the Heavens

In the present world his true body sits upright in a crimson flame furnace, golden light eternally swirling around him; in the future Dao body his feet tread the void star map and his fingertips outline the Great Dao's trajectory.

Within the raging Dao fire, Zhou Yi, having reached the perfect ancient war body, suddenly erupts with a transformation. Golden battle bones crack inch by inch, saintly blood scatters like stardust, and his crystal jade flesh turns into countless light particles floating in the void.

Strangely, these shattered body fragments do not recombine; instead each evolves into a different form—some condense into brilliant star cores, some unfurl into silver‑galaxy ribbons, and some become tiny nebulae that slowly rotate.

As the three incarnations of the Dao I chant in unison, every speck of flesh‑and‑blood star lights up with Dao markings.

The present true body transforms into yin‑yang fish eyes; the past self condenses into mysterious yin qi, while the future Dao body gathers into pure yang breath.

The three intertwine into a gilt Tai Chi formation diagram; where the yin‑yang twin fish bite each other's tails and swim, a nascent universe takes shape within the formation's eye.

"All‑Methods Furnace!" Zhou Yi's enlightenment triggers a celestial phenomenon.

He uses the culture of three hundred ancient imperial scriptures as firewood, takes heaven and earth as a cauldron, and pours his own Dao foundation into it for tempering.

Those floating star fragments begin to re‑arrange and combine, like the coalescing of galaxies at the universe's beginning.

At the instant the yin‑yang Dao diagram fully closes, the shattered golden saint body reassembles into a crystal Dao form.

The aura now circulating on his surface is no longer mere golden light, but a profound yellow Dao rhythm infused with Chaos breath.

At this moment his flesh surpasses the limits of the ancient war body; every inch of skin is engraved with the true meaning of the Great Dao.

The three Dao selves in the river of time gradually overlap, and the past chanting of sutras and the future Dao resonance perfectly echo in the present world.

When Zhou Yi opens his Dao eyes, his pupils reflect the birth and death of the star river.

Although the newly born Dao body still needs refinement, the Dao rhythm of yin‑yang interdependence already circulates around him.

Within the reborn Nirvana Dao body, the primordial Dao sound from Chaos's beginning unexpectedly emanates.

The imperial scripture mysteries that were once forged now turn into nutrients for his Dao foundation.

Zhou Yi stands at the furnace's center, as if seeing each shattered piece of his bone and blood evolve into independent micro‑worlds, while his consciousness becomes the supreme entity that governs the heavens.

As the qi of heaven and earth circulates, the primordial divine consciousness within Zhou Yi resonates with the true soul of the Great Dao, and the two yin‑yang qi at the spiritual platform's nexus give birth to a brilliant Dao seed.

With the law's chain linking consecutively through his meridians, this Human Race's celestial champion finally constructs a supreme Dao foundation unique to himself.

From this moment, Zhou Yi, as if wielding the All‑Methods Furnace, can extract all the profound essences passed down by successive great emperors.

These precious nutrients will nourish the newborn Dao seed, allowing it to gradually grow in the river of ages into a pillar that supports heaven and earth—a ladder to the supreme realm.

When the tides of his surrounding spiritual qi settle, Zhou Yi slowly opens his eyes.

The celestial phenomenon at the breakthrough had already been deduced by him, but Master Miao Le's exposition of the true principle of "All Methods Return to Origin" unexpectedly catalyzed this Dao realm transformation.

Feeling the Chaos true essence circulating within, he knows that after polishing for a few more years, he can strike the imperial realm barrier that separates the immortal from the mortal.

Cultivation knows no years; having watched the stars shift and the Big Dipper turn, ten cycles of seasons have already passed.

On the suspended Dao altar, Master Miao Le still sits on a lotus platform; behind him, the yin‑yang fish shadows tint the hundred‑mile sky into a Tai Chi scroll.

This great power, who originally intended only a brief discussion, upon seeing Human Race cultivators earnestly pursuing the Dao day and night, expands a hundred‑year doctrinal pact into a wholehearted transmission.

As Zhou Yi foresaw, the Tai Qing Sacred Law and the Human Race's self‑created Heaven‑Covering system generate a marvelous resonance.

In the Dao hall, spiritual qi vortices sporadically erupt, marking cultivators trapped in the Immortal Platform's secret realm finding a breakthrough opportunity.

On the high platform, Zhou Yi likewise gains greatly; the Dao rhythm of the Tai Chi's two principles transforming all things aligns with his method of refining myriad classics.

"Tranquil and non‑action yet encompassing all things; yin‑yang cycles secretly conceal killing…" contemplating the Saint's lingering Dao traces, Zhou Yi's fingertips forge a half‑black, half‑white Chaotic sword light.

This prototype, merging the Tai Qing profound principles with his own great technique, may become the fatal trump card against the Demon Race in the future.

The Tai Chi diagram wielded by the Tai Qing Sheng Ren originates from the divine instrument Pangu Axe that opened the heavens, and this innate treasure contains the primordial power from Chaos's beginning.

This diagram can not only suppress the four cosmic symbols of the universe, but also reverse the yin‑yang five‑element laws, deduce the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, and bear the ultimate cosmic principles of all phenomena.

Master Miao Le, as the direct Tai Qing transmission, integrates the Tai Chi yin‑yang profound principles into his Dao foundation, creating an unparalleled supreme method of the mysterious sect.

In his early years, Zhou Yi cultivated the two great scriptures, Great Yin and Great Yang, gaining considerable insight into the way of yin‑yang mutual aid.

The two Dao methods reflected each other intriguingly, causing Zhou Yi to attain a new realm within the Tai Chi mystery, a serendipitous breakthrough on the Dao path.

During the thirty‑year doctrinal discussion, Master Miao Le's teachings gradually entered a subtle realm.

All the Human Race cultivators present were immersed in the profound Dao rhythm, their cultivation levels rising like water lifting a boat.

When a sudden thunderous explosion rang across heaven and earth, the crowd jolted awake from their Dao‑realization, and Master Miao Le's brow twitched as his gaze swept toward Zhou Yi's position; it was a critical moment in the transmission, and any interference would be unwelcome.

"Brother of the Dao, hold on; this matter may have an anomaly—let me investigate fully."

Zhou Yi's words were weighty, and mysterious light from the convergence of a hundred scriptures swirled around him.

Benefiting from years of doctrinal contemplation, his Dao realm has long since changed beyond recognition. Though he regrets the interruption of his enlightenment, he had foreseen it.

A booming shout from the sky, wrapped in demonic aura, sweeps the earth: "Lowly Human Race, come quickly to meet death!"

The sky‑covering, sun‑obscuring Demon horde bursts through the void, each leader exuding Great Luo Golden Immortal-level pressure.

Zhou Yi's divine consciousness scans the scene, discovering that the elite Demon forces far exceed expectations, and several qi streams even threaten him.

"The Demon Race truly dares to violate the Human Race's borders?" Master Miao Le could not hide his astonishment.

Although he had long heard Zhou Yi's warning, he always believed that the dual protection of Nv Wa Sheng Ren and the Tai Qing Sect's authority would be enough to deter the Demon Race.

At this moment, gazing at the sky‑filled Demon clouds, this senior Dao disciple finally realizes the severity of the situation; the opponent clearly came prepared and deliberately chose a pivotal transmission point to strike.

At the horizon of the heavens, rolling black clouds surge, tens of thousands of feathered iron cavalry tear through the sky, and the clash of golden spears resounds through the clouds.

Zhou Yi watches the emerging horned dragon war banner on the horizon; his finger instinctively tightens his sword hilt: "The Demon Race's current mobilization may disrupt the Dao companions' transmission gathering."

Miao Le lightly brushes the cloud pattern on his wide sleeves; the tassels hanging from his jade crown flutter in the strong wind: "Every event has a cause; let us investigate the reason together."

Before his words finish, the Demon clouds a thousand li away have already solidified into a sky‑covering black curtain; the phantom of a nine‑headed beast flickers within the clouds, and eighteen crimson demon eyes hover like floating blood moons.

Sui Huang's bronze horn at his waist suddenly blares; Zhou Yi raises his arm, waving the mysterious yellow banner: "Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, obey the command."

From the ground comes a muffled thunder of war drums; silver‑armored heavy cavalry rush out from the mountain pass, and crimson flame catapults mount a thousand cold beams on the city walls.

Three vigorous troops spread their formations across the plain like tides, and the bronze shield wall reflects the eerie purple light of the Demon clouds.