New Chapter: When Water Flows, a Channel Forms

What bronze bottle, what drifting letters—he cast them all aside. Wang Xuan was simply too busy, his mind wholly invested in Dao-imperialization, drunk within it and forgetting the way home.

He forgot both self and surroundings. When he raised his head, he saw only a universe, with a brilliant river of stars winding through it.

That was his skullcap.

Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit took form and sat quietly within his body. Looking skyward, he saw his skullcap shine brilliantly, an endless starry sky where profound Dao rhythms emerged and textures flowed.

His skull was like a dome. The Imperial Daoized textures linked into rivers, vast and boundless.

As for outside his body, there was no light. Wherever the Imperial Daoized textures did not spread was like a pitch-black universe, filled with the sense of the unknown.

At that moment, one texture at the very center of his skullcap was the most dazzling. An Imperial Daoized imprint exclusive to himself was being born, unlike any form recorded in the many scriptures.

This was a process, not something completed in an instant.

After the initial "dome" had become entirely radiant, while it gave birth to that unique texture, his skullcap underwent immense changes, culminating in a final drastic transformation.

The areas around his skull grew dim, while only the core of his skullcap became more glaring. A mass of imprint rose like a great sun.

Yet it did not shine upon all things or illuminate the dome. Instead, it absorbed the light of the other textures, gathering it into itself and nurturing new life.

The scene resembled this: ten thousand patterns perished, one principle was born.

Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit also rose into the region of his skullcap, quietly observing the change. He did not stop it.

The Imperial Daoized textures he