Primordial Unity Art

In the image, a translucent barrier suddenly unfurled, trapping Tang San's corpse within. It was the Divine Barrier.

Tang Hao's eyes nearly split with rage. Desperate to reclaim his son's body, he charged forward without regard for his life, only to be blocked by the divine power of the two gods. Every step subjected him to crushing pressure. Blood streamed over his body, yet he still could not break through.

At that critical moment, two figures shot into the sky from the battlefield below.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Ning Fengzhi unleashed the full enhancement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, bestowing the Seven Treasure Invincible Divine Light upon the two of them.

Bone Douluo activated his ninth soul skill—Bone-Transforming Divine Dragon.

A massive, deathly pale Bone Dragon soared into the air, its body stretching across the heavens as gray-white flames burned between its bones.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin unleashed Man and Sword as One.

The Seven Kill Sword erupted with boundless sword light. Standing atop the Bone Dragon's spine, he merged with his sword and transformed into a white streak of light that pierced heaven and earth.

The two Titled Douluo burned all their soul power and life force, unleashing the strongest strike of their lives at the Divine Barrier.

BOOM!

The strongest power mortals could wield forcibly blasted a brief opening through the Divine Barrier.

Tang Hao seized that fleeting opportunity, rushed into the barrier, scooped up Tang San's cold body, and broke out through the gap in a flash.

The opening instantly closed.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were sealed within the Divine Barrier, with no path of retreat left.

The two exchanged a glance, neither showing the slightest intention of backing down.

The Bone Dragon turned around, and sword light gathered once more. The two old men drove their remaining strength into one final attack.

Yet the peak of mortal power could never contend against gods.

Bibi Dong swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and pitch-black divine power swept forth.

The Seven Kill Sword shattered with a ringing crack.

The gray-white Bone Dragon disintegrated bit by bit.

Sword broken, bones shattered.

Ning Fengzhi's hair turned white overnight.

After Tang Hao carried Tang San's body back to the Heaven Dou Camp, two beams of divine light rose from the ground. Oscar, the God of Food, and Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess, activated their martial soul fusion skill: Resurrection Divine Light.

The divine power of the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess descended, drawing upon the power of faith between heaven and earth to pull Tang San's divine soul back from the brink of death.

After his resurrection, Tang San bore both the Sea God and Asura God divine positions at once.

The Asura Demon Sword appeared in his hand. His white hair flew wildly as the powers of the two gods merged, bringing his combat strength to its peak.

He rose into the sky once more, directly facing Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, and Qian Renxue, the Angel God.

The Sea God's power controlled the sea and raised monstrous waves. The Asura God's power was unmatched in slaughter, while the Asura Domain completely suppressed the two gods.

The two gods of Spirit Hall joined forces, yet they still could not withstand Tang San, who possessed two divine positions.

Qian Renxue was the first to fall. Her Angel God position was shattered by Asura divine power, her godhead broken, and her golden divine flames extinguished inch by inch. She would never become a god again.

Bibi Dong fought back desperately, but she was already at the end of her strength.

Tang San swung the Asura Demon Sword, and Asura Judgment descended.

Blood-red judgment light enveloped Bibi Dong. Before Asura Judgment, Rakshasa divine power was like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun, its dark green poisonous mist stripped away layer by layer.

Bibi Dong did not struggle.

At the brink of death, she finally let go of the obsession in her heart.

Thus, the battle of Jialing Pass came to an end.

"Whew... whew... hah!"

Ye Xunhuan abruptly shut his eyes and gasped for breath.

His panting sounded especially jarring in the silent night.

As the image receded like the tide, Jialing Pass returned to view.

By now, his back was completely soaked in cold sweat, and his heart pounded violently like a war drum.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Host, for completing the mission: Witness the site of the final divine battle from the original work of Douluo Continent."

"Reward: Primordial Unity Art (the ultimate weakened version of Master Tongtian's Shangqing Primordial Unity Art, ancestor of Jiejiao)."

Ye Xunhuan's breathing suddenly quickened, and his whole body began trembling uncontrollably.

Shangqing Primordial Unity Art!

Fuck, this was the Shangqing Primordial Unity Art! Though it was a weakened version, it was undoubtedly a heaven-tier cultivation technique. At best, Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill was only an earth-tier technique.

Moreover, the Shangqing Primordial Unity Art differed from other cultivation techniques. As a method created by Master Tongtian, it truly embodied the ideals of Jiejiao.

It taught without discrimination and accommodated all paths; it tempered the body and primordial spirit with Primordial Unity clear qi; it could absorb the origins of all kinds of Dao, demons, beasts, and spirits. Regardless of one's origins or innate talent, even furred and horned creatures could cultivate it. It balanced slaughter and defense alike, and the more one fought, the steadier one's Dao foundation became.

In other words, this cultivation technique suited anyone.

If he gave the Primordial Unity Art to Ling Yuan now, she could sit down on the spot and begin cultivating.

But he obviously could not do that.

Pulling out a cultivation manual that had never appeared in Douluo Continent would only make Ling Yuan suspicious.

He had to wait for a suitable opportunity.

For instance, he could "accidentally" discover it in some ruin later on, or claim it was a divine trial reward bestowed by some god.

Like a thief, Ye Xunhuan looked around. Only after confirming that no one else was nearby did he carefully toss the Primordial Unity Art into the bracelet soul tool Ling Yuan had given him.

He planned to try the Primordial Unity Art tonight.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Ye Xunhuan strode toward the carriage.

Ling Yuan had already set up a bonfire beside the stream. Two enormous bear paws sizzled over the flames, golden oil dripping along the meat's grain and sparking tiny flames among the coals.

Beside the fire was the honey they had gathered in the Star Dou Forest, already sealed in jars.

"You're back?" Ling Yuan did not even raise her head as she turned the bear paws in her hands. "How was it?"

"Mm." Ye Xunhuan sat across from her, accepted the cup of water she offered, and took a sip. "Pretty spectacular," he mumbled.

Ling Yuan glanced at him without speaking. After several days of travel, she was already exhausted.

The bonfire crackled, casting light across their faces.

In the firelight, Ling Yuan's red hair resembled a gentle flame. The cold sharpness between her brows was softened by the warm yellow glow, and her profile as she focused on roasting the meat carried a tranquil air.

So beautiful. Total mom material.

Ye Xunhuan gnawed on a bear paw as he thought this, but his thoughts gradually drifted away.

In the original story, Ling Yuan had already fallen during the Soul Hunting Operation and never even came close to the battle of Jialing Pass.

Yet right now, she was sitting here, alive and well, roasting bear paws for him.

Ye Xunhuan withdrew his gaze.

Things like death and disappearance would never happen again.

After dinner, the two briefly washed up by the stream before returning to the carriage to rest.

Ling Yuan leaned against Ye Xunhuan's chest, breathing in his scent, and slipped into sleep after only a few breaths.

She had grown accustomed to these days, so she had neglected her nightly cultivation these past few evenings.

But Ling Yuan had something to say about that.

I've cultivated my entire life. Can't I enjoy myself a little?

Ling Yuan was enjoying herself, but Ye Xunhuan was the one suffering.

Ye Xunhuan was miserable. Not only was the soul in his body already in his twenties, but this Behemoth Martial Soul was truly a curse!

Its growth rate was probably no less terrifying than that of a dragon-type martial soul!

With a beautiful woman, warm and soft as jade, in his arms, Ye Xunhuan did not dare enjoy it in the slightest.

He spent nearly all his waking hours desperately restraining himself.

Brother Lin Shu, send me that code for suppressing the gun!