Red Dust felt neither sorrow nor joy, as if entranced. All her previous gains now transformed, following the Dao rhythm emanating from that Dao Fruit, into the most fundamental, simplest, truest things, which she grasped.
Strip away the excess, leaving only the simplest Dao: a grain of dust, a ray of light, a blade of grass...
Strange changes occurred within her body, and all manner of phenomena appeared. First came stars, then Chaos. Her breath did not transform, emerging from nothingness as hazy mist swirled around her. Dao hymns and divine radiance flickered, changing endlessly without fixed form.
Within the boundless Dao Sea, purple mist billowed and violet light shone. It was filled with endless Hongmeng purple qi, as Hongmeng spiritual qi poured down from infinite nothingness. The violet ocean churned with billions upon billions of waves. Above it, countless transformations unfolded: one moment, stars filled the sky; the next, heaven collapsed and earth split apart; then the Great Dao withered. Longevity and decay, prosperity and destruction, cycled endlessly in constant alternation.
Red Dust's body seemed to undergo some sort of transformation. After the Great Dao's desolation came rebirth, and she became completely different. Brand-new insights surged up from the depths of her heart.
After an unknown length of time, Red Dust awakened. She seemed unchanged, yet she also seemed transformed.
She had completely refined the Dao Fruit of Three Thousand Unified Daos, and her own cultivation had reached the great perfection of Dao Unification in one stroke.
Once again, she passed through layer upon layer of dimensions, seized another Dao Fruit, wrapped it in her original Dao rhythm, plucked it down, and refined it.
After another unknown period of time, when she had completely refined it, her cultivation had fully recovered and even surpassed her previous life.
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