Receiving Profound Techniques, Bearing Karma

Di Jiang let out a hearty laugh, his voice like a booming bell that pierced the ears, causing the chaotic energy currents to churn.

"Fellow Daoist Donghua, why worry so much! In the past, you personally warned me of the danger of the earth vein anomaly in the west, and my Wu clan remembers this kindness. Though our clan possesses countless treasures, none can match the weight of this profound karma."

He took a step forward, his vital energy surging like a dragon. His divine eyes blazed with brilliance, like the sun and moon shining together, gazing directly at Donghua.

"My blocking your path today is not to cause trouble, but to settle this matter and bring this karma to a perfect close!"

Before his words had even fallen, Di Jiang waved his massive hand. An imprint, condensed with the Wu clan's immortal vital energy and containing the ultimate profound mysteries of the physical body's path, appeared out of thin air. It transformed into a stream of crimson and gold light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and hovered before Donghua.

"This is our Wu clan's foundational technique, the Nine Revolutions Profound Art! It was obtained after learning of Father God."

Di Jiang's voice boomed like thunder, rolling waves of energy sweeping in all directions.

"I ask Fellow Daoist Donghua, please do not refuse!"

Seeing Donghua hesitate, Zhu Rong, standing nearby, could no longer restrain himself. His scorching vital energy surged like a great sun furnace, and his voice, like a mix of thunder and fire, shouted impatiently.

"Our Wu clan's cultivation technique was passed down by Father God. It tempers the immortal body, allows one to grasp heaven and earth, and shatter stars with a punch. How could it be inferior to the heavenly scriptures preached by that old man Hongjun in Zixiao Palace?"

He took a step forward, scorching energy waves washing over them. His words were as sharp and crisp as clashing metal. "Be quick about it! Accept it, or don't!"

It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved.

Deep within Donghua's Dao heart, ripples inevitably stirred. This was a cultivation technique passed down from Father God Pangu, and the opportunities contained within were enough to drive any cultivator to madness.

However, in a single thought, myriad karmic threads became clearly illuminated.

His informing Jumang of the earth vein danger back then was merely a casual act, yet the Wu clan regarded it as a heavens-sent favor.

Moreover, he had already quietly shared in the heavenly merit the Wu clan gained from repairing the earth veins. This karma had long since been settled.

If he were to accept this technique, which held the potential for sainthood, at this moment, it would no longer be settling an old debt. Instead, he would be taking on a new, even more enormous karma, one that might completely bind his fate with that of the Wu clan!

The opportunity was immense, but the price was also not insignificant.

Di Jiang and Zhu Rong's gazes were intense. The chaotic energy currents seemed to freeze. Within Donghua's eyes, divine light flickered several times, a tangle of concerns interweaving.

Suddenly, a flash of brilliance sparkled in his eyes, as if piercing through the fog.

Since an opportunity had arrived at his doorstep, was timorous avoidance the way of a seeker of the Dao? Refusing this affinity might instead give rise to new obsessions and inner demons, which would be detrimental to his Dao path!

"I have indeed become attached to form!" Donghua laughed heartily. Pure light flowed around him, and his previous hesitation vanished in an instant, replaced by composure and decisiveness. "Karma, karma, there is cause before there is effect. What harm is there in forging this good karma with the Wu clan today!"

"If I, Donghua, can succeed in the future and attain Hunyuan, what harm is there in assisting the Wu clan? If I perish midway, all will be for naught, and why should I worry about today's karma!"

With this realization, all worries vanished!

Without the slightest hesitation, Donghua waved his sleeve and directly drew the stream of crimson and gold light into the Xuan Guan point of his palm.

The moment the imprint merged, a majestic surge of vital energy and Dao rhythm erupted, interweaving and resonating with the clear immortal light around Donghua.

Donghua stood firm in the chaos, his Dao heart clearer and more resolute than ever before.

Seeing this, Di Jiang burst into unrestrained laughter. Zhu Rong also clapped his hands and shouted, "It should have been this decisive from the start!"

Who could predict the future? But at least for now, he had accepted this opportunity, and he had also accepted this karma. Though the path ahead was perilous, he would forge ahead with all his might!

Donghua reined in the celestial phenomena around him, the divine light within his eyes now contained and more profound. He cupped his hands and bowed solemnly.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for bestowing this cultivation technique upon me! Donghua will remember this kindness.

Having just received the technique, with the Great Dao before me, I am truly itching with anticipation. I have long admired Father God's Profound Art and am eager to find a place to cultivate in seclusion and comprehend its profound principles."

Donghua's words were sincere as he continued, "Please forgive my impatience, but I shall take my leave. Fellow Daoists, the Primordial World is vast. If fate allows, we shall discuss the Dao again another day!"

Di Jiang laughed heartily. "Indeed! Go forth, Fellow Daoist. May you comprehend the profound mysteries and advance greatly in your cultivation!"

Donghua said no more, nodding to Di Jiang once more. Then, with a flash of pure light around him, he and Taizhen transformed into a streak of light like a magnificent rainbow, instantly tearing through the chaos and vanishing into the vast void, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Watching the rainbow that was Donghua completely disappear into the depths of chaos, Zhu Rong's heroic smile slightly faded, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of worry. He turned to Di Jiang beside him and lowered his voice.

"Big Brother, this is the Profound Art passed down from Father God. We just gave it to him like this. If he harbors other intentions, or if he were to carelessly spread this Profound Art throughout the Primordial World in the future, then..."

"Hmph!"

Before Zhu Rong could finish, Di Jiang let out a cold snort. The sound was not loud, but it caused the surrounding chaotic energy to momentarily stagnate.

He turned around, his eyes, containing the mysteries of spatial laws, showing no trace of doubt, only absolute confidence that looked down upon the world.

"Spread it carelessly? So what!" Di Jiang's voice was like clashing metal, carrying an irrefutable force. "Zhu Rong, you must remember that this vast Primordial World was formed from Father God!

Hongjun can preach the Great Dao in Zixiao Palace and make all races grateful for his benevolence. As the true lineage of Pangu, can we not pass down Father God's cultivation technique to the world, so that all beings can feel Father God's supreme grace?"

He took a step forward, his vital energy like a dragon, stirring thousands of miles of chaos. His tone became even more impassioned.

"Do we, the Wu clan, who inherit Father God's bloodline, fear those who cultivate the same technique later on?

Even if all beings in the Primordial World cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, our Wu clan will still be the most powerful race in this heaven and earth! Can this pride and power originating from our bloodline be so easily shaken by a cultivation technique?"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong's worry vanished from his eyes, replaced by burning fighting spirit and conviction in his brother. "Big Brother is right! I was mistaken! When has our Wu clan ever feared any challenge!"

"Let's go," Di Jiang withdrew his gaze, returning to a calm demeanor. "The seeds have been sown. Let's see what kind of flowers they bear in the future. Conquering the Primordial World is the most important thing right now."

At the same time, on the Pure World White Lotus, Taizhen's cool gaze fell upon Donghua's face. Seeing the lingering urgency in his brows, she spoke calmly, her voice like a flowing ice spring.

"I wonder what technique the Wu clan gave Donghua to make you so impatient, unable to wait even a moment."

Her tone was calm, not questioning, but rather a statement with a hint of understanding and subtle teasing.

Although she hadn't personally seen the true form of the technique, she had accompanied Donghua on his travels for several epochs. She knew that his state of mind and cultivation had long since reached a realm where he was unmoved by the eight winds.

For something to stir such a ripple in Donghua's heart, and for it to come from the Ancestral Wu, who valued lineage the most, its extraordinary nature was self-evident.

Hearing this, Donghua met her clear, deep-pool-like eyes and revealed a helpless yet candid smile.

"It is indeed my eagerness that has made Taizhen laugh. It is a legacy technique from Father God, of great consequence. Its profound mysteries make even my Dao heart restless. I feel as though the path ahead has broadened considerably, hence my loss of composure."