Qing Huan Breaks Through to the Mid-Quasi-Saint Stage
Two clear and pure beams of light, yet containing terrifying power, shot out from the tops of the two people's heads, transforming into two figures with a similar aura to their original selves, but more condensed and more in harmony with the Great Dao — the Two Corpses of Good and Evil!
Di Jun's temperament became increasingly profound and majestic, while Tai Yi's sharpness grew even stronger, becoming unstoppable.
Mid-Quasi-Saint!
These two supreme brothers, born from the Solar Star, used their merit in establishing their race and creating the heavens to cross the insurmountable chasm that countless powerful beings could not reach.
In the Primordial Wilderness western lands, deep within the Mount Emei, towering peaks rise one after another, seas of clouds surge, Immortal Flower bloom, and spiritual springs gurgle.
A figure in a green robe was leisurely walking among the strange peaks and secluded valleys, his eyes as deep as the starry Starry Sky, sweeping over the rocks and vegetation, searching for the spiritual essence and Daoist principles in the darkness.
It was none other than Qing Huan.
Primordial Wilderness, they sought out Innate Spiritual Treasures left behind from the beginning of time, hoping to comprehend the traces of the Great Dao.
Suddenly, Di Jun's declaration, imbued with the will of Heavenly Dao, pierced through endless space and reached straight to the heart!
Qing Huan froze abruptly, his usual composure instantly replaced by astonishment.
Although he knew that his own origins were special, and that he was Innate Deities like Nuwa, Fuxi, and Tai Yi, he had also imagined that Di Jun might bestow upon him the title of Demon Emperor, so that they could jointly control the Demon Race Fortune.
However...
The words "Celestial Venerable" resounded in his mind like a thunderclap from the heavens!
"The Demon Race... Celestial Venerable?"
Qing Huan muttered to himself, his eyes flashing intensely.
This title is extraordinary! Celestial Venerable, a position of supreme authority, surpassing even the emperor.
Di Jun's conferment of this title is both an attempt to win him over and a way to completely bind him to the demon race's war chariot. Its significance far exceeds expectations!
Before Qing Huan could think further, Golden Light of Merit far more dazzling and refined than that obtained by ordinary demons descended from the sky, carrying a vast purple Luck as boundless as the ocean! Its scale was second only to Di Jun, and even faintly surpassed Tai Yi, Nuwa, and Fuxi!
"What a generous gift from Di Jun! We really can't refuse it!"
A sharp light flashed in Qing Huan's eyes as he instantly understood the key to the matter.
Unlike Di Jun and Tai Yi, they were not in a hurry to improve their cultivation and Magic Power.
With his hands outstretched in a gesture of respect, he unleashed a profound magic seal. The boundless Golden Light of Merit did not merge into his body, but was instead drawn by his mind and poured entirely into a treasure floating above his Celebration Cloud — the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit!
The Golden Lotus hummed, radiating an unprecedentedly brilliant light. Its petals unfolded layer by layer, as if thousands of Buddha phantoms were chanting sutras in the lotus heart. Boundless Xuanhuang Qi permeated the surrounding space, rendering it sacred and solemn.
Using the immeasurable Merit of establishing the clan as fuel, and with his profound understanding of the Great Dao, Qing Huan devoted himself to comprehending the true meaning of "now" that is contained deep within the Golden Lotus, symbolizing purity, flawlessness, Invulnerable to All Laws! Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and a sense of perfection, eternity, and dwelling in the present moment flowed through his heart.
At the same time, the immense Demon Race Fortune was absorbed into his body without hesitation.
His Luck surged like a dragon, instantly breaking through the shackles of the early stage of Quasi-Sage, and his Magic Power surged like a river bursting its banks!
The barrier of the Mid-Quasi-Saint realm is as fragile as paper in the face of this torrent of Luck that gathers the enormous potential of the new demon race.
Just as his realm stabilized at the peak of the Mid-Quasi-Saint, the radiance of the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit receded and suddenly contracted!
At the height of the golden light, a figure materialized from the ethereal and slowly stepped out. He wore a dazzling golden robe embroidered with Golden Lotus patterns, and his face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Qing Huan's true form, yet their temperaments were entirely different. He exuded a pure, immaculate, eternally enduring, and indestructible aura of perfection, and his eyes were clear, as if he could see through the fleeting light of the ancient river of time.
The golden-robed youth faced Qing Huan's true form, a gentle smile like the rising sun playing on his lips. He slowly bowed, his voice calm yet containing the essence of the Great Dao:
"Qing Huan, please bestow a name upon me."
Qing Huan gazed at this avatar, created by combining his own Great Dao with the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, drawing upon immeasurable Merit, and slashing according to the Dao of the "present," and understood in his heart:
"You are my obsession in the present moment, slashed out from the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, Heavenly Dao Merit, and dwelling in the eternal present."
Only the 'present moment' is eternal and indestructible, impervious to all laws; your name shall be—'Jin Daoist Jin Shi '!
"Very well! My name is Jin Shi. Thank you for bestowing this name upon me!"
Daoist Jin Shi nodded with a smile, his figure transforming into a pure golden stream of light, instantly disappearing into the purple mansion between Qing Huan's brows, completely merging with the primordial spirit of the original body.
An unprecedented sense of clarity, determination, and fulfillment filled Qing Huan's entire body, and his perception and control over the laws of heaven and earth and the order of space and time suddenly increased more than tenfold!
Every slight fluctuation of the laws was as clearly visible as the lines on the palm of one's hand.
"Mid-Quasi-Saint..."
Qing Huan slowly clenched his fist, feeling the vast Magic Power surging within his body and the almost primal affinity with the laws of the Great Dao, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
"Compared to the beginning, it's truly a world of difference! The control over heaven and earth is now so clear!"
What kind of scene would it be to transcend the insurmountable barrier and achieve the realm of Hunyuan Saint?
The Primordial Wilderness truth is that "below even Sage are but ants," and this is absolutely true!
Looking up towards the direction of the Thirty-Three Heavens, one sees Luck, like a dragon, rising ceaselessly.
"Having enjoyed the Luck and obtained this position of Heavenly Venerable, it would be unreasonable and arouse suspicion if he did not show himself now."
With this in mind, Qing Huan stopped and began to move. Clouds rose beneath his feet, and his figure transformed into a streak of azure light containing the mysteries of time and space, tearing through layers of space and heading straight for the Heavenly Court!
At this moment, on the heavenly path leading from the Buzhou Mountain to the Thirty-Three Heavens, all spirits have gathered, and Yao Qi soars into the sky.
Nuwa, Fuxi, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and the other Ten Great Demon Gods led countless demons, including billions of beings of various forms who had just received the blessings of Creation. Filled with excitement, awe, and anticipation, they surged towards the new Heavenly Court, which symbolized the supreme glory and power of the demon race, like rivers flowing into the sea.
For the first time, the Primordial Wilderness sky was shrouded in the Luck of such a vast and unified race, forming a boundless auspicious cloud of the demon race.
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.
An ancient and desolate atmosphere permeated the air. In the center of the temple, the enormous, star-like phantom of a heart (the Heart of Pangu) throbbed deeply and powerfully, radiating the profound primordial power of the Primordial Earth.
Thirteen towering figures, their blood and qi burning like in a furnace, sat around the group; these were the Thirteen Ancestral Witch.
However, at this moment, there was no peace in the temple; the atmosphere was as oppressive and violent as a volcano about to erupt.
Di Jiang's face was as still as water, and the Power of Space around him was slightly distorted.
Zhurong's eyes were bloodshot, and flames rose uncontrollably around his body, scorching the void with a crackling sound.
The water on Gonggong's body surged wildly, with raging waves appearing and disappearing.
Electric snakes danced Qiang Liang around Qiangliang... Every Ancestral Witch radiated boundless rage and... intense resentment!
"Roar--!"
Zhurong was the first to lose his temper, slamming his fist into the incredibly hard black stone ground beneath him, creating a large crater covered with spiderweb-like cracks, where magma-like blood boiled.