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Since Hongjun entered the Immortal Pool, Ye Chuanze felt an overwhelming sense of crisis. If Hongjun could discover his presence and see through his disguise, then other immortals could certainly do the same. The reason Hongjun spared Ye Chuanze and did not take him as a treasure was that he was a legitimate immortal, with a firm heart that was not obsessed with external possessions. In the ancient Primordial World, all things could cultivate to attain human nature and become immortals. For those sentient beings who had awakened their intelligence, immortals would always show mercy and would not forcibly extinguish them. This was the compassion for all beings under the Heavenly Dao and the principle of this Primordial World. The original sentient beings of the Primordial World were born naturally, formed from innate spiritual entities.
Hongjun's character did not represent that of other immortals. If Ye Chuanze encountered an immortal obsessed with power and treasures, he might be forcibly taken as a treasure, his consciousness erased to become a lifeless object. Of course, whether Ye Chuanze's consciousness could be easily erased was another matter altogether. The title of Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, Twelfth Rank, World-Destruction Black Lotus was not just for show.
Moreover, in the world, where there is righteousness, there is also evil; where there are immortals, there are demons. If he were to encounter a powerful demon cultivator, there would be no mercy or appreciation for talent; they would strike first and take Ye Chuanze as a treasure. Demon cultivators acted according to their whims and were ruthless in their methods, showing no restraint. Unlike cultivators of immortality, who always held a measure of compassion, goodwill, and caution.
With this sense of crisis in his heart, Ye Chuanze became increasingly careful and cautious. He once again caused the pond to bloom with lotus flowers, hiding his figure. Then he carefully concealed his immortal aura and spiritual energy, striving to blend into the surrounding environment so as not to be discovered by outsiders. However, his efforts were rendered futile by Rahul's intrusion.
Under the moonlight, the lotus flowers in full bloom quietly opened up, their leaves spreading gracefully without being overly flamboyant. Ye Chuanze bathed in the moonlight, his mind clear and pure. He was practicing the technique given to him by Hongjun. Although Ye Chuanze had an innate method of cultivation passed down to him, he found that the technique provided by Hongjun was profound and intricate, far more advanced than his own method; it subtly carried traces of the Heavenly Dao Law.
Pangu opened up the heavens and transformed into the Primordial; when the Creation Jade Plate shattered, Hongjun obtained a fragment of this Creation Jade Plate. The Creation Jade Plate recorded the source principles of the world; having acquired it, Hongjun's understanding of Dao Law was naturally incomparable to others. It was precisely because he obtained this fragment of the Creation Jade Plate that he could comprehend the source principles of the world and ultimately attain sainthood, even merging with the Heavenly Dao and transcending above all beings in the Primordial World.
The cultivation technique imparted by Hongjun to Ye Chuanze was naturally more profound and expansive than his own method. It contained insights into the source principles of the world that Hongjun had comprehended; this technique could break through all worldly illusions and reach the essence of existence. It could be said that this was a cultivation method sufficient for attaining sainthood and enlightenment. To put it metaphorically, Ye Chuanze's own cultivation method was like an undergraduate textbook while what Hongjun gave him was akin to a doctoral textbook—immediately making their differences apparent.
At this moment, Ye Chuanze did not realize how advanced the technique given to him by Hongjun truly was; he never expected that Hongjun would provide him with such a high-level resource. In his view, such an advanced or even ultimate cultivation technique should be well-hidden and practiced alone without easily passing it on to others—at least not to someone like him who had only met once and did not even know the other's name.
Indeed, Ye Chuanze had no idea who Hongjun was; he had no knowledge that he would become one of the highest existences in the future Primordial World. Hongjun did not reveal his identity; thus, Ye Chuanze —a recluse who had been living in the Immortal Pool since time immemorial—could not guess who he was. This fool with a lack of insight speculated about Hongjun's identity but failed to deduce anything significant and simply set it aside.
Many years later, when Ye Chuanze saw Hongjun again, Hongjun had already ascended to sit atop the grand hall of Purple Cloud Palace. At that moment, Ye Chuanze pounded his chest in regret! Had he known that he was Dao Ancestor Hongjun back then, he would have shamelessly sought patronage! If he had been supported by Dao Ancestor, he certainly would have avoided many subsequent tragic experiences and walked a smoother path toward immortality and enlightenment. However, without those trials, perhaps he would not have come this far on his journey toward enlightenment or achieved such high accomplishments. Everything has its gains and losses; everything is fair.
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While absorbing the essence of the moon and immersed in cultivation, Ye Chuanze suddenly jolted awake; someone had broken through his illusions and entered the Immortal Pool. A man dressed in black with ink-black hair walked towards him under the moonlight. The man exuded a dense aura of malevolence; even the fragrant lotus scent could not mask the bloody killing intent emanating from him. Just one glance at him led Ye Chuanze to conclude that this was a formidable character—today he could not escape calamity.
The black-clad man's appearance was almost demonic in its beauty; there was a heavy air of hostility between his brows and an arrogant demeanor on his face. This man was bloodthirsty—one who would kill at any provocation. He was certainly not an orthodox cultivator; even if cultivators harbored dark thoughts within them, they at least presented themselves as benevolent on the surface—unlike this man before him whose murderous aura could not be concealed.
Ye Chuanze felt a tightness in his heart, knowing that today he was doomed. The person before him was different from Hongjun; he was someone truly unrestrained. He would not spare the innate supreme Spiritual Treasure just because Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus had awakened its consciousness. Instead, he would find a way to erase Ye Chuanze's existence, turning Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus into a soulless object, a tool for himself.
"Look what I've found," the man in black murmured to himself, then waved his hand, causing all the lotus flowers in the pond to break. In an instant, only a pool of fallen petals remained. "Primal Spirit Treasure, Twelfth Grade, World-Destroying Black Lotus, it seems my luck is quite good today."
The man in black lightly tapped his toes and flew into the air, retrieving the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus from the center of the celestial pond. Hovering above the pond, he gently caressed the petals of the Black Lotus, his voice soft as he said, "Little thing, aren't you going to greet me?"
Ye Chuanze remained silent, pretending to be dead.
"Heh..." A low chuckle escaped him as he continued, "Don't hide, little thing; I know you're there. Although I am somewhat surprised that such a defiant divine object as Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus has awakened its intelligence—didn't the heavens strike you down?"
Ye Chuanze continued to feign death; he had no interest in conversing with someone who wanted to kill him and use his body as a treasure.
"It seems you don't want to talk to me?" the man in black said softly. "In that case, you can die! Your body belongs to me now."
The man in black injected a Dao Law force into the Black Lotus, attempting to snuff out Ye Chuanze's consciousness.
A sharp pain shot through Ye Chuanze, and he quickly activated his spells to resist the attack from the man in black. A layer of purple-black light enveloped the black lotus, blocking all external attacks; this was the nearly flawless invincible defense of the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus.
The man's expression showed slight surprise before breaking into a sinister smile. "I never expected you could withstand my attack; the power of an Innate Spiritual Treasure is indeed extraordinary."
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze felt no sense of pride; instead, he wanted to cry. What good was an invincible defense? He still had to surrender obediently without any ability to resist. With an attack power of five being useless against an enemy with full defensive capabilities! He would rather switch it around—five in defense and full attack power. At least then he could hit back when facing an enemy instead of helplessly watching them act arrogantly while he suffered in silence. Truly tragic not having transformed into human form; despite possessing immense magical power that couldn't be utilized, Ye Chuanze became increasingly determined to achieve human form as soon as possible.
Regardless of how furious Ye Chuanze felt inside, the man in black cheerfully declared, "I'll spare your life for now; from now on, you'll be my treasure!" Clearly satisfied with Ye Chuanze's invincible defense and feeling like he had struck gold, the man in black was in high spirits.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze disdainfully curled his lip. What did it mean to spare his life? It was evident that he couldn't do anything about him. As someone who had unfortunately become another's treasure and lost his freedom, Ye Chuanze felt immense rage and decided not to hide it anymore. He snapped back defiantly, "Hmph! Don't talk big; if you have the ability, go ahead and kill me! If you don't have that capability, then don't spout nonsense—you're just flattering yourself!"
The smile on the face of the man in black instantly faded, and he said in a rather unpleasant tone, "I may not be able to kill you, but I certainly have the ability to torment you until you feel miserable."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain surged through Ye Chuanze's consciousness, like being pricked by countless needles, an incessant and overwhelming ache. Ye Chuanze had always been someone who knew how to read the situation. The only reason he dared to confront the man in black earlier was that he believed the man could not kill him. Now that he realized the man had the ability to torment him, he immediately wilted and shouted, "Stop! Hero! You have passed my test and can be my master."
"Hmm? A test?"
"It's like this..." Ye Chuanze spoke with utmost sincerity, "You see, I am Primal Spirit Treasure, Twelfth Grade, World-Destroying Black Lotus. Ordinary people do not qualify to be my master. For everyone who wishes to become my master, I set a test to prove they possess the strength worthy of that title. For tens of thousands of years, I have been searching for my master, but unfortunately, no one has been able to pass my test; their abilities are simply too weak."
The man in black fell silent upon hearing this, his expression neutral and unreadable.
Seeing this, Ye Chuanze quickly changed his tone and said flatteringly, "And just at that moment, you appeared! You are so powerful, so handsome, so perfect! Congratulations, hero. You have passed my test; you have conquered me. You are my destined master! Our meeting is fated; indeed, my master is the strongest!"
"Ha..." The man in black was pleased by Ye Chuanze's words. "The strongest? Hmm, then you will follow me from now on!"
The pain in his consciousness dissipated, and Ye Chuanze secretly wiped away his sweat, thinking to himself how he managed to deceive him!
The man in black held the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus in his hand and said arrogantly, "I will let you know that I, Rahul, am truly the strongest and the one worthy of being your master!"
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