Severing the Evil Corpse

Xuanyuan came closer on his own, ignoring everyone else, and directly examined the Innate Gourd Vine.

He saw the seven Innate Gourds hanging on it, each a different color and emitting a unique glow.

After a thorough inspection, Xuanyuan finally felt at ease.

All seven Innate Gourds were not yet ripe, and they would need at least several hundred more years.

With this time buffer, he could confidently return to Qianyuan Mountain, sever his corpses to prove the Dao as a Quasi-Saint, and then come back.

After all, a thousand years had already passed since he left Zixiao Palace.

Besides Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, top powerhouses of the Primordial World like Fuxi, Zhenpizi, and Hongyun had long since severed their corpses to prove the Dao and become Quasi-Saints.

Although he was powerful and had many trump cards, facing so many Quasi-Saint powerhouses simultaneously, the pressure to completely monopolize the Innate Gourd Vine was still immense.

Only by first severing his corpses to prove the Dao, becoming a Quasi-Saint himself, could he ensure everything went without a hitch.

As Xuanyuan was examining the Innate Gourd Vine, Yuqing Yuanshi's sarcastic voice reached his ears.

"Tsk tsk, forgive my ignorance, but I didn't know the Witch Clan could also use magical treasures!"

In fact, as early as the first sermon, Xuanyuan had used the Taiji Diagram to transport over fifty thousand people across the Chaos Void into Zixiao Palace.

From that moment on, everyone knew that Xuanyuan was different from other members of the Witch Clan and could use magical treasures.

Yuqing Yuanshi said this for two reasons: first, to mock Xuanyuan as an anomaly among the Witch Clan.

Second, to remind others.

Xuanyuan's personal appearance here was definitely not just to watch the fun.

He had his sights set on this Innate Gourd Vine.

Xuanyuan was notoriously overbearing; anything he set his sights on was like a tiger descending from the mountain—he would definitely claim it for himself and would never let anyone else touch it.

His words were meant to remind everyone that if they wanted to obtain the Innate Gourds, they first had to exclude Xuanyuan.

Actually, there was no need for him to remind them. The moment Xuanyuan appeared, everyone's attention was focused on him.

Especially Jieyin, Zhunti, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi, who subtly shifted their positions, implicitly surrounding Xuanyuan, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

The two sermons at Zixiao Palace had already put them at loggerheads, with almost no room for reconciliation.

Xuanyuan naturally knew this very well.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly in disdain. "Are you relying on your numbers to make a move against me?"

Sanqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti all fell silent.

For some reason, facing Xuanyuan, they all felt a great sense of crisis.

They had already severed their corpses to prove the Dao, far surpassing Xuanyuan in cultivation realm, so why did they still feel this way?

"If you don't have the guts, then get out of the way!"

Xuanyuan glanced at them, laughed heartily, and left.

Qianyuan Mountain.

Xuanyuan sat cross-legged on the peak of a towering mountain. Seven-colored auspicious clouds flickered around his body, as brilliant and colorful as a rainbow, enveloping him like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.

He closed his eyes tightly, his hands resting naturally on his knees, his breath steady and long.

With his every breath, the surrounding innate spiritual energy rapidly gathered, forming a massive vortex of spiritual energy that poured ceaselessly into his body.

Above his head, a ball of golden light gradually condensed. This light was as dazzling as the sun, emitting an endless aura of majesty and mystery.

As time passed, the golden light grew stronger and stronger, eventually transforming into a thick pillar of golden light that shot straight into the sky, as if it were about to tear the entire heavens apart.

Inside Qianyuan Palace, Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and others awoke from their seclusion. They opened their eyes and felt a powerful aura continuously impacting the entire world of Qianyuan Mountain.

After exchanging glances, they all walked out of the palace gates, their gazes directed towards Xuanyuan's location. When they saw the scene before them, their faces were filled with shock.

Above the sky, streaks of light flashed, as dazzling as fireworks. And within these lights, a figure was slowly rising, exuding an endless pressure and aura.

That figure was Xuanyuan! His body shimmered with golden radiance, like an invincible god of war, making it impossible to look directly at him. The space around him distorted, as if the entire world was revolving around him.

"What... what is happening?" Zhurong asked, his mouth agape.

"Could it be that Brother Xuanyuan is about to sever his corpses to prove the Dao?" Gonggong guessed.

They had not cultivated the method of severing the three corpses and did not know what Xuanyuan was doing.

But the terrifying pressure still left them dumbfounded.

Everyone knew Xuanyuan was very strong, but he rarely made a move. Even when fighting others, he did so with ease, never revealing his true strength.

At this moment, they finally understood just how terrifying Xuanyuan's strength truly was.

"It should be correct. A Daluo Golden Immortal realm couldn't possibly trigger such a terrifying phenomenon," Zhujiuyin said in a deep voice, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes.

"Sever!"

Just then, a furious roar erupted, like a great bell, and the entire Qianyuan Mountain trembled.

Beside Xuanyuan, a man in a black Daoist robe suddenly appeared.

The man before him looked exactly like Xuanyuan, but he exuded a chillingly evil aura. This aura felt as if it came from the abyss, instilling fear in people's hearts. Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and the others couldn't help but step back a few paces, their bodies trembling involuntarily. They stared with wide eyes at the mysterious man, disbelief filling their minds, along with confusion and vigilance.

Xuanyuan slowly opened his deep and mysterious eyes, his gaze fixed on the man in the black Daoist robe like a torch. His eyes were calm and gentle, yet they revealed an indescribable majesty and power.

The man in the black Daoist robe felt Xuanyuan's gaze and immediately reined in the powerful aura he was emitting. He respectfully bowed to Xuanyuan and said softly, "Greetings, fellow Daoist!" His voice carried a hint of reverence.

Xuanyuan smiled and waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be so formal. Then, he began to carefully examine the man in the black robe from head to toe. Outwardly, the man was tall and upright, with a handsome and resolute face, giving an impression of stability and restraint.

However, for Xuanyuan, the most important thing was not his appearance, but his identity—this was precisely the Evil Corpse he had severed. Although separated from his main body, the Evil Corpse still retained some of Xuanyuan's memories and emotions. Therefore, Xuanyuan felt both familiar and strange about the Evil Corpse's appearance.

"So this is the method of Severing Corpse to Prove Dao, truly miraculous!"

Xuanyuan couldn't help but sigh. Hongjun, as the only Saint of the Heavenly Dao in the Primordial World, had indeed created the method of Prove Dao by Severing Three Corpses, which was no simple feat.