Seeking the Dao

Immortal: Since that is the case, this humble Daoist shall first visit the group leader's world.

Senior-Year Powerhouse: All right. Is there anything I need to do?

Immortal: No need. This humble Daoist only requires Fellow Daoist's consent.

Administrator "Immortal" has initiated a [Cross-World Projection] request. Do you agree?

The system's voice suddenly rang out in Li Yuxuan's mind.

Whatever, live or die, I'll take the chance!

"Agree!"

The instant Li Yuxuan's words fell, a fissure split open in the void before her out of thin air.

No, not a fissure.

It was an eye.

An incomparably enormous eye woven from countless threads of light hung above the heavens, looking down upon the entire world.

The eye had neither pupil nor sclera, only densely packed golden threads stretching outward like a spiderweb, all the way to the ends of heaven and earth.

Li Yuxuan's entire body stiffened, every hair standing on end.

She felt her very life being suppressed. She could not move, and even breathing became difficult.

This world—a high-martial world where all races rose to power—had only experienced the resurgence of spiritual energy for a few years. Its strongest experts were merely at the Seventh Realm.

By the other party's account, that might only correspond to the first-stage Foundation Establishment realm.

Yet the pressure emanating from this eye far surpassed any realm she could comprehend.

Between heaven and earth, all things submitted.

"Th-this... is this an immortal?"

Li Yuxuan murmured, her voice trembling.

Then, the eye blinked.

The golden light withdrew, transforming into a humanoid phantom that descended from the sky.

The phantom landed before Li Yuxuan. It was hazy and indistinct; she could barely make out the outline of a person in Daoist robes. Its features were blurred, as though veiled by a thin mist.

He could not be observed!

"This humble Daoist has arrived."

The phantom spoke. Its voice was clear, yet it carried an indescribable vastness, as though it came from an unimaginably distant place, and yet also sounded directly in her heart.

Li Yuxuan opened her mouth, but for a moment, she did not know what to say.

"Group leader, give me that blade of grass. This humble Daoist will fashion a body to walk the world with."

Yang Xuan then spoke.

That blade of grass was naturally the weed he had sent from the Primordial Great Realm in a red packet, which had helped Li Yuxuan kill that "giant beast."

After using it, Li Yuxuan had stored the blade of grass away as though it were a priceless treasure.

An immortal's possession—no matter how lackluster it was—would still be imbued with immortal qi!

It was absolutely no ordinary object!

She hurriedly dug out the box she kept at the very bottom of her chest and took out that blade of grass, as thin as a strand of hair, then handed it over.

"Fellow Daoist Immortal, i-it's here."

Yang Xuan's gaze fell upon it.

Buzz—

The blade of grass suddenly rose into the air, as though lifted by an invisible will.

An exceedingly fine thread of light was drawn out from the blade of grass.

The thread of light stretched forward.

Like a line.

Piercing through the past.

—Reversal!

The scene suddenly rewound!

A figure strode through the air!

It was none other than—Zhao Ang!

"His vitality is brimming, his will tempered. He has already touched the edge of this world's laws."

He paused.

A trace of interest entered his tone.

Following the timeline, Yang Xuan saw Zhao Ang's figure and instantly saw through him completely.

Interesting. He can actually sense my gaze.

He does... bear some resemblance to the Witch Clan of the Primordial World.

Then the blade of grass suddenly blazed with light!

The glare was so intense that Li Yuxuan could barely keep her eyes open.

Several breaths later.

Everything returned to calm.

The light dispersed.

A man stood.

A tall, slender figure slowly settled into place.

White robes draped over him like falling snow.

His body stood straight and upright, like a mountain newly formed.

His face was handsome, every feature as though exquisitely carved, yet he carried an indescribable sense of being "inhuman."

Yang Xuan slowly opened his eyes. At last, he felt alive again—he was no longer a vine!

He lowered his head and looked at his palm.

Then he gently clenched it.

Boom—the air suddenly detonated!

The surrounding airflow instantly collapsed, forming a ring of vacuum ripples visible to the naked eye!

Li Yuxuan's breathing caught, and she nearly lost her footing.

"This body..."

Yang Xuan spoke calmly.

"Was forged with grass as its foundation and karma as its guide."

He paused slightly, using this body accepted by the world's will to deduce his realm to its limit.

"Group leader, wait a moment. This humble Daoist still needs to verify a few conjectures."

"Please, Fellow Daoist Immortal, make yourself at home," Li Yuxuan replied generously.

Yet inwardly, she was deeply uneasy. What was I thinking when I invited such a great god over?

As Yang Xuan finished speaking, the aura around him restructured.

His vitality surged explosively!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was as though billions of bolts of lightning exploded within Yang Xuan's body at once.

His sinews and bones thundered, his blood boiled.

"Bearing the laws with the body, forging the Dao with blood."

Yang Xuan's gaze shifted slightly.

A visible wave of crimson-gold qi exploded outward from him!

Yet he suppressed it against his body, not allowing even the slightest bit to spread.

"Th-this is what?!"

Li Yuxuan could not understand it at all.

On the other side, Yang Xuan slowly exhaled.

"Vitality transformed into astral force, will as the furnace."

"Not bad."

After several seconds of silence.

Li Yuxuan finally could not help speaking, cautiously asking:

"F-Fellow Daoist Immortal?"

Yang Xuan turned to look at her.

In that instant.

Li Yuxuan felt as though her entire being had been "seen through."

Everything about her, even the thoughts that had just flashed through her mind, had nowhere to hide.

"Mm."

Yang Xuan nodded, his tone calm.

"This visit has caused the group leader some disturbance."

Yang Xuan was speaking the truth.

The instant his divine consciousness descended, it had already covered the entire Blue Star Universe and penetrated the rules of the whole world. He had originally intended to directly take form, only to encounter resistance from the world's will.

It was like the chat group had sent him into someone else's home. Originally, he could only observe from a higher dimension and could not interfere with reality, but by relying on the connection from that Primordial World weed, he had successfully logged in as half an unregistered resident!

He counted as half a local now.

"No disturbance, no disturbance!"

Li Yuxuan hurriedly replied, swallowing nervously as well.

She had many questions now.

So many that she did not know where to begin.

In the end, after holding it in for a long time, she only managed to squeeze out one question:

"Fellow Daoist Immortal, have you already finished observing this world?"

The moment she asked, she regretted it.

That question was too stupid.

Sure enough.

Yang Xuan glanced at her and said mildly, "I have observed part of it."

"Part of it?"

Li Yuxuan did not understand.

Yang Xuan saw her confusion. At the very least, this group leader had been the first to agree, so his tone softened slightly.

"The world you inhabit, Group Leader, is quite interesting. Though spiritual energy is weak, the path of 'vitality' has carved out a road of its own."

"If deduced to its utmost limit, it would not be inferior to any cultivation system."

Li Yuxuan froze. What did she know about cultivation?

Before transmigrating, she had only liked reading Swallowed Star. In her understanding, her world was more like the very early stages of Swallowed Star, an era of great catastrophe.

Only then did Li Yuxuan barely recover her senses and carefully ask:

"Then... what are you planning to do next, Fellow Daoist Immortal?"

Looking at Li Yuxuan, Yang Xuan seemed to see the living feeling he himself had once possessed. He smiled. "Does the group leader have any wishes?"

"This humble Daoist can try to fulfill them."

Li Yuxuan was stumped by the question.

"Wishes?"

She stood there blankly, her mind completely empty.

If it had been a few minutes earlier, she might have blurted out—getting into a martial arts university, or finding a stable life in these chaotic times.

But things were different now.

She was the group leader of a chat group. How could her aspirations be so small?

One blade of grass had slain a Seventh Realm calamity beast.

A wisp of projection had suppressed heaven and earth.

After Yang Xuan's arrival, her worldview had been completely torn apart.

She was silent for a long time.

So long that Yang Xuan did not urge her.

Only then did Li Yuxuan slowly speak. Her voice was low, but it gradually grew firmer. "I... want to become stronger."

She raised her head and looked at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan nodded slightly.

"Then this humble Daoist shall ask you one more question."

His tone was calm, yet it seemed to decide a branch of fate.

"Do you want to become strong directly?"

"Or do you want to cultivate step by step, by yourself?"

Li Yuxuan almost did not hesitate.

"Cultivate by myself."

She answered quickly.

There was even a touch of stubbornness in her voice.

Because she understood that what others bestowed would never truly be her own.

She wanted to protect humanity too. She wanted to become a martial artist and charge into battle!

Rather than become a decorative vase, possessing power yet not knowing how to use it.

For now, perhaps he could soar to heaven in a single step by relying on the immortals, but what about later?

Would he keep swindling and deceiving people in the group?

The fellow group members who came later would only grow stronger and stronger, while he had to seize the first-mover advantage!

Become a true powerhouse!

The next moment.

Yang Xuan smiled in satisfaction.

"Good."

Then he raised his right hand.

At his fingertips, a wisp of crimson-gold blood and qi power emerged.

"Since you have chosen to walk your own path, then this poor Daoist shall lend you a helping hand."

As his words fell.

That wisp of blood and qi suddenly transformed into a blood-colored rune, floating in the air.

Dense scripture flowed within it. Every character seemed to tremble.

Yang Xuan spoke, his voice low and clear:

"This technique—"

"Is called the <Myriad Tribulations Imperishable Blood God Scripture>."