Imparting the Dao

What kind of technique was the original volume of the Three Corpses Severing Dao Scripture? It was clearly an incomparably sharp double-edged sword capable of cutting through everything, including oneself! It plainly revealed the price of power—if one wished to obtain ultimate power, one had to offer the "self" as a sacrifice.

"Sever the Good Corpse, sever the Evil Corpse, sever the Self Corpse..." Han Feng murmured softly, each word weighing a thousand tons. "Sever all Three Corpses, and behold the true Dao... But then, what would 'I' be?"

He stood at the center of the vast ocean of Spiritual Power, surrounded by shattered Star Ruins drifting amid golden radiance. The scripture in his hand emanated a cold yet seductive aura.

The path ahead was incomparably clear, yet shrouded in endless fog.

Should he embrace this ultimate power and embark upon this path of severing the self, a path that was nearly inhuman? Or... seek another way?

The enormous choice weighed heavily upon his heart, as oppressive as this frozen graveyard of planes itself.

That voice which had crossed time and space—"You've come..." —seemed to echo faintly from the depths of his soul again, carrying a trace of... compassion that saw through fate?

"This technique... is far too dangerous. I absolutely cannot cultivate it rashly." Han Feng muttered, his gaze regaining its clarity and resolve. "But power itself is not wrong. The key lies in how it is controlled. This path to the heavens that points directly toward the Great Dao is worth trying, but I must proceed with utmost caution. Senior White Tiger cultivated this technique before and has seen much of the world. Perhaps he can clear my doubts and help me avoid its greatest dangers."

He solemnly stored the original Three Corpses Severing Dao Scripture in the