Finally Taking Human Form

Nine Heavens Breath Soil.

The soil of creation, mother of all things.

This was the very substance Nuwa had used when creating humans.

And now, the core region beneath his vines, nurtured by the Creation Grand Dao, already possessed complete "creation" power.

It was more than sufficient for fashioning himself a body.

The only question was how much cultivation such a body could bear.

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and immersed his divine sense into the Primordial Unity Creation Immortal Scripture, rapidly deducing the answer.

Before long, he had settled on a plan.

Given his current cultivation and understanding of the Creation Grand Dao, a body fashioned from Nine Heavens Breath Soil could bear, at most, ten percent of his cultivation.

In the Primordial World, that would place him at the early Mysterious Immortal realm.

But the early Mysterious Immortal realm was already enough to travel the Primordial World. After all, most of the old monsters capable of threatening him were either still being nurtured like him or traveling through incarnations themselves.

As for mighty beings on the level of the Three Pure Ones, there was no reason for them to make things difficult for a mere small fry like him.

Yang Xuan planned to leave his true vine body rooted in Mount Buzhou, absorbing chaotic qi and nurturing the seven gourd flowers.

Then, he would send his divine-sense incarnation to roam the Primordial World in search of opportunities before eventually heading to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao.

Yang Xuan did not hesitate for long.

As seven-colored light flickered around the Dharma vine and chaotic power surged, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil within the core region rose into the air, slowly swirling like a cloud of brilliant gold.

Yang Xuan's divine sense seeped into it and began to shape it.

Unlike Nuwa's method of kneading earth to create humans, Yang Xuan used the Grand Dao to mold a body. It differed from simply using the power of creation to grant life.

The Self-Growing Soil was immediately permeated by chaotic power. Patterns condensed in the void, bones and meridians extended, and flesh and blood grew.

A human body gradually took shape—eight feet tall, well-proportioned, and bearing a face similar to Yang Xuan's projection in Luo Ji's world, though even more striking and refined.

It was like an incarnation of the Dao of Creation itself.

Yang Xuan's divine sense descended into it. The incarnation, which had resembled a clay figurine, instantly surged with seven-colored radiance and brimmed with vitality!

His eyes opened.

Yang Xuan's eyes were clear as moonlight, reflecting all things beneath heaven.

"Early Mysterious Immortal."

"Not much different from what I expected. After a while, once the fusion is complete, I should reach the middle Mysterious Immortal realm."

Yang Xuan looked toward the gourd vine that towered between heaven and earth.

The Primordial Gourd Vine was rooted in the mountain formed from Pangu's spine. Its vines twisted upward for an unknown number of zhang, while chaotic qi gathered around it like a tidal wave.

Seven main vines grew from its roots, each as broad as a mountainside. Their entire lengths were crystal-clear, gleaming like jade.

Faint golden patterns flowed across the surfaces of the vines. They were the marks of the Creation Grand Dao.

Seven gourd flowers hung from the vine tips. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—the seven colors complemented one another. Their petals layered upon each other, while faint treasure light circulated within their centers.

A seven-colored halo formed above the vines. It slowly revolved, drawing in the chaotic qi atop Mount Buzhou, transforming it into spiritual qi, and nourishing the entire spiritual root.

He raised a hand, palm facing upward.

Seven-colored spiritual qi rose from his palm, condensed without dispersing, and slowly revolved.

This was the power of creation he had brought from his true body, the core of the Primordial Unity Creation Immortal Scripture.

With a thought, the seven-colored spiritual qi began to transform. Flames, gentle winds, flowing water, and all manner of phenomena were contained within his palm.

He gently clenched his fist, and the seven-colored spiritual qi vanished without a trace.

"Since I have taken human form, I should give myself a Daoist title..."

Thoughts churned in Yang Xuan's mind.

Though this was not his true body taking form, it shared a symbiotic relationship with it. It could be said that it had been born through the transformation of his true body's power of creation.

"My name shall be Yan Zhen."

Yan Zhen—derived from the truth of creation. Truth meant the true nature and reality of all things, perfectly fitting Yang Xuan's present circumstances.

"Time to go."

Yang Xuan rose to his feet and took a step forward. A seven-colored halo bloomed beneath his feet.

The Rainbow Light Technique united the seven colors into a long rainbow that streaked across the sky.

Mountains and rivers sped backward beneath his feet, while a sea of clouds rolled below him like waves.

With an escape speed that even Golden Immortals could not match, he roamed freely across the Primordial World, unfettered and at ease.

This was an escape art he had comprehended from the Primordial Unity Creation Immortal Scripture, with seven-colored creation power at its core.

Seven colors, seven attributes, seven escape arts.

Red governed fire. It could transform into firelight, burning away all things. It was called Blazing Li Fire.

Orange governed earth. It could escape into the earth, unhindered by mountains or rivers. It was called Thick Earth Convergence.

Yellow governed metal. It could transform into golden light, peerlessly sharp. It was called Geng Metal Edge.

Green governed wood. It could merge into vegetation, endlessly flourishing. It was called Yi Wood Flourish.

Cyan governed wind. It could ride the wind and travel a thousand li in an instant. It was called Xun Wind Severing.

Blue governed water. It could merge into flowing water, formless and shapeless. It was called Kan Water Peril.

Purple governed lightning. It could transform into thunder and tear open the void. It was called Zhen Thunder Smite.

The seven escape lights could be used separately or switched between at will. They could also unite into a seven-colored rainbow spanning the heavens, moving so swiftly that even Golden Immortals could only stare after it in vain.

This was also Yang Xuan's strongest escape art at present. He named it the "Rainbow Light Technique."

Traveling the Primordial World was not a purposeless journey.

The primordial spiritual treasures, heavenly materials, earthly treasures, grotto-heavens, and blessed lands from his memories of his previous life could not all be trusted, but they could serve as references.

The Three Luminaries Divine Water and Nine Heavens Breath Soil of Kunlun Mountain, the Primordial Geng Metal of Shouyang Mountain, and the gourd vine near Mount Buzhou—his own true body was one of them. What a damn irony.

Still, Kunlun Mountain was Yang Xuan's first destination.

Kunlun Mountain was praised as the "lord of ten thousand mountains and source of dragon veins." It was the nexus of heaven and earth's dragon veins, as well as the Daoist grounds of Primordial Heavenly Venerable, one of the Three Pure Ones.

He transformed into a seven-colored rainbow, swept past the foothills of Mount Buzhou, and flew toward Kunlun.

The Primordial World was incomparably vast. Yang Xuan had no idea how long it would take to reach Kunlun.

Yet traveling the Primordial World was itself a different kind of cultivation.

The mountains and terrain he saw along the way, the flow of spiritual veins, and the distribution of primordial restrictions would all become foundations for comprehending the Grand Dao in the future.

His divine sense spread outward.

The mountains and spiritual veins, vegetation spirits and monsters, and tides of spiritual qi within a radius of ten thousand li all entered his sight.

Although, with his early Mysterious Immortal divine sense, he could only perceive a radius of ten thousand li in the Primordial World,

compared with ordinary Mysterious Immortals, he was already unrivaled among those of the same realm, solely because Yang Xuan's foundation was far deeper than that of ordinary cultivators.

An ordinary Mysterious Immortal who could perceive a thousand li would already be considered exceptionally talented.

This was because the laws of the Primordial Great Realm were firm, like chains of order stabilizing the laws of heaven and earth.

Time passed, and three years slipped by.

The Kunlun Mountains stretched between heaven and earth, extending for an unknown number of tens of thousands of li.

Its main peak pierced the clouds. Mist curled around its waist, above which lay gleaming white snow, and higher still stood magnificent palaces of gold and jade.

In the early days after the Primordial World's creation, this place was where the Three Pure Ones gathered.

Kunlun Mountain truly deserved its reputation as the nexus of heaven and earth's spiritual veins.

The instant Yang Xuan's divine sense reached the outer ten thousand li of Kunlun Mountain, he sensed a faint restriction.

It was a natural barrier formed by the interwoven spiritual veins of Kunlun Mountain itself.

Ordinary living beings who entered would only feel that they had lost their way in the mountains, circling about before returning to where they had started.

Only cultivators with sufficient affinity could "see" the true Kunlun Mountain and enter it.

The workings of such karmic affinity were wondrous beyond words.

Meanwhile, the other worlds within the group chat were also steadily getting on track.

After three years of travel, he had not properly checked the group chat's messages.

This was the perfect opportunity to see how things had progressed in the group.