[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity":3,"chapter-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-825":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Name That Echoes Through Eternity",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283374,4466,"Chapter 825: True Dragon Match, Sword Pool Victory","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-825",825,"\u003Cp>The Realm of Years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time and space flowed, the world around Li Hao transformed into an endless kaleidoscope of dazzling colors, a painting where time and space endlessly collapsed and surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds in the sky churned and shifted; the great lake beneath his feet folded and rippled. In this void, countless figures—coming from the south, going to the north—appeared to drift past or pause momentarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain flowers by the lake bloomed and fell, withered and bloomed again, cycling through countless revolutions, tides rising and falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wondrous scene, compared to Long Yun the Painter Immortal’s thousand coiling dragons, was profoundly staggering—though no dragon forms circled within, the feeling of time’s passage and cyclical renewal surpassed the spectacle of a thousand racing dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to this, the thousand racing dragons seemed dull and lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What in this world can rival the passage of time?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The origin of time, the flow of years—what formidable painting skill, what profound Painting Dao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the crowd, a girl with hair like a cascading waterfall stood silently, gazing at the Realm of Years rippling around the boy, her face heavy with solemnity and awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His painting skill had surpassed Long Yun the Painter Immortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were painting realms—but clearly, this boy held the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, she had been admiring flowers in another pavilion, not in the main hall, unaware why Long Yun the Painter Immortal had challenged this boy. But now, the outcome was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He too wields a painting realm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only those who comprehend the true essence of Painting Dao can master such a realm—his painting realm can even be used in battle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So powerful! Su Muqing just said he has only a hundred years of soul lifespan? That’s a joke—who in their right mind could reach this level of Painting Dao in a hundred years, let alone be an Immortal Lord?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She must have misheard or misjudged—there’s some misunderstanding. I refuse to believe it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who cares about his soul lifespan? Honestly, this painting realm is breathtaking—every moment brings infinite change, as if one could gaze upon it forever!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Absolutely unparalleled!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you feel it? His painting realm carries the sorrow of time’s decay—I seem to see the cycle of life, the final destiny of all things. Beyond the origin of time and space, other primordial Dao rhythms linger within…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the lake, the women stood frozen, utterly lost in Li Hao’s Realm of Years, feeling the passage of time stir their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His painting realm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Muqing stared at the scene, unable to believe it—yet it was undeniably real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was dazed. How could someone possess such exquisite, terrifying painting skill—entering the realm through painting? It was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a cultivation prodigy, with exceptional insight into Painting Dao. Since her fame erupted a century ago, shaking the Gusu Emperor Star, she had taken time beyond cultivation to explore painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For sixty years she practiced ink and brush, yet barely reached the level of Transcendent Sage. She knew well that though Painting Dao was a minor path, reaching its highest depths demanded total devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Su Wanqing’s eyes were distant. For some reason, she sensed an uncontainable sorrow in the boy’s painting realm—as if he had lost something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What grief did this boy carry within his heart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought of it, growing more lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lake fell instantly silent. Lan Qin and Jiang Huanhuan were equally stunned, immersed in the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposite Li Hao, Long Yun the Painter Immortal’s previously cold expression had changed. Shock filled her eyes—had that ancient lake painting with the Origin of Space Tree not been his peak work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A painting realm—he too wielded a painting realm! And this one contained the Nine Sequences’ Primordials, with time and space as the core. The sense of temporal decay was so intense it drew her involuntarily into its depths. This was unquestionably a masterpiece of legendary caliber, capable of touching the viewer’s very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal drew a deep breath, unwilling to concede defeat. She said firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since we both wield painting realms, let us test each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, her realm erupted outward, surging to crush Li Hao’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand dragons roared and charged forth from the transformed ancient lake, flying together, shaking heaven and earth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene jolted everyone on the lake awake—heart and spirit trembled, blood surged, stirred to feverish heat by the dragon roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a magnificent painting scene was awe-inspiring—but as the throng of dragons plunged into Li Hao’s realm, another ultimate scene emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty dragons, as if diving into hot oil, instantly shed scales and skin, blood and flesh spraying, their bodies shrinking rapidly, their immortal power stripped away thread by thread, crumbling into ruin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Realm of Years, shimmering with infinite colors, slowly pulsed a desolate, sorrowful aura that drowned the dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, one by one, the dragons collapsed and vanished within the Realm of Years, deepening its desolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All things in this world will fade…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao gazed at Long Yun the Painter Immortal’s shattered realm, his calm eyes holding deep sorrow. The image of the shattered girl beneath the Sovereign’s feet rose in his heart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your painting realm cannot withstand the passage of time—it cannot become eternal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal trembled. Her realm shattered, her painting heart struck and shaken, her face flushed crimson, then she spat out a mouthful of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the boy’s words, she lifted her head, defiance in her eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eternal? Easy to say. Only if I create a realm through Painting Dao can I call it eternal. Are you saying no painting realm beneath a realm qualifies against yours?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao did not answer. His expression, cold and inwardly pained, was answer enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal’s face darkened. Yet, defeated in her realm and guided by her own refined taste in Painting Dao, she could not deny in her heart: outside a realm, no other painting realm could surpass this boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the ultimate pinnacle of painting realms!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To surpass this, in her understanding, was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal slumped, no longer stubborn. Since the outcome was clear, she bowed gracefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her words, Li Hao retracted his realm. Within the Realm of Years, he could not help but recall the shattered girl, his heart aching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of what had vanished, he turned involuntarily toward the figure in the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good—her other reincarnated form still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he would not let her body break again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Hao’s gaze, Su Muqing, who had been staring blankly, snapped back to herself. Her face changed instantly; she turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart churned. His painting realm stirred admiration and affection deep within her—but his persistent, shameless pursuit of her filled her with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such talent, why is his Dao-heart so base, obsessed only with power and bloodline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recalled the figure who had grown up with her since childhood. That fleeting complexity vanished instantly—compared to that radiant figure, all men in the world paled into insignificance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how strong his Painting Dao, it was still mere craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she loved Painting Dao, deep down she knew: cultivation was the true Dao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Long Yun the Painter Immortal’s surrender, the Painting Dao duel ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women on the lake were stunned, murmuring among themselves. But having witnessed it firsthand, the gap was obvious—no one disputed the result, only marveled that beyond Long Yun the Painter Immortal, Gusu City harbored a painter of such supreme skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, many noblewomen began inquiring about Li Hao’s identity, hoping to invite him privately to their homes to teach them Painting Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after whispering among themselves, they learned he was somehow connected to the Su family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Earlier, I spoke rashly. You were right—my paintings truly are unworthy of serious attention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal approached Li Hao, bowing slightly, apologizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao, seeing her posture, felt slightly embarrassed. “I only spoke casually—don’t take it to heart. Who hasn’t produced mediocre works early on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal’s lips twitched. In the end, it still came down to her paintings being too ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew Li Hao was right. Those paintings were only meant for exhibition to noble young ladies new to Painting Dao—sufficient for their learning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few words of exchange, they made peace. Long Yun the Painter Immortal immediately invited Li Hao to the main hall to view and discuss paintings. But Li Hao’s gaze swept toward the girl in the crowd—he had come only to stay beside her, not to paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, truly, Painting Dao was something he loved deeply, like chess or fishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for the sake of that shattered glance beneath his feet, he had restrained and endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Yun the Painter Immortal followed his gaze and was surprised. At twenty thousand years old, she had seen much. One glance at his eyes revealed the hidden tenderness, the profound emotion within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood softly: “Then I shall not disturb you, Young Master. I am of the Murong family. Here is my jade token—should you ever need me, present this at the Murong household.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handed him the jade token, forging a goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao did not refuse. He accepted it, thanked her, then bid her farewell and walked to Su Muqing’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Muqing, overhearing the whispers around her and the exchange between Long Yun the Painter Immortal and Li Hao, kept changing expression. The more prominent he became, the more irritated she felt—for no reason she could name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t think this makes me look at you differently!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned coldly, dropped the words, and walked back to the main hall alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing glanced at the jade token in Li Hao’s hand. Outside the Su family, the Jiang and Lin families stood equal in Gusu City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond these three great clans, the Murong family was the foremost, followed closely by the Lan family and a few others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your talent is astonishing, your talent extraordinary—yet you shouldn’t be like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao glanced at her, said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could chase after Su Muqing, a figure with hair like a waterfall drifted toward him, carrying a sweet, soothing fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is your name, Young Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl with hair cascading like a waterfall stepped lightly upon the lake’s ripples, arriving before Li Hao, her voice gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Jinrou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing recognized the newcomer, her eyes shifting slightly. This girl was the cousin of the Imperial Prince betrothed to Su Muqing—and a top prodigy of the Lin family, equal in renown to Su Wanqing herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao turned to face her. He glanced once at her stunning face and said: “Hao Tian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Hao Tian, I am Lin Jinrou of the Lin family. May I invite you to our home to teach me Painting Dao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jinrou spoke gently, her eyes fixed on Li Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao shook his head slightly. “Sorry. I’m busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned away from her and chased after Su Muqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jinrou froze. This was the first time anyone had refused her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when she invited Long Yun the Painter Immortal to teach her privately, the woman never refused—never insulted the Lin family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanqing, do you know him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jinrou turned her gaze from Li Hao’s back to Su Wanqing beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing hadn’t expected the other to take interest in Li Hao; given his recent display of painting realm, it was understandable. She sighed softly. Privately, her relationship with Lin Jinrou was tolerable, but now it concerned Su Muqing’s purity, so she spoke lightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is temporarily residing in our Su family—possibly for a hundred years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Temporarily residing?” Lin Jinrou’s eyes flickered. “What is his relationship with your Su family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing smiled bitterly and did not answer. If this news spread, the Gusu Imperial Star would surely shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the main pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao followed beside Su Muqing. Long Yun, the Painting Immortal, sought Li Hao to discuss the Way of Painting, and Su Muqing voluntarily approached Long Yun for guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Hao standing to the side, Long Yun had no real desire to speak at length with Su Muqing but wished to seize the chance to converse with Li Hao. Yet, since Li Hao was the Su family’s True Phoenix, she dared not offend her dignity and patiently explained instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao sat quietly beside them, listening as they spoke, his gaze fixed on Su Muqing’s face, his thoughts drifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This demeanor naturally drew the attention of many noble ladies admiring the paintings in the main pavilion, who began whispering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Su Muqing rose to fame, suitors had never been lacking—but after she announced her connection with the Lin family’s Imperial Prince, all those suitors vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, no one dared compete with that Imperial Prince for his betrothed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True Phoenix matched with True Dragon—perfectly matched, the ultimate pairing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, someone had actually set his sights on Su Muqing and was pursuing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, Su Muqing had resolved several of her painting-related doubts and, overhearing the murmurs around her, finally grew intolerant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snorted coldly, glared at Li Hao, then took her leave from Long Yun, rising and soaring back to the Su family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Hao immediately followed after her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the two departed, the whispers inside the pavilion grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is this Lord Hao Tian? How dare he openly pursue Su Muqing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at the depth in his gaze—he’s practically drooling. He clearly adores Su Muqing deeply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Obviously. If I were a man, I’d adore Su Muqing too. But unfortunately, she belongs to that Imperial Prince, the True Dragon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Lin family finds out about this, will Lord Hao Tian suffer? What a pity—he’s an astonishing painter, truly breathtaking!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Su said he has only a hundred years of soul lifespan. Is that true? If so, he must have some top-tier figure behind him—even an Emperor. Then perhaps he wouldn’t fear the Lin family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young ladies whispered among themselves. All were noble daughters, sharp-witted, and they sensed Li Hao’s background was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Su Muqing return early without greeting her, Su Wanqing felt helpless—but she herself loved painting, so she stayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lin Jinrou learned Li Hao had left and heard the murmurs around her, her eyes glimmered faintly. Could this boy actually be trying to compete with Di Xuan brother for Su Muqing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gusu Imperial Star, Lin family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a magnificent mansion, no less splendid than the Su family’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the inner courtyard, seated atop a cultivation array forged from Chaotic Immortal Stone, a figure in blue robes sat still, his face as refined as jade, strikingly elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him coiled dragon qi—dozens of crimson dragon shapes circling—not a special immortal technique, but his own internalized immortal power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cultivated the Lin family’s supreme immortal art; his immortal power condensed into Candle Dragon Immortal Power. A single unit of this power surpassed ordinary Immortal Lord realm power by a hundredfold—unrivaled within his realm, effortlessly crushing opponents five or six levels higher!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other prodigies considered it a pinnacle to condense their immortal power into mist, then into liquid. But Candle Dragon Immortal Power surpassed even liquid immortal power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As nine Candle Dragon Immortal Power coils vanished into his body, his aura subtly strengthened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes, he saw someone waiting respectfully not far in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two crisp words echoed through the courtyard—like a cool breeze, like moonlight’s blade, carrying faint authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My young master, we’ve just received news regarding Miss Muqing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of “Muqing,” the young man’s cold eyes softened slightly. “What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Muqing attended the Long Yun Painting Exhibition. Rumor says someone is pursuing her there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man bowed low, his aura revealing him as a perfected Immortal Lord—yet now he stood like a servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pursuing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man’s expression returned to calm. “Given Muqing’s beauty and status, suitors are as numerous as fish crossing a river. Why mention such trivial matters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he rose and headed toward the Lin family’s secret realm to train in combat with senior family members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su family, Lake Pavilion Garden, Zhe Immortal Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures returned, one behind the other. Su Muqing entered the courtyard and walked straight into her pavilion without glancing back at Li Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao looked at the tightly shut courtyard gate, then turned and sat on the carved bench beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ma, having not seen Su Wanqing, stepped forward cautiously and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Hao Tian, where is Miss Wanqing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao answered casually—he truly hadn’t paid attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ma withdrew awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard seemed to return to its former stillness: the closed pavilion door, and the young man playing Go alone in the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Zhe Immortal Courtyard was Su Muqing’s main residence. Though not a cultivation array within the pavilion, the courtyard’s immortal power was extraordinarily dense. Li Hao consumed ancient demonic flesh daily; the immortal power seeped into him through food, drink, and ambient energy, and he felt his own immortal power growing deeper, like hazy mist, thickening steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao did not rush to break through or cultivate. His mind was absorbed in Go, carving, and cooking—no energy left to spare for cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if he could break through in these arts, the benefits would be greater, the cost-benefit ratio higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, his sixth-layer Form Dao origin realm allowed his body to naturally absorb heavenly immortal power, automatically refining his immortal body and cultivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The celestial immortal body was slowly being constructed, and over time, it gradually took shape…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this celestial immortal body caused Li Hao’s immortal power to accumulate into vast clouds, faintly seeping into liquid-like forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his immortal power became like water, the celestial immortal body would be fully perfected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid this tranquil passage of time, Su Wanqing visited the Zhe Immortal Courtyard several times, checking on Su Muqing—and also to see if Li Hao still persisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, having witnessed Li Hao’s painting realm earlier, she wished to learn from him. Though she lamented his delusional infatuation, she respected the capable as her teacher and had no qualms about humbly seeking his guidance in painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time they discussed painting, Su Wanqing noticed the boy’s eyes sparkled, his expression radiant—as if a tall, proud swordsman were recounting tales of martial romance, galloping on horseback, singing freely, radiating unique confidence and brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Su Wanqing came, Su Muqing would open her pavilion door, exchange a few words with her sister, or stroll with her through the garden to admire the scenery—rare moments when Li Hao could see her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for her cold glares and disdainful looks, he simply ignored them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Painting has so many subtleties—it can contain so many fundamental Dao truths. Truly unimaginable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the Go board, Su Wanqing rested her chin on her hands, listening as Li Hao patiently explained the Way of Painting, her eyes gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in sunlight, the boy’s face was backlit, his entire being glowing—no less brilliant than the noble prodigies she’d seen in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All Dao paths, if carried to their ultimate, can encompass all things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was another insight he’d gained after comprehending the true essence of painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Sword Dao not also contain all things—wind, fire, thunder, lightning, time, space, metal, wood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single drop of water can reflect the world; a single blade of grass can pierce the sun and moon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Li Hao’s words, Su Wanqing froze. A sudden clarity flashed in her mind—she felt she’d touched something, yet couldn’t grasp it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew it was because her realm was too low; she could not yet capture that fleeting moment of enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you truly love playing Go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing’s gaze shifted from the boy’s face to the Go board. But she didn’t understand Go—it was something only old scholars liked, and she had no interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have so many hobbies. Father said you have only a hundred years of soul lifespan—is that true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing asked curiously. Though she knew her father wouldn’t lie, nor had reason to, she still couldn’t imagine someone reaching such a realm—and such mastery in painting—within a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao smiled and nodded gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing sighed. “Your talent is truly a pity. From what I know of my sister, she won’t change her mind. And… painting is ultimately a minor path. That Lin family’s Imperial Prince is unmatched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Li Hao. She felt no dislike toward this boy; after several lessons, she even believed he was a peerless prodigy, no less extraordinary than the monsters she’d seen among noble clans. But his opponent was that Lin family’s True Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All men in the world paled before him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao fell silent. A hundred years of companionship was indeed too brief. If he could break through to Immortal King within a century, perhaps he could negotiate again with the Su family’s patriarch. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the right to negotiate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred years… Li Hao quietly picked up a black stone and plunged it deep into the white group’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory or defeat is often decided by a single move—the most crucial one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All else is merely setup, mere decoys to mislead the opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the hour grow late, Su Wanqing rose to take leave from Li Hao and headed to the main pavilion to bid farewell to Su Muqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Muqing occasionally watched the courtyard, especially when Su Wanqing arrived. Seeing her sister approach, she frowned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better not get too close to such a person. With this mindset, he’s destined to fail on the path to supreme Dao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing nodded slightly. She understood. That path was extraordinarily difficult. Countless prodigies had broken on it. Beyond talent, bloodline, cultivation resources, opportunity, and insight, one needed an unshakable, invincible Dao heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Dao heart untouched by external distractions, unaffected by any outside influence—indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus on your cultivation. When you claim victory at the Sword Pool, I’ll be waiting to see your glory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wanqing smiled, avoiding mention of Li Hao. She knew Su Muqing despised him—but for some reason, after speaking with the boy so often, her impression of him had quietly changed. Still, thinking of his actions, she couldn’t help but sigh in regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. You too. When the time comes, we’ll claim victory together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Muqing, thinking of the Sword Pool contest years ahead, couldn’t help but smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year had passed, and Li Hao’s celestial immortal body finally reached perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his body, immortal energy coalesced like dew, descending from thick immortal clouds and merging into his immortal form, instantly filling it with potent, dense immortal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If previously the immortal energy had drifted through his body, leaving him merely a hollow bag, now it began to solidify into a water-filled bag; at the same First Layer Immortal Lord realm, a single finger of his immortal energy could suppress other ordinary First Layer Immortal Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He possessed the Celestial Star Meridians, combined with the sixth layer of Form Dao’s primordial source for absorption and transformation; though he never deliberately cultivated, the Celestial Star Meridians remained hidden, yet his rate of absorbing celestial immortal energy far surpassed ordinary cultivators, rivaling the full-speed cultivation of prodigies from great clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Hao had experienced the completion of his immortal body, he felt no great joy—this path was still long, and he had merely taken his first step forward; after all, the foes he would face in the future were not these clan prodigies, but the Supreme Sovereign of the Southern Region, his mortal enemy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years, five years—Li Hao’s immortal dew accumulated ever more, progressing from the Completion Stage to full saturation, crystallizing into Perfect Completion of a Heavenly Immortal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",4003,"2026-06-20T02:15:44.384Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e73558ab3188e8d7893a29a48010e3611c80bd5fa0ffc9fb77b9ed931ad513af","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-826","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-824",929,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-cover.jpg"]