Three Corpses Three Talents Refine Devil God; Pursuit Of Friend And Foe

Among the three corpses, the Obsession Corpse is the most difficult to slash away;

Yet, the Good Corpse and the Evil Corpse are, relatively speaking, far easier to manifest.

If one can successfully slash these two corpses first, it is equivalent to gaining two additional combat strengths that share the same mind and body as oneself.

Once back at the Three Immortal Islands, the three could join forces to activate the Three Talents Array, refining the True Spirit remaining from the Destruction Demon God.

Once successful, by utilizing the Laws of Destruction contained within that True Spirit, the main body could be reborn;

Using the Laws of Destruction to grind away the three corpses, one could truly step onto the path of the Primordial Origin.

At this thought, Bei Ming felt a slight ripple in his heart, and evil intent emerged like a shadow.

Which of the three corpses to manifest first is a matter that varies from person to person.

With a shift in his intent, Bei Ming raised the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag, its water light swirling with endless Profound Mystery.

Following the method of corpse-slashing taught by Hongjun, he entrusted his own evil intent onto the flag and softly uttered a single word:

"Slash."

In an instant, a brilliant light erupted within the Purple Cloud Palace, and a chilling aura surged from the flag.

Immediately, a Daoist who looked seventy percent like Bei Ming appeared, his brows and eyes carrying a hint of arrogance and coldness.

As soon as this figure emerged, he first bowed to Bei Ming, his voice clear and resonant:

"Xuan Yuan Daoist, greetings, fellow Daoist."

Then, the Xuan Yuan Daoist turned to face Hongjun and bowed low:

"This Poor Daoist, Xuan Yuan, pays respects to the Saint Hongjun."

At the same time, Laozi on the other side also successfully slashed one corpse.

As the light converged, a white-bearded elder with a kind face and gentle eyes slowly emerged, his demeanor serene.

He first bowed to Laozi, then turned to Hongjun and performed a solemn salute.

These "three corpses" are not mere clones, but existences with independent wills, half-autonomous and half-attached.

Being in the Purple Cloud Palace and facing a Saint, they naturally dared not be disrespectful.

Hongjun sat atop the Cloud Bed, his expression as still as an ancient well, merely nodding slightly as he spoke indifferently:

"My Dao has its own successors; there is no need for such formalities."

Following this, the Dao rhyme dissipated, and both the Xuan Yuan Daoist and Laozi's Good Corpse transformed into light, returning to their respective main bodies.

Bei Ming closed his eyes for a moment, carefully sensing the changes within himself.

Indeed, after slashing one corpse, his entire aura had grown significantly stronger.

However, as expected, there was no essential breakthrough in his comprehension of the laws.

Yet, his thoughts were clearer and more transparent; future cultivation and enlightenment would surely yield twice the result with half the effort.

As for the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag, although it served as the vessel for the corpse, it could still be used as usual.

After all, "entrusting" does not mean the spiritual treasure becomes the corpse itself.

While many other great powers failed to slash a corpse at this moment, many still saw their auras surge, their cultivation breaking through to the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

It is likely that by the time of the next lecture, there will be several more Quasi-Saints in the hall, and the landscape of the Primordial Wilderness will change accordingly, truly ushering in the era of the Quasi-Saint.

For an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, every step forward requires vast stretches of time.

Yet now, having been able to listen to Hongjun's preaching within the Saint's Daoist arena, they had all made breakthroughs in just a few thousand years.

The rarity of such an opportunity left the great powers present with a lingering sense of attachment and reflection.

Hongjun's gaze swept slowly over the crowd, his expression remaining indifferent:

"After one Yuan Meeting, the third lecture will take place, which will also be the final one. At that time, I shall impart to you all—the Dao of Saint."

Having said this, he flicked his sleeve robe, and the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace slowly swung open. Accompanied by a flow of Dao rhyme, his figure gradually faded until it vanished without a trace.

The cultivators in the hall rose in unison, their expressions a mix of excitement and gravity, as they all bowed solemnly.

A moment later, light flickered as the great powers utilized their dodge techniques to depart, and the Purple Cloud Palace gradually returned to silence.

Nüwa's brows and eyes curved as she spoke in a crisp voice: "Bei Ming, congratulations. You were the first to slash a corpse and attain the Quasi-Saint realm;

Come to think of it, what exactly is the state of a Quasi-Saint?"

Bei Ming pondered for a moment and explained: "My strength is much greater. Even when facing a group of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, I could easily suppress them.

Unless they wield supreme treasures or utilize some extremely powerful formations, even with a numerical advantage, it is difficult for Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals to contend with a Quasi-Saint.

However, there is no qualitative leap in the cultivation of laws.

But I can clearly sense the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, and future comprehension of the laws will be much smoother than before."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi's expression turned serious as he said slowly: "To achieve such a breakthrough in strength is no small feat.

As for the cultivation of laws, it must be done step by step after all.

The Saint Hongjun preaches to the Primordial Wilderness; such a merit is enough to make him the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial Wilderness."

Nüwa nodded gently, her eyes shimmering with a hint of anticipation:

"The next lecture concerns the Dao of Saint; does that not mean the method to become a saint will finally be revealed?"

Bei Ming said calmly, "If you wish to comprehend the Dao of Saint, you had best step into the Quasi-Saint realm as soon as possible."

"Given your talents, you have already broken through to the peak of Daluo after listening to the lecture."

"If you seclude yourselves for cultivation, you will surely have the opportunity to slash one corpse and achieve the Quasi-Saint realm before the next lecture."

Nüwa nodded solemnly, "I shall take your auspicious words to heart, Fellow Daoist. In that case, we shall delay no longer."

"Indeed." Bei Ming nodded slightly, his robes fluttering in the wind, his words concise: "I, too, shall take my leave."

After entering Honghuang, the three parted ways.

Nüwa and Fuxi transformed into streaks of streaming light and returned to Mount Qixi. Rosy clouds lingered amidst the mountains and rivers, and without pausing, the two entered their Cave Abode to seclude themselves.

Bei Ming leaped into the air, piercing through the clouds, and flew toward the direction of Changbai Mountain, leaving behind ripples of lingering Daoist rhythm that dissipated into the boundless Honghuang.

On the other side, Laozi was also describing his current feelings and state to his two younger brothers.

Yuanshi narrowed his eyes, saying calmly:

"Looking across the Purple Cloud Palace, only that Bei Ming was able to slash his corpse at the same time as Eldest Brother."

"This person is by no means ordinary. I have a vague premonition that we will have many dealings with him in the future, and whether it will end well is hard to say."

Tongtian was quite open-minded, his eyes flashing with a hint of excitement instead:

"The path of cultivation is long, and we Three Brothers are one family."

"If we can encounter an existence who is both a rival and a friend, would that not be a joyous matter?"

Previously, the Three Pure Ones had traveled through Honghuang together and encountered many great powers.

However, very few could truly catch their eye.

In terms of origin and strength, only the Twelve Ancestor Wizards were worthy of the Three Pure Ones' serious attention.

But in terms of behavior, the Wu Clan did not cultivate their Primordial Spirit and were obsessed with contending for supremacy; they had no common language with the Three Pure Ones, and both sides were still fixated on the question of who was the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu.

As for the other great powers, although they could sit and discuss the Dao with the Three Pure Ones, none were sufficient to be considered true rivals, failing to stir any sense of urgency within them.

Yet now, there was Bei Ming.

His cultivation was on par with Laozi, and he even surpassed Yuanshi and Tongtian, allowing the Three Pure Ones to feel a long-lost sense of excitement and anticipation.

Upon returning to Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones did not delay for a moment, directly entering meditation to seclude themselves for cultivation.

During the period between Hongjun's second and third lecture, no major events occurred.

Many great powers were exerting all their strength, hoping to attempt to slash their corpses before the next lecture on the Dao of Saint.

Of course, there were also some who did not seclude themselves, but instead went out to search for Innate Spiritual Treasures suitable for slashing their corpses.

During this time, some skirmishes broke out; some seized spiritual treasures, some were severely injured and lost their opportunities, and some even met their end, dying and disappearing.