Quasi-Saint Late Stage, Heading to Buzhou!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the others, though inheriting Pangu's legacy, were born from a single drop of Pangu's blood, nurtured over endless ages by inhaling boundless Innate Filthy Qi.

Moreover, they had long since stepped into the Realm of Quasi-Saint with immortal flesh, but during their gestation, the power of the divine blood had already lost its overbearing nature. As for the drop of supreme essence blood in Ye Xuan's hand, it was Pangu's blood obtained at the dawn of creation—not only more domineering in power but also containing a thread of the Great Dao of Strength within it.

Once its might erupted fully, it would be at least equivalent to a Quasi-Saint Late Stage powerhouse.

Faced with such a supreme treasure, Ye Xuan dared not be careless; he needed to prepare before merging it into his flesh.

Just as Ye Xuan was pondering, Daoist Zhunti arrived. Seeing another drop of supreme divine blood in Ye Xuan's hand, his face showed shock once more.

This kind of supreme divine blood was clearly from the hand of a Great Dao Demon God. The pressure it emitted made even Zhunti, already a Quasi-Saint, tremble.

Looking at Ye Xuan, Zhunti's gaze carried a hint of gravity.

"Eldest Brother!"

"This drop of divine blood—could it really come from a Great Dao Demon God's body?"

"If not for being within the Spirit Mountain, even I, a Quasi-Saint, would be unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure of this single drop of essence blood."

Seeing him ask, Ye Xuan did not hide the truth and admitted it outright.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Zhunti frowned and said, "Eldest Brother, this is Demon God blood—not something easily taken. If that being did not die in the Great Tribulation of Creation back then, merging a drop of his essence blood into your flesh would forge a karmic link with him."

"That would not be good for attaining the Dao; it could make the Great Tribulation even harder to overcome!"

At this, a smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face. Every treasure he had obtained was already without cause or effect. Even if Pangu returned, it had nothing to do with him.

And even if he did return, so what? Ye Xuan's Three Thousand Heavens also needed the blood of three thousand Demon Gods to nourish them, to truly grow and reach perfection. If such a being came, Ye Xuan would welcome it.

"If he truly comes, I will use his divine blood to sacrifice to my Dao Fruit!"

Seeing the confidence on Ye Xuan's face, Zhunti shook his head. If Eldest Brother insisted on using it, Zhunti could only support him. After all, with himself as an ally, if the Great Dao Demon God truly came in the future, he could intervene and hinder him.

Half a day later, Zhunti finally remembered one thing—he had come to take his leave. So he spoke up.

"Eldest Brother, the final sermon is about to begin. I must go to the Purple Cloud Palace. Take care."

Hearing this, Ye Xuan nodded.

"Good."

"Go. In the West, with me here, it is as stable as Mount Buzhou."

After a few more words, Zhunti left the Endless Western Continent, heading for the Nine Heavens above.

Watching him go, Ye Xuan took out the Three Light Divine Water, restoring himself to his peak state. In his eyes, the Power of Karma flowed, and within the Three Thousand Heavens in his palm, a Rebirth Aspect burst forth with endless Power of Time, stabilizing his being.

"Seek Cause Determine Effect—once it enters my mouth, I can perfectly merge it into my flesh."

With a great shout, boundless Power of Karma produced a mysterious effect, fusing into Ye Xuan's flesh.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan swallowed the blood in one gulp, merging it into his body.

The moment it entered his mouth, a vast, surging power erupted, as if billions of volcanoes had erupted at once. A Great Dao Demon God seemed to return within Ye Xuan's body, instantly rushing into his limbs and bones.

"Boom!"

This was not a fusion into flesh—it was a brutal reshaping.

In an instant, Ye Xuan's flesh completely disintegrated under this force, returning to countless particles, vanishing into nothingness.

Witnessing this, Ye Xuan held his breath and focused, channeling the supreme power of the Great Dao to contend for control of his body. Within this drop of essence blood was a thread of the Great Dao of Strength—one force breaking ten thousand laws—rendering all of Ye Xuan's techniques useless. Only by combining the power of the Great Dao could he stand against it.

"Rebirth Aspect!"

Ye Xuan roared, relying on the Power of Time to reverse his flesh's state, and swallowed large amounts of Three Light Divine Water to repair himself.

As the forces wrestled, a mysterious power within his flesh emerged, harmonizing yin and yang, encompassing all things—it was the Great Dao of Earth, the Innate Ji Earth Qi.

This supreme Great Dao was already the most powerful one in Ye Xuan's hands. As soon as it acted, it created a balance between the Great Dao of Strength and the endless Qi of Creation. Between the two, one was destruction, the other New Life. If the Great Dao of Strength grew stronger, he could use the Way of Time to draw power from the Rebirth Aspect and merge it into his flesh.

With his arrangement, Ye Xuan stood in an invincible position, beginning to integrate the blood into his body.

After another seven thousand years, the power was fully merged into Ye Xuan's flesh. Every single particle of his body emitted the sound of rivers and seas shaking!

As for Ye Xuan's bones, they shattered and then, through the Great Dao of Strength and endless Three Light Divine Water, reformed, branded with a trace of the Divine Markings of the Great Dao of Strength, taking on a dark yellow luster.

Ye Xuan stood in the void, a hundred-thousand-zhang figure manifesting.

Though his eyes were closed, an overwhelming pressure erupted from him—supreme, exalted, incomparably noble. Under his aura, even heaven and earth seemed to shrink, for Ye Xuan's status was too high; the world itself could not bear it, appearing diminished!

"Roar!"

The next moment, a tremendous roar burst from Ye Xuan's mouth, spreading billions of miles away. Under his mighty presence, the Endless Western Continent trembled.

Without using a shred of magical power, Ye Xuan merely relied on his physical strength to let out a roar, twisting the endless void power of the West. Seeing this, Golden Cicada's gaze turned grave once more.

"This is..."

Watching the supreme pressure erupt from Ye Xuan's true form, Golden Cicada's face showed disbelief. Had Master's strength risen another level? Could it be the Quasi-Saint Late Stage?

Seeing this, Ye Xuan was satisfied. As Golden Cicada had imagined, Ye Xuan had indeed broken into the Quasi-Saint Late Stage—but not through the other Three Supreme Dharma Gates; it was his physical strength.

Moreover, he had also grasped a sliver of the true essence of the Great Dao of Strength.

"Good!"

Feeling his physical power surge straight to the Quasi-Saint Late Stage, Ye Xuan cast a glance toward the Nine Heavens above.

In the past seven thousand years, all the Innate God-Demons had emerged from seclusion and gone to the Purple Cloud Palace. It was time for him to go out and take a walk as well. A strange glint flickered in Ye Xuan's eyes, and he headed straight for Mount Buzhou.