Mythical Grand Unity, Saints Beg Me Not to Show Off

Ao Chen's eyes blazed with divine light; his analysis and comprehension of the Ancestral Witches' Immortal Body secrets and their unique application of laws were deepening at an astonishing rate.

Especially the thread of time's true intent he had captured during his battle with Zhu Jiuyin—it suddenly illuminated his conception of the "Sever Three-Life Body" method!

Every collision was like a baptism of enlightenment, worth thousands of years of secluded bitter cultivation!

Boom!

Another heavy punch, imbued with the power of Star Nirvana, landed without any flourish squarely on Zhu Rong's chest as he charged again.

Zhu Rong's massive body flew backward like a torn sack, his flames dimmer, and even his recovery speed had noticeably slowed.

"Damn it!"

Xuan Ming summoned an endless icy rain, trying to freeze Ao Chen's movements, but it was easily shattered by the Star River aura naturally radiating from Ao Chen's body, and even part of his origin was worn away by the Nirvana intent within that aura!

Ru Shou's Golden Spear was caught bare-handed by Ao Chen time and again, then deflected; the unstoppable sharpness of Geng Metal could not leave a single scratch on Ao Chen's seemingly jade-like fists!

"Roar!"

The other Ancestral Witches were also thwarted one after another; their proud law-based divine abilities and formidable physiques seemed to lose their edge before this mysterious dragon!

If not for the fact that standing on the earth allowed them to draw power endlessly and recover quickly, they would have long since been severely wounded like Gong Gong and Qiang Liang before, losing the strength to fight!

"Enough!"

Just as Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and other hot-tempered Ancestral Witches were about to charge recklessly again, a steady, authoritative voice rang out.

Space Ancestor Witch Dijiang flickered, blocking the front of his brothers and sisters; his six legs and four wings fluttered lightly, and the chaotic laws around them eerily calmed down.

Time Ancestor Witch Zhu Jiuyin also manifested his form, his crimson dragon eyes fixed deeply on Ao Chen, filled with wariness.

Hou Tu sighed softly, the heavy Earth Law rippling around her, signaling everyone to stop.

"Big Brother? Second Brother? Little Sister? What are you doing? This kid hasn't lost yet!" Gong Gong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, roaring unwillingly.

"We have lost." Dijiang's voice was calm, but carried an undeniable weight.

He looked at Ao Chen, who was still brimming with battle intent and even a hint of lingering excitement, and spoke slowly.

"Daoist friend, your strength is heaven-reaching; even my siblings and I joining forces cannot match you. To continue fighting would be nothing but futility."

Zhu Jiuyin added, "If not for standing on Buzhou and being blessed by Father God's legacy, we would likely have already fallen under your fists. This battle, the Wu Clan has lost."

Hou Tu also nodded slightly. "Daoist friend, your physical body is unmatched, and your laws are far superior to ours. Today's affair was our recklessness."

These three—the calmest and most powerful Ancestral Witches—clearly recognized the gap between the two sides.

Continuing to fight would only drain their origins and let the other party delve deeper into the Wu Clan's secrets—utterly meaningless.

Their nearly undying recovery, in the face of an absolute power disparity, was merely a matter of prolonging the inevitable.

"This..."

The other Ancestral Witches, though unwilling, fell silent.

They might be simple-minded, but they were not foolish. The fierce battle had already made it clear that this dragon before them was not someone they could defeat.

Ao Chen's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and the excitement in his eyes dimmed slightly, revealing a clear disappointment.

"Is it over already?" he thought to himself.

"What a pity—I had just begun to grasp the time law and the true meaning of immortality..."

This exchange had been immensely helpful in perfecting his Mythical True Immortal Chapter; every second brought new inspiration, worth thousands of years of secluded cultivation.

He had wanted to keep pushing, to fully extract the potential of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But since the other side had voluntarily conceded, he could not force the issue.

After all, he still needed to stay in the Wu Clan territory for a while to continue observing and studying.

"Very well." Ao Chen withdrew his aura, letting the Star River Universe within him slowly settle, his expression returning to calm.

"Since you all have no intention of continuing, let this matter end here."

Seeing Ao Chen stop, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Hou Tu, and the other Ancestral Witches all breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The pressure this dragon exerted on them was immense—a Dao resonance seemingly independent of the Primordial World, and unfathomable power that made them feel helpless for the first time in their lives.

"Thank you for holding back, Daoist friend." Dijiang cupped his hands toward Ao Chen, his tone much more sincere.

"May I ask your esteemed name, Daoist friend? Which faction do you hail from?"

"My name is Ao Chen, just a wandering cultivator." Ao Chen waved his hand casually.

Hearing Ao Chen state his name, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches' eyes flickered with thought, clearly trying to recall if such a figure existed in the Primordial World—but naturally, they found nothing.

Still, that did not hinder their respect for the strong.

The Wu Clan were straightforward by nature, worshiping power. Ao Chen, alone, had faced and suppressed the combined might of the Twelve Ancestral Witches head-on—this strength had earned the recognition and respect of them all.

"So it's Daoist Ao Chen!"

Gong Gong was the first to step forward, his earlier frustration completely forgotten, enthusiastically slapping his chest.

"Your physical body is peerless, your strength unmatched! I was reckless earlier! If you have free time in the future, you must visit my Gong Gong tribe for a few days—I'll treat you to fine wine and meat!"

"Indeed! Daoist Ao Chen, I, Qiang Liang, admire the strong! My apologies for earlier offenses—please forgive me! You're welcome to visit my tribe as well!"

Struck heavily by Ao Chen's fist, Qiang Liang had also recovered considerably. Though his complexion was still somewhat pale, his gaze toward Ao Chen was filled with admiration.

"Our Tian Wu Tribe also welcomes the Daoist friend!"

"And our Ru Shou Tribe as well!"

"The Gou Mang Tribe awaits the Daoist friend's visit at any time!"

For a moment, aside from Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, the two Ancestral Witches with deeper schemes, all the other Ancestral Witches extended enthusiastic invitations to Ao Chen, even Hou Tu included.

This sudden warmth caught Ao Chen somewhat off guard, but after a moment's thought, he understood the temperament of the Wu Clan.

He had been worrying that once these Ancestral Witches left, he would have no chance to closely observe and study the mysteries of their Immortal Body and their unique applications of laws.

Now that they were offering themselves up, how could he refuse?

"Haha, the esteemed feelings of all fellow Daoists are more than I deserve." A smile spread across Ao Chen's face as he cupped his hands toward the Ancestral Witches.

"If the opportunity arises in the future, I will surely visit one by one and exchange Dao discussions with you all."

Seeing Ao Chen agree, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the other Ancestral Witches grew even more delighted, and the scene became harmonious and cheerful.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches, having clan affairs to attend to, took their leave first.

Before departing, Dijiang specifically instructed Zhu Rong to treat Ao Chen well and not to neglect him.

Soon, only Ao Chen and Zhu Rong remained in the square.

"Ao Chen, Daoist friend, please! Follow me to the Ancestral Witch Hall!" Zhu Rong enthusiastically led the way.

In the days that followed, Ao Chen naturally settled temporarily in Zhu Rong's Flame Tribe.

He did not rush for results but, as a "guest," observed the daily life of the Wu Clan tribe.

Chapter Thirty: True Dharma Perfected, Heavenly Tribulation Descends

Now, as Ao Chen lingered in the Wu Clan to comprehend the Dao, several springs and autumns passed in the blink of an eye.

The sun rose and the moon set, spring went and autumn came—eight thousand years slipped by in an instant.

Over these millennia, he did not remain solely in Zhu Rong's Flame Tribe. Instead, following his earlier promise and his own need to explore the mysteries of the Great Dao, he visited the tribes of the other eleven Ancestral Witches one by one.

In Gou Mang's Wood Tribe, he witnessed the flourishing and withering of the Law of Life, feeling the true meaning of growth and decay within vitality, perfecting his understanding of the cycle of life.

In Ru Shou's Metal Tribe, he clashed with countless sharp metal energies, comprehending the indestructible Geng Metal Law, honing the Kunwu Sword intent, and verifying the "unyielding" essence required for the Immortal Body.

In Gong Gong's Water Tribe, he observed the surging floods, sensing the softness and tolerance of water, as well as the endless changes hidden beneath its ferocity.

In Hou Tu's Earth Tribe, he stood upon the thick earth, comprehending the Kun Yuan Great Dao that bears all things and nurtures everything, gaining a deeper understanding of how to stabilize the True Self Domain and how to bear the Three-Life Body.

In Dijiang's Space Tribe, he sparred with Dijiang in spatial teleportation techniques, personally experiencing the wonder of ignoring distance and folding the cosmos, laying the foundation for roaming time and space in the True Immortal Realm.

In Zhu Jiuyin's Time Tribe, he spent the most effort. Zhu Jiuyin controlled the power of time, and though it differed from Ao Chen's own path of anchoring past and future with the "Unique True Self Imprint," his manipulation of time's flow and the passage of ages gave Ao Chen immense inspiration!

Especially regarding how to sense, draw upon, and ultimately condense the "past, present, and future" bodies—Zhu Jiuyin's seemingly similar yet different application of time laws was like lighting a lamp, making Ao Chen's originally vague conception crystal clear!

With each visit, Ao Chen received the highest level of hospitality from the Ancestral Witches.

Though the Wu Clan were rough and straightforward, their respect for the strong came from the heart. Ao Chen's terrifying strength—enough to easily suppress any single Ancestral Witch and even handle the combined force of all twelve with ease—had thoroughly won them over.

During Dao discussions, Ao Chen, relying on his Heaven-Defying Comprehension, often pointed out the obstacles in the Ancestral Witches' law applications with a single word, clearing their minds and bringing them great benefit.

In sparring sessions, Ao Chen was the best "training partner." He always applied pressure just right, allowing the Ancestral Witches to go all out without truly harming their foundations, while simultaneously absorbing the Dao rhythms and law insights from their counterattacks.

Thus, through continuous discussions, sparring, and deep observation and analysis of the Wu Clan's unique Immortal Body and law system with the twelve Ancestral Witches, Ao Chen's <Great Dao Origin Scripture: Mythical True Immortal Chapter> was filled and perfected at an astonishing speed!

Those originally vague links, those missing key fragments, were all completed one by one over these thousands of years of verification and insight!

At the same time, his own cultivation steadily advanced.

Daily, he absorbed the vast Innate Spiritual Qi of Buzhou Mountain, supplemented by the pure Five Elements origin provided by the Five Elements Pine Needle Tree, and constantly pushed and stimulated his potential through sparring with the Ancestral Witches.

His Mythical Heavenly Immortal mid-stage had reached true peak perfection, leaving only the accumulation of a single step before the late stage!