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In the Yin Mountain Underground Palace, I had just emerged from the cycle of time when the Old Scholar attempted to kill me. I turned to look at the disheveled figure of the Old Scholar and said, "The scars have just healed, and you've forgotten the pain. You're gravely injured; shouldn't you rest a bit before making your move?"
The Old Scholar replied, "Killing you is more than enough. The rules passed down through the Daoist Sect state that anyone who touches upon the arts of time must be killed without mercy. You've touched a taboo, and no one can save you!"
With that, the Old Scholar struck towards my heart. However, he rolled right through my body.
"What’s happening?" The Old Scholar exclaimed in shock, turning to look at me with a puzzled expression.
My body radiated a golden light, enveloped by a distorted space-time. I sighed and said, "You've been trying to poison me since the day I was born. Now that you're nearing your end, what is it that you still can't let go of?"
The Old Scholar scoffed, his face filled with disdain. "If it weren't for you, I would have long obtained the Book of Life and Death and become the Dao Sovereign of this age. What right do you have to lecture me in front of the Old Man?"
"Don't you think you're reaping what you've sown?" I countered.
"You've jumped around in front of the Old Man time and again; if I don't kill you, how can I ease his wrath?" The Old Scholar roared as he charged at me. He executed the Void Technique, freezing space around us. Soon, the entire area was filled with Nether Power from the Ghost Gate Secret Technique, endless tendrils piercing through the void, aiming to kill me.
Dao Fire ignited around me, slowing my movements as I gently struck at the Old Scholar's abdomen. He was suddenly sent flying out of the Underground Palace.
The Old Scholar retaliated with a palm strike towards me, but his Dao Qi passed through my body and collapsed the Underground Palace behind me.
I stepped forward, my Light Shadow overlapping as I kicked towards the Old Scholar. He struck the ground with his palm, flipping himself up to land on the Observation Platform outside the Underground Palace.
The Old Scholar formed seals with his hands and chanted incantations. An endless flow of Dao Qi rippled around him; his Daoist Robe fluttered without wind. The entire Yin Mountain trembled as the ground split open, releasing countless foul gases from below like a murky dragon. Pure air condensed as he gathered his Great Void Technique, and runes of Yin-Yang and Five Elements surged beneath his feet.
The Old Scholar declared, "Earthly Unity! Five Elements and Eight Trigrams! Even if you learn from books, you remain within the Five Elements. The Old Man does not believe this Zhou Killing Formation can’t harm you!"
I shook my head and sighed, moving slowly through the Zhou Killing Formation until I stood before the Old Scholar, whose face radiated a hazy golden light. I struck him with a punch to his heart.
The Old Scholar fell like a leaf in the wind, and time seemed to slow down immensely. Yet he could not control my actions; as he spun in mid-air, I delivered a palm strike that sent him crashing to the ground.
I stood with my hands clasped behind my back, pressing my right palm against the top of the Old Scholar's head. "Throughout history, countless brilliant Dao Sovereigns and Supreme masters from various eras have contributed no less than you. Their Daoist Arts differ, yet all have been recorded in my Martial Dao Classic. Aside from One Qi Transforming into Three Purities, the Daoist Arts you have learned do not even rank among them. From this day forth, the Old Scholar shall be erased from existence; your power will now be mine to wield."
I pressed my fingertips against the acupoint on the Old Scholar's head, channeling my Dao Qi and reversing his Meridians. The Old Scholar trembled violently, his expression one of horror as I absorbed over a century's worth of his Dao Qi.
"You will suffer for forcibly absorbing my Cultivation Method! There is no such thing as easily taking someone else's power!" the Old Scholar shouted, tears streaming down his face.
When I finally removed my hand from his head, the Old Scholar was left in a state of despair, looking suddenly aged and frail. His once robust body, filled with boundless Dao Qi and vitality, had been completely drained. He was left with nothing but a feeble shell of life; with only the remnants of his essence, he could not sustain the reopening of his Qi Sea and would perish within two years.
"Back then, you placed an incurable Blood Poison Curse on me, yet I survived. You destroyed my Golden Core and ruined my Qi Sea, but I still lived. Now that I have your Dao Qi, even if I suffer from Injury of the Dao, what does it matter? The Supreme Realm is within reach; you will witness how I kill Song Qianqiu and how I transcend the Nine Thunder Tribulation to ascend to the immortal realm. Take care of yourself."
With that, I vanished into thin air. Using the power of time reincarnation from books—from the establishment of the Daoist Sect to its thousands of years of development—I had observed countless talented individuals and their paths before they met their demise. I did not intentionally alter the past; rather, I analyzed their insights through my Martial Dao Classic.
My mastery over forbidden techniques surpassed that of any previous generation; claiming the Old Scholar's power was merely one of many forbidden arts at my disposal.
Last night, after disappearing from Yin Mountain Underground Palace, Zhou Manman and Guo Daozhen waited in vain before hastily returning to Qingliang Mountain. When I appeared above Qingliang Mountain, I saw Song Qianqiu leading Miao Guanyin, White-Robed Old Scholar, and Ghost King attacking Qingliang Mountain.
Since Song Qianqiu's resurrection three years ago, he had become acutely aware of danger. Faced with someone nearly at the Supreme level like me—along with my Evil Weapon and Rift Path—he found himself unable to resist. The only path before him was death. Thus, after much contemplation, Song Qianqiu decided to strike first; despite possessing an Immortal Dao Fruit, he feared that repeated attempts on his life would expose vulnerabilities.
A month ago, when Song Qianqiu saw me as nothing more than a severely injured waste incapable of even raising a trace of Dao Qi, he understood that my survival and ascension to Supreme mastery hinged on Zhou Manman's Ascension Elixir.
At that moment, everyone was trapped within the Great Void Technique, surrounded by Yin Soldiers and Corpse Demons, with the void sealed off. After battling for hundreds of rounds, Guo Daozhen was gravely injured and fell to the ground, while Zhou Manman was captured.
Song Qianqiu laughed heartily, "You're the only one here who hasn't been to Mount Tai. I guessed correctly; it must be you who passed your Ascension Elixir to Yang Hao. Without the Ascension Elixir, let's see how he breaks free this time!"
As soon as Song Qianqiu finished speaking, he noticed a figure flash by, and my silhouette appeared on Qingliang Mountain, my form hazy like a person in the mist.
"How can this be?" Song Qianqiu exclaimed in shock, feeling the powerful fluctuations emanating from me.
He turned to Miao Guanyin and said, "What are you waiting for? Kill him! He doesn't have the Ascension Elixir; he's just putting on an act!"
Upon hearing this, Miao Guanyin gathered her palms and unleashed the Fury Realm. Within the Fury Realm, my figure appeared. Miao Guanyin suddenly brought her palms together, compressing the air. My form was crushed into powder within the Fury Realm, yet the real me remained unmoving in place, like a Buddha sitting still for a thousand years.
I floated in the air, riding the wind. Wherever I passed, lotus flowers bloomed behind me, mountains grew taller and roots intertwined, as malleable as water yet solidifying rapidly.
"What is happening? Has Haozi reached the One Thought, One Bloom realm?" Five's Surprise exclaimed.
One Thought, One Bloom. Under His Rule, only those with Supreme strength could comprehend this path. Among all the Supreme masters of that time, aside from Laozi Li Er, only two others had mastered One Thought, One Bloom: Buddhism's First Zen Patriarch Bodhidharma and The Founder of Nanhai Guanyin Monastery, Mud Buddha. It was said that those who could achieve One Thought, One Bloom could restore vitality to all things and even bring the dead back to life.
"Haozi, what are you waiting for? Quickly save Manman!" Huzi shouted at me as I floated in the air.
"Not a chance!" Song Qianqiu snorted and struck down at Zhou Manman.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock. Huzi despondently said, "Why? He has clearly reached the One Thought, One Bloom state but isn't making a move to save her. Could it be that he isn't Haozi?"
Injured and barely able to open his eyes, Guo Daozhen looked up at the trajectory of my movement and said, "This is not One Thought, One Bloom, but Creation!"
Pangu opened the heavens, and Nuwa created humanity. According to ancient legends, only the progenitor of mankind could possess the technique of Creation. At that moment, behind me, Light Shadow solidified into a jagged mountain range, trailing behind me like a long dragon.
"Even if it is Creation, why doesn't he save Manman?" Wu Ye looked up at the sky in confusion.
Song Qianqiu was furious, watching me fly calmly through the air until I formed a strange mountain that enveloped everything.
I waved my right hand to the left, reversing time back to the moment when everyone was captured and Zhou Manman was being choked.
Song Qianqiu unleashed the Great Wilderness Scripture, gazing at the frozen crowd and at me, who stood unafraid before them. "So you really learned the Time Forbidden Technique, which is why you are not affected by the Great Wilderness Scripture."
I observed what had happened before and then turned the wheel of time forward into the future.
Ten years later, still atop Mount Tai, a haggard Rain Master Luo appeared. Not far behind her was a handsome young man in his twenties, radiating golden light as he walked toward the Altar of Sacrifice on Mount Tai.
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