Breaking the Innate Three Talents Grand Formation

"If it is founded upon the Three Talents, then it must be resolved through the Way of the Three Talents."

Zhenyuanzi's thoughts turned like lightning, and he had already made his decision.

He did not act in haste. Instead, he once again sat cross-legged in the void above the sea, his mind sinking into utter stillness. He no longer tried to "assault" or "probe" the formation, but like a humble student, began to carefully perceive the fluctuations of Dao rhythm naturally emitted by this Innate Three Talents Grand Formation.

The sea breeze gently brushed his simple, earth-yellow Daoist robe, the hem fluttering softly in the wind.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his breath gradually merging with the rhythm of the waves.

At this moment, he was no longer a world-shaking Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, but more like a seeker of the Dao, maintaining due reverence before the vast ocean of the Great Dao.

His divine sense transformed into countless finest tendrils, gently pressing against the invisible barrier of the formation without triggering its defensive mechanisms. He simply listened quietly, observed, and analyzed the trajectory of the formation's energy flow—how the Dao rhythms of Heaven, Earth, and Man alternated, resonated, and maintained that delicate balance.

Where his divine sense reached, he felt the Dao rhythm of Heaven—vast and boundless like the firmament, bearing the majesty of order and the depth of time and space;

The Dao rhythm of Earth—thick and steady like the great land, containing the vitality that nourishes all things and the compassion that bears everything;

The Dao rhythm of Man—nimble and flickering like a spark, holding both the wisdom of creation and the fluctuations of emotion, and even more, containing infinite variables.

He himself was the Essence of Innate Earthen Energy, and his understanding of the "Earth" Dao had reached the pinnacle.

He could clearly perceive every thread of the Earth Dao rhythm within the formation, as if sensing the pulsation of his own bloodline;

He had ascended the summit of Buzhou Mountain, comprehended Pangu's World-Opening will, and thus touched upon the loftiness of "Heaven"—now, that Heaven Dao rhythm was no longer distant in his perception;

He had preached on Longevity Mountain, teaching the sentient beings of the Western Lands, and thus gained deep insight into the spirituality of "Man" and the karmic bonds of causality—now, that Man Dao rhythm stirred profound resonance in his heart.

At this moment, he matched his own insights into the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth, and Man against the operation of the formation before him. Every rise and fall of Dao rhythm, every flow of energy, stirred layer upon layer of ripples in the sea of his mind.

He seemed to witness the magnificent scene at the dawn of World-Opening, when the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth, and Man were established, and felt the mysterious rhythm of the Great Dao's evolution.

This process required far more mental expenditure than mere deciphering—it was an exchange and learning at the level of the Great Dao itself.

Zhenyuanzi was completely immersed, forgetting time itself, and his body naturally emitted a Dao rhythm that subtly aligned with the formation.

At times, it was vast like the firmament, his body radiating a clear, hazy immortal light, resonating with the Heaven Dao rhythm;

At times, it was deep and condensed like the earth, his entire form seeming to transform into an ancient divine mountain, merging with the Earth Dao rhythm;

At times, it was nimble and shifting like the thoughts of all beings, a light of wisdom flickering in his eyes, echoing the Man Dao rhythm.

The sun rose and the moon set; the tides surged and ebbed.

Sometimes the sea was calm as a mirror, reflecting his figure immersed in enlightenment; sometimes a fierce wind suddenly rose, with towering waves, yet they naturally subsided around him.

The creatures of the sea seemed to sense this mysterious Dao rhythm as well—schools of fish lingered beneath him, seabirds circled above his head, yet none dared approach to disturb.

Who knew how much longer passed—perhaps only a Flicker of an Eye, perhaps decades in the outside world.

Zhenyuanzi's tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open. Deep within his pupils, the phantom images of Heaven, Earth, and Man flashed and vanished, finally returning to calm.

At this moment, his entire aura underwent a subtle change, becoming deeper and more introverted, as if he had become more attuned to this heaven and earth.

He had already seen through the core operational mechanism of this Innate Three Talents Grand Formation and found the three key nodes that maintained the balance and connected the Chaos Origin within and without.

These three nodes were not fixed; they constantly shifted positions with the flow of the Three Talents Dao rhythm. Only by grasping that rhythm could one accurately touch them.

He hesitated no longer and rose to his full height. He did not employ any world-shaking treasures or divine abilities. Instead, he formed a sword gesture with his fingers, the tips flowing with strands of pure spiritual light, each corresponding to the original intent of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

The first finger pointed at a certain point in the void. The spiritual light was clear and hazy, carrying the loftiness and order of Heaven, as if guiding a lost direction. Where this finger landed, the surrounding space rippled faintly, as if the Star Trajectory had been subtly shifted.

The second finger pointed at the sea below. The spiritual light was thick and heavy, carrying the bearing and stability of Earth, as if anchoring the Foundation Stone of Heaven and Earth. The moment the fingertip touched the sea, the surging waves instantly calmed, and the earth veins at the seabed emitted a low, resonant hum.

The third finger pointed at the empty space before his own brow. The spiritual light was nimble, carrying the wisdom and adaptability of Man, as if connecting inner and outer thoughts. This finger was the most mysterious, as if building a bridge between the true and the illusory.

These three fingers were not attacks, but like three invisible keys, precisely inserted into the fine gaps of the formation's operation, guiding the vast and intricate formation energy to flow peacefully.

At this moment, the forces of Heaven, Earth, and Man achieved perfect harmony at his fingertips, forming a delicate point of balance.

When the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth, and Man reached a certain mysterious equilibrium under Zhenyuanzi's guidance, a sudden change occurred! A stable passage, just wide enough for one person to pass through, was temporarily opened.

"Hum—"

A faint hum, as if originating from the Great Dao Ontology itself, sounded.

This sound was not loud, yet it seemed to ring directly in the depths of the soul, carrying the ancient rhythm of the dawn of World-Opening.

The originally seamless void before him, like a curtain slowly drawn apart by an invisible hand, silently split to both sides, revealing the true face that had been guarded for Endless Years—

Myriad Rays of Rosy Clouds burst forth, a thousand strands of auspicious energy coiled, and dense Immortal Qi rushed forth, carrying the pure aura of the beginning of creation. Amid the swirling immortal mist, three immortal islands were arranged in a triangular formation, connected in the center by a Seven-Colored Rainbow Bridge. The bridge shimmered with flowing light, and Dao patterns could faintly be seen swirling.

The left immortal island was shrouded in purple mist, surrounded by auspicious clouds, with Jade Palaces and Towers Vaguely Visible, their upturned eaves and corners exuding a simple and unadorned Dao rhythm. On the island, immortal cranes gathered in flocks, spirit monkeys frolicked, and even more, the sound of Immortal Music drifted on the wind, Causing People's hearts to feel relaxed and joyful.

The right immortal island shone with golden light, with Bodhi Trees standing in groves, wisdom light cascading from their Branches and Leaves. In the forest, qilin could be seen strolling, phoenixes perched on branches, and countless Rare Birds and Exotic Beasts—Unheard Of—darted through the woods, each emitting pure spirituality.

The central immortal island was the most mysterious, shrouded in a mass of Chaos Qi, through which only the outlines of Towering Ancient Trees could be faintly seen. The Chaos Qi swirled slowly, sometimes Transforming Into a Dragon Shape, sometimes condensing into a Phoenix Shadow, revealing an unfathomable Dao rhythm. Occasionally, the Chaos Qi parted slightly, revealing flowing streams and cascading waterfalls on the island, with Xiantian Spiritual Light flickering within.

Beyond the three immortal islands, countless smaller islands were scattered like stars, each emitting a unique Dao rhythm.

Some islands were covered in Strange Flowers and Exotic Herbs, including ordinary Innate Spiritual Roots; some were filled with rare mineral veins, Divine Gold and Immortal Jade Shining Brightly under the sunlight; some had streams formed from spiritual energy flowing through them, with crystal-clear Spirit Fish swimming within.

The density of spiritual energy here Far Exceeded that of the outside world, even surpassing Longevity Mountain by several degrees.

Even more precious, the spiritual energy here contained a trace of the Chaos Origin from the dawn of creation, offering indescribable benefits for cultivation. Every breath felt like Inhaling and Exhaling the purest Xiantian Qi.

Zhenyuanzi took a deep breath, feeling every pore on his body open wide. His long-stagnant cultivation had even shown a faint hint of progress. This further convinced him that this place indeed held the opportunity to break through his current realm.

Zhenyuanzi's gaze was calm as he looked at the suddenly enlightened immortal realm before him. There was no great pride on his face, only a trace of the understanding that Success Will Come Naturally.

He took a Step Out, and his form vanished into the passage. The next moment, the Space Ripples behind him slowly smoothed over, and above the East Sea, everything returned to its previous "normal," as if nothing had ever happened.