Chapter 879: Crazy Action

Yan Buji stared at the Ten Directions Fist Inscription in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping. The Heavenly Age Daoist's words rang like a thunderclap!

This is not the Martial Ancestor's inheritance.

"What do you mean, senior?" Yan Buji said in a low voice, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

The Heavenly Age Daoist's phantom sighed faintly, his gaze piercing the stone carving as if seeing through ages: "The Martial Ancestor was indeed mighty back then, able to clash head‑on with the Three Gods of the Vast Wilderness using Martial Dao, but he ultimately fled in defeat—not from lack of strength, but…"

"But what?"

"But he discovered that the Martial Dao he cultivated had already been walked by someone else."

Yan Buji's pupils contracted: "Who?"

The Heavenly Age Daoist slowly uttered two words: "Dao Ancestor."

Dao Ancestor?

Is that the one from beyond the heavens?

Through the Heavenly Age Daoist's words, Yan Buji also learned the details of the Martial Ancestor's past campaigns.

In the early days of the Vast Wilderness, when heaven and earth were newly opened, the Martial Ancestor emerged, using Martial Dao to suppress and carve out a living space for humanity, even able to contend with the Vast Wilderness deities.

He fought all the way, defeating myriad foes, ultimately reaching the pinnacle of Martial Dao and touching the threshold of transcendence. Yet just as he was about to step forward, the Three Gods of the Vast Wilderness joined forces to besiege him, inflicting grave injuries.

The Martial Ancestor fled into hiding to nurse his wounds.

But while he was in seclusion seeking a higher realm, he suddenly uncovered a horrifying truth!

His Martial Dao was not unique!

"The Martial Ancestor discovered that the Martial Dao path he cultivated had already been walked by the Dao Ancestor in ages past." The Heavenly Age Daoist said slowly, "And the Dao Ancestor went even farther."

"This means…"

"This means the Martial Ancestor can never transcend." The Heavenly Age Daoist sighed, "Because this path has already been claimed by the Dao Ancestor; no matter how the Martial Ancestor trains, he cannot surpass the Dao Ancestor's achievements."

Yan Buji's face darkened: "So the Martial Ancestor died in despair?"

"Exactly." The Heavenly Age Daoist nodded, "He ultimately grew disheartened, leaving no inheritance, for he knew this path was a dead end."

Yan Buji lowered his gaze to the Ten Directions Fist Inscription in his hand, a tremendous surge rising in his heart.

So that's how it is!

No wonder the Heavenly Demon King is so obsessed with the Martial Ancestor's stone carving!

He isn't trying to make Yan Buji stronger; he's trying to put Yan Buji on a path destined never to transcend!

"Heh…" Yan Buji suddenly sneered, "Heavenly Demon King, you've plotted deep."

The Heavenly Age Daoist looked at him and said slowly, "Do you understand now? The Old Heavenly Demon helped you gather the Martial Ancestor's stone carvings so you would fully walk the Dao Ancestor's Martial Dao path, ensuring you can never transcend and will ultimately become his pawn."

Yan Buji's eyes flashed with cold light: "Then what exactly is this stone carving?"

The Heavenly Age Daoist pondered a moment, then said: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Dao Ancestor's true exposition of Martial Dao, recording its most primordial essence. Indeed, the Martial Dao power within you, distinct from a martial practitioner's True Essence, is likely also a path walked by the Dao Ancestor; otherwise you could not accommodate the Martial Ancestor's inheritance."

The Immortal Essence born of spirit‑flesh union is also a path walked by the Dao Ancestor?!

Yan Buji's face shifted: "Does this mean that, long ago, during my time among the Dragon People, I already received the Martial Dao inheritance walked by the Dao Ancestor?"

It couldn't have been forced on him by the Heavenly Demon King, could it?

Yan Buji recalls that, although he had dealings with the Heavenly Demon King back then, the latter didn't pay him much attention—later….

"So who was targeting me back then to give me this Martial Dao cultivation method?"

Yan Buji sighed, feeling the water grow ever murkier, and continued: "Is it stronger than the genuine Martial Ancestor's inheritance?"

"Much stronger." The Heavenly Age Daoist nodded, "But it also means the deeper you cultivate it, the less you can transcend—there is no forward path."

Yan Buji fell silent for a long while, then suddenly broke into a grin: "Interesting."

"You…" the Heavenly Age Daoist frowned.

"Since the Martial Ancestor's path leads nowhere, I'll take it anyway." Yan Buji's eyes flashed with madness: "Who says the Martial Dao road must follow the ancients' rules?"

The Heavenly Age Daoist startled, then shook his head: "You're too arrogant."

"Arrogant?" Yan Buji laughed loudly, "Senior, you just said the Martial Ancestor died in despair because he found his path had been taken by someone else, right?"

"Exactly."

"Then what if…" Yan Buji's eyes blazed with light, "the path I walk is one even the Dao Ancestor never trod?"

The Heavenly Age Daoist's pupils contracted.

Yan Buji said no more, then crushed the stone carving in his hand with a fierce grip!

"Crack!"

The moment the stone carving shattered, countless Primordial Divine Scripts emerged, turning into flowing light that poured into Yan Buji's body. His aura surged violently, and the True Meaning of Martial Dao all around began to twist and transform, faintly showing a tendency to transcend the existing Martial Dao framework.

"You…!" the Heavenly Age Daoist exclaimed in shock.

"Since the Dao Ancestor's Martial Dao is a dead end, and the Martial Ancestor's path is also a dead end, I will use his Martial Dao as nourishment to forge my own way!" Yan Buji laughed wildly, "The Heavenly Demon King wants me to never transcend? Too bad—he miscalculated."

"I, Yan Buji, am certainly not afraid to risk my life!"

Before his words faded, Yan Buji directly discarded the Patterned Mysterious Skill within him, instead letting Immortal Essence and magical power mingle inside his Purple Mansion!

"You…" the Heavenly Age Daoist stared wide‑eyed, unable to believe what was happening to Yan Buji.

Although he saw that Yan Buji might possess some powerful secret technique allowing dual cultivation of martial methods, he never expected Yan Buji to dare discard that secret technique at this moment, letting his Martial Dao power and magical power merge together.

"You're crazy—stop now!"

"I won't stop!" Yan Buji gritted his teeth.

He realized that if he continued this step‑by‑step cultivation, he might not even reach the Great Vehicle Stage in the end.

But if he wants to reach the supreme, he must cast off all restraints!

Before, Yan Buji had no choice; the Patterned Mysterious Skill was his only way to keep pace with those heaven‑prided geniuses and the key to guaranteeing his combat strength.

But now, Yan Buji realizes he has nowhere left to retreat!

The spirit‑flesh union's Martial Dao path dooms Yan Buji to a one‑way road; he has no alternative!

Even if it's cultivating magical power, no matter how profound, what can it do?

Only the Grand Dao of Laws might be the true key; then being obsessed with the school of the cultivation path is completely unnecessary.

Since the essence of cultivation is to become stronger, walking the predecessors' path is not impossible in Yan Buji's eyes, but now he realizes he has already stepped onto a road set up by some people; so while his magical power and Immortal Essence are still under his control, he might as well go crazy!

Go crazy!

Even crazier!

Yan Buji's expression changed instantly; the surging Immortal Essence and magical power, without the obstruction of the Flower Pattern Mysterious Technique, were no longer clearly distinct, and the Dao Mark within his body became even more rampant due to the clash of the two different systems' power.

Yan Buji instantly felt the world go dark and collapsed straight to the ground.

Immediately, his limbs swelled, seeming about to explode from the rampaging power, turning into a puddle of muddy blood.