Nameless Grotto.
The inner space of the grotto was extremely vast, not a bit smaller than a basketball court.
The entire grotto was constructed of soil and stone.
Although soil and stone were things seen everywhere, these were dirt and rocks from the Investiture of the Gods World.
Taiyi Golden Immortals, Grand Luo Golden Immortals, and Quasi-Sage masters frequently fought in this world, yet the world still existed; one could imagine the strength of this realm.
At the center of the grotto was a seat piled from unpretentious yellow soil and blocks of bluestone, very down-to-earth.
Seated upright on the seat was a heroic, handsome, and extraordinary young man. He closed his eyes tightly, with myriad paths of rosy light above his head, and wisps of hazy purple Qi rising from his body. Strands of obscure and hard-to-understand Dao rhythms drifted outward, illuminating the entire grotto as bright as day.
A scroll of yellowish bamboo slips floated around the man's body. The bamboo slips emitted an unfathomable aura, as if piercing through the long river of time, infinite space, exploring destiny, and expounding cause and effect...
Succeeded?
All the strange sights in the cave vanished. The man with closed eyes opened his dual pupils, extended a palm, and caught the falling bamboo slips.
This person was none other than Wang Ming, who was deducing the path ahead.
What he was practicing at this moment was the Immortal Dao cultivation technique.
The end of the Immortal Dao was nothing more than a saint.
There were three methods of becoming a saint in total: proving the Dao through strength, becoming a saint through merit, and the Three Corpses Method.
Proving the Dao through strength...
Wang Ming had deduced it previously, and it failed.
Thus, he began to deduce the Three Corpses Method.