After putting away the divine demon liquid and setting up a grand formation to conceal the opportunity here, Xuantian arrived at the Three Thousand Bluestone Roads.
The three thousand Bluestone Ancient Roads still stretched across the void, as though they had endured endless ages and remained unchanged since ancient times.
Stepping onto the stairs, he found Chaos qi still permeating the area, while the heavenly sound of the Great Dao rumbled. Looking out, the ancient paths were deep and secluded, with not a soul in sight. Just like the road to supreme power—no predecessors ahead, no successors behind, with no one to accompany him.
Sitting cross-legged above the Bluestone Ancient Road, his surging aura gradually settled.
For two days, he did not move. His aura was completely calmed, and his entire body was as motionless as a withered stone.
His aura merged with this space, yet his essence, qi, and spirit continued to condense throughout the process, bringing his condition to its peak.
A breeze swept past as hazy Chaos qi spread through the air. This dark, desolate space finally ceased to be tranquil, and one Bluestone Ancient Road after another began to emit faint light.
Runes surged in a single direction like waves, surrounding Xuantian.
He was preparing to draw in Dao fire to temper himself and cultivate immortal qi.
With his Divine Flame cultivation, the Dao fires from one Bluestone Ancient Road after another were drawn in...
Very soon, they reached one hundred and eight ancient roads. Flames soared, illuminating the vault of heaven.
Clang! Clang!
A burst of metallic ringing sounded as Xuantian began using heaven and earth as materials, drawing upon the power of the Void to construct a furnace in which to forge himself.
The other Bluestone Ancient Roads began to glow. Runes spread over,