Now that Nine Infants was dead, Cheng Cheng had chopped its body into eight pieces and taken them away to make pills, while Meng Qingying eagerly went along to provide Phoenix Fire. Qin Yi had little interest in such matters, but he would not stop them either, so he did not join in and continued studying his door.
Setting aside whether it had a Door Spirit or not, the significance of a complete door was truly terrifying.
He had not noticed it before, but now that the dust had settled and the Door of Myriad Mysteries stood upon Kunlun Peak, that mysterious, unfathomable aura finally spread forth in full.
Young dragons and fledgling phoenixes circled the door, lingering without leaving. Spirit birds and white deer roamed on either side.
Myriad Great Daos emerged from within it; sun, moon, and stars seemed to loom faintly behind its curtain. The birth and extinction of life, countless creations, the evolution of chaos, and the soaring of all living things.
At this moment, Qin Yi no longer felt as though he could glimpse the Great Dao yet never seize it.
It was as if the Great Dao had been written into his mind, and he understood everything at a glance.
He could even draw upon it freely, just as he had explained life and death earlier.
With great cunning, he changed the rules back again.
The final battle was impossible to predict. If something went wrong, everyone could still preserve their lives. If he set the threshold too high, immortality would belong only to outsiders beyond the heavens. That would truly be smashing his own foot with a stone.
If Nine Infants knew in the underworld, it would likely be so furious that it would come back to life just to die again.
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