A Dao Seed Creates Its Own World

Xuandu sat cross-legged in the void at the edge of the Chaos Ancient Forest, with no trace of cultivation fluctuation remaining around him.

The Hunyuan Power that had once surged like a vast ocean had completely receded, and the deep, abyss-like Pedigree Origin had also faded into the void like the ebbing tide.

He sat there like a stone weathered by the years—quiet, silent, and immovable as a mountain.

Yet deep within his Purple Mansion, that speck of light was becoming ever purer.

Within that light, there were no laws, no origin, no cultivation.

There was only a will that had never wavered since he had begun as a Mortal.

That was his Dao.

It was the only thing that had truly belonged to him throughout his cultivation journey.

As he sensed the purity and completeness of that speck of light, his heart stirred slightly.

Xu was right. The Transcendence Realm was not an accumulation of power, but a transformation in one's mode of existence.

It meant stripping oneself away from Chaos and turning the innermost core of one's Dao into a world that belonged solely to oneself.

Now that all Karma had been severed, that speck of light had become pure to the extreme. Only the final step remained.

He slowly drew that speck of light out from the depths of his Purple Mansion, freeing it from the restraints of his origin and the support of his Dao Foundation, placing it in the void like a seed that had just broken through the earth.

The speck of light pulsed faintly in the void, without roots or support.

Yet it did not disperse.

It simply hung there, like the first spark before World's First Opening—weak, yet carrying a resilience unseen through countless eras.

Xuandu opened his eyes and looked at