Zhenyuanzi's three bodies united as one, and he stood at the center of that eerie region where the tainted blood of the Chaos Demon Gods had settled.
His aura was rounded and complete, yet heavier and more profound than before in ways words could scarcely describe. Like the ridges of Buzhou Mountain that had weathered countless ages, he had silently come to bear still more wind and rain.
He did not rush to resume his search for Ancestor Minghe. With opportunity before him and his path clear, how could he let external concerns disturb his heart?
What mattered most now was fully digesting his gains, truly making those law fragments from Chaos part of the foundation of his own Great Dao.
His mind settled into stillness, as though he had entered the deepest meditative state.
Within his sea of consciousness, the "Great Dao Tree," constructed from supreme divine sense and dao rhyme (a manifestation of his Dao fruit, not an actual spiritual root), was undergoing subtle, continuous changes. Its trunk had originally been a deep earthen yellow, representing the core form of the Way of the Great Earth.
Its vast roots seemed to have sunk into richer, broader law soil, drawing nourishment from dao rhymes of different origins.
A closer look revealed several strands of color and pattern winding around its trunk. Though faint, they were extraordinarily tenacious, each bearing a distinct dao rhyme.
One was that strand of dark golden light, peerlessly sharp, which represented a law fragment of "metal" in its ultimate form. This was not the metal of the acquired five elements, but the essence of the demon god origin of a being from Chaos who had governed the concepts of "sharpness," "solidity," and "cutting."
Now, rather than rejecting this strand of law as something foreign, the