Organizing Divine Abilities

The Demon Lord and Dugu Baitian's concerns were not without reason. Fang Xuan was, after all, an outsider.

It was like a bandit entering one's home. While everyone was worrying over how to deal with the bandit, an expert suddenly arrived and dealt with him. Yet afterward, they would worry about what that expert might do to their home. Neither of them was the sort to entrust their lives to another's goodwill. Otherwise, they would not have laid plans across the ages merely to kill the Heaven Path.

However, Fang Xuan could not be bothered with their suspicions. The Heaven Path had been destroyed, while the new Heaven Path had yet to arise. The Great Dao was manifesting, its laws laid bare. This was precisely the perfect opportunity for cultivation. How could Fang Xuan have time for such messy affairs?

Upon a deserted mountain range, Fang Xuan sat cross-legged atop a blue stone, his eyes slightly closed as his mind reflected heaven and earth.

"Now that I am fighting experts, having martial arts that are too complicated is not a good thing. Moreover, every divine ability I cultivate belongs to someone else. The beginning of every great figure lies in having their own Dao. Only by creating something belonging to oneself can one ultimately achieve greatness. I aspire to reach the summit and attain eternity. I must create something of my own, create my own Great Dao. Now that the Dao Pearls of Origin and Creation stand before me as examples, I do not seek to surpass them. With my current cultivation, I am not qualified to speak of surpassing them. But I can draw upon them to nurture something that belongs to me, then continually perfect it."

"Once I have something of my own, it will be like possessing