The Law of Strength, Three Pure Ones Slay Their Corrupted Selves with Soaring Confidence

Di Jun and Tai Yi wore expressions of shock, never having expected that while they were away listening to the sermon, Ling Xiao had actually discovered a supreme innate spiritual root: the Stellar Tree.

Ling Xiao did not think much of it, for he had a Yellow Plum planted within his Chaos Bead, which was the head of the top ten innate spiritual roots.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, I have recently been contemplating the Primordial Cauldron and have gained insight into a formation. I suspect that our respective companion treasures each contain a formation, so you must also study them diligently and not grow lax."

Mentioning the Stellar Tree reminded Ling Xiao of the Grand Stellar Array, so he intended to subtly prompt Di Jun and Tai Yi to study their treasures more often in their spare time, hoping they would bring forth the Grand Stellar Array and the Primordial River-Luo Array.

There is a world of difference between having no sword in hand and having a sword but choosing not to use it.

With these two top-tier arrays, they would at least have an extra trump card at their disposal.

"Truly? Then we must study them well."

Di Jun and Tai Yi were overjoyed and immediately prepared to return to seclusion to cultivate.

"We shall not emerge until we reach the Golden Immortal of the Origin!"

They left behind these words before departing.

Ling Xiao smiled wordlessly and began to sit in meditation, his mind stirring as he absorbed the Pangu Essence Blood rewarded by the system.

Pangu Essence Blood represented the physical strength of Pangu, and its greatest efficacy lay in the cultivation of the physical body.

Upon swallowing the essence blood, Ling Xiao was immediately struck by a sensation of his bloodlines expanding.

It felt as if billions of volcanoes were erupting within his body, with surging, violent power coursing through his limbs, bones, and every inch of his flesh.

Through introspection, Ling Xiao discovered that every fiber of his being, driven by the Pangu Essence Blood, was like the dawn of chaos, evolving worlds; vast power poured forth from within him incessantly.

The hidden treasures within his body were being opened one after another, each pore containing a small world, and as his physical body sublimated, these small worlds would evolve toward becoming Great Thousand Worlds.

In other words, at this moment, even without using the power of laws, Ling Xiao could shatter a Great Thousand World with a mere gesture of his physical strength.

Naturally, once physical strength reached a certain level, it became possible to comprehend the Law of Strength.

"The Law of Strength..." Ling Xiao's gaze shifted, and in an instant, numerous powers of law flowed through his mind.

He mobilized the Chaos Bead, working on both fronts to comprehend the Law of Strength.

Since he had broken through to the Golden Immortal of the Origin, he had already refined one thousand of the three thousand restrictions within the Chaos Bead.

Within the current Chaos Bead, the chaotic world was vast and boundless, and what he could perceive was infinitely greater than before.

In the chaos, the Yellow Plum bathed in chaotic gale winds and nine layers of thunder seas, growing amidst various destructive forces; it had already borne nine young fruits. Once they matured, a single fruit would be enough to create a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Ling Xiao focused his entire attention on comprehending the laws, while the Pangu Essence Blood within him slowly dissipated.

Just as Ling Xiao was refining the Pangu Essence Blood, Dijiang, in the ancestral land of the Witch Clan, suddenly raised his head and looked toward the Sun Star.

"Strange, I felt as if I sensed the aura of Father God just now?"

"Or perhaps it was a brother of the same origin as me..."

Dijiang spoke slowly to himself, his eyes flickering with confusion.

"Could it be my imagination?"

He could not quite understand it, bowing his head in thought and falling into self-doubt.

Because whether it was the aura of Father God or a brother of the same origin, neither seemed likely to appear.

Soon, he reasoned it out.

The Sun Star was formed from the left eye of Father God, so it was only natural for it to possess his aura.

He could only interpret it in that way.

After Hongjun's second sermon, the various great powers who had returned from Purple Heaven Palace retreated into seclusion to contemplate the Way of the Three Corpses.

Only the Witch Clan and the Ten Thousand Races continued to slaughter one another; the entire Primordial World remained both calm and chaotic.

This state continued for three thousand years.

On this day.

At the edge of the East Sea, on a certain immortal mountain.

Three Daoists sat upon the Azure Sea Tide Cloud Bed, their auspicious clouds gathering together to form a chaotic-colored cloud ten thousand acres in size, within which a world evolved.

There appeared the scene of Pangu wielding the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe to split the chaos, creating the world and stabilizing the earth, wind, water, and fire.

These three Daoists were none other than Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, who had been contemplating the severing of corpses since returning from Purple Heaven Palace, and now, there was finally movement.

Suddenly, the auspicious cloud above Laozi's head churned incessantly, surging like tidal waves; at one moment it evolved the scene of the creation of the world, at another it depicted the Taiji and the Two Modes, and then it presented the scene of "the One gives birth to the Two, the Two to the Three, and the Three to all things."

Immediately, a ripple occurred, and upon the auspicious cloud appeared a Daoist with a pale face and crane-white hair, wearing a nine-cloud crown and a crimson-white crane purple-silk immortal robe. His face was ninety percent similar to Laozi's, appearing even more benevolent. He stepped down from the auspicious cloud and said to Laozi in the air, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist!"

Laozi was also all smiles and replied, "Congratulations, congratulations!"

In an instant, the Daoist merged into Laozi's body. At the same time, a vast aura surged straight into the heavens. In that moment, all living beings at the edge of the East Sea were struck with fear, nearly suffocating.

Even greater powers wore expressions of horror.

"Who has achieved the Quasi-Sage realm!?"

But this was not the end. Not long after, above Yuanshi's head, there stepped out a stern-faced Daoist. His entire body exuded an aura of evil, as if he were the source of all wickedness, chilling to the bone. He cupped his hands, merged into Yuanshi's body, and entrusted himself to a spiritual treasure.

The tyrannical aura spread across the heavens and earth, undisguised, shocking all the great powers.

Following closely behind, a tall, upright youth with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes appeared amidst the celebratory clouds above Tongtian, his entire being radiating a sharp, piercing sword intent; he took a single step forward and merged into Tongtian's body without any superfluous movement.

The Three Pure Ones had successfully slain their obsessions, their grand auras piercing the firmament as the immortal light above their heads illuminated the nine heavens like pillars supporting the sky.

They made no attempt to restrain their auras, as if announcing the return of the Three Pure Ones, the authentic lineage of Pangu.

The aura of the Quasi-Sage pressed down upon heaven and earth, and every great power who sensed this presence turned pale, gripped by a sudden sense of urgency.

"As expected of the Three Pure Ones; having returned from Purple Heaven Palace, they have successfully slain their obsessions in a mere three thousand years!"

Sensing the might of the Quasi-Sage realm, they looked forward to slaying their own obsessions and attaining sagehood with even greater anticipation.

"Finally, it is done!"

At this moment, Tongtian let out a long sigh of relief and withdrew his aura.

"We must be the first to have successfully slain our obsessions; the power of the Quasi-Sage exceeds my expectations." Yuanshi felt the vast strength within his body, his expression growing even more arrogant.

"Let us slaughter our way to the ancestral lands of the Witch Clan to avenge our past grievances and seize the Pangu Temple while we are at it!"

The deep humiliation suffered at the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was etched into his bones, and whenever he recalled that battle, he wished he could tear the Twelve Ancestral Witches into ten thousand pieces.

"That is unwise. Our strength has greatly increased, but can we assume the Twelve Ancestral Witches have remained stagnant? They occupy the majority of the authentic Pangu luck; their cultivation progress may not be much slower than ours!"

Laozi was more steady; although he also desired revenge, he was firmly against charging into the Witch Clan's lair.

"Are we just going to let it go?" Yuanshi asked, unwilling to accept this.

"Of course we cannot let it go, but first, we must reclaim our Daoist temple!" Laozi said in a deep voice.