He cultivated in complete self-forgetfulness, enduring one heavenly tribulation after another. There were humanoid bolts of lightning, palaces from the Ancient Heavenly Court, and phantoms of many who had attained the Dao. He advanced with unstoppable force.
The nine minor steps of the second level of the Immortal Platform had been tempered by him over and over, a full nine times. They soon reached an unprecedented limit, beyond further compression or refinement.
His foundation was incomparably vast and solid, while his golden body brimmed with explosive power.
Ye Fan had the illusion that with merely a light leap, he could easily shatter the barrier of the great third Immortal Platform stage, succeed in severing his Dao in one stroke, and earn the title of God King of the Eastern Wasteland.
The realm of the third Immortal Platform beckoned to him, yet he restrained the impulse with tremendous willpower.
Of the Dao Sect's supreme Nine Secrets, he had already obtained eight.
The final great secret, the Person Word Secret, was about to fall into his hands. The mysterious transformation that would come from gathering all nine secrets was close at hand—how could he sacrifice the greater for the lesser?
What was Dao Severing worth? What Ye Fan wanted was to be invincible within the King realm.
After his profound art underwent nine transformations and he could advance no further in the second Immortal Platform realm, the Undying Fusang Tree, having completed the restoration of the ancient emperor weapon, quietly swept over and landed upon his right shoulder.
Together with the Fusang Golden Divine Tree on his left shoulder, the two shone in mutual radiance.
Solar sacred power and lunar sacred power—the two oldest and most fundamental forces in the boundless universe—poured endlessly into the Sacred Body under the guidance of the