Fuheng Eastern Realm, Eternal Dao Traces

Within the boundless, shadowy chaos, an enormous palace sped through the void at a velocity ordinary people could scarcely comprehend, crossing tens of millions of miles in the blink of an eye.

This palace was the Myriad Travel Palace, an exceptionally unique force within the chaos.

Within this vast palace, in a certain corner, inside a cave abode suffused with Dao resonance, a young man in Daoist robes sat deep in thought.

To the young man's left floated an ancient scripture before him, its pages turning ceaselessly. The Dao resonance within the scripture was continuously drawn out, manifesting the scripture's true meaning in a special form.

To his right, his hand kept writing something in midair. Flecks of spiritual resonance flowed around his fingertips, gathering in an instant before being wiped away again in the next.

This young man was naturally Han Yi, cultivating in seclusion here. The ancient scripture at his left was the "Yellow Court Scripture" he had obtained from the Dao body of the Yellow Court Dao Ancestor.

What he was doing now was deducing and creating his own "method" so that he could condense his Dao Fruit.

At a certain moment.

He swept out a hand, erasing all the spiritual resonance before him. He put away the "Yellow Court Scripture" and sighed inwardly.

"Sure enough, creating a method is no simple matter."

As his thoughts turned, he realized that thirty years had already passed here.

Over those thirty years, he had merely summarized what he had learned and comprehended, using portions of the Yellow Court Scripture's Dao resonance as reference. Strictly speaking, he had yet to truly begin creating a "method."

Suddenly.

Han Yi sensed something and looked toward the panel.

There, a line of text that had never appeared before manifested.

Dao Fruit (???).

"Huh?