Thinking of this, Dijiang could no longer contain the excitement in his heart.
Without hesitation, he focused all his mental power and actively connected with, then frantically activated, the Little Jade Disc deep within his consciousness.
"Buzz—"
The Little Jade Disc let out a crisp yet ancient hum. Purple-golden radiance surged forth, piercing through Dijiang's blood cocoon and illuminating the dim Pangu Hall in splendid brilliance.
The Jade Disc transformed into a massive devouring vortex, domineeringly tugging at the seemingly inexhaustible Killing Intent and turbid qi within the hall.
Vast quantities of gray-black currents were ceaselessly drawn into the Jade Disc. After being transformed, they became golden spiritual rain that poured down in a sweeping shower.
The spiritual rain not only nourished Dijiang, but also fell evenly upon the other eleven enormous blood cocoons.
The blood cocoons, once wreathed in turbid qi, gradually began to emit a sacred, ethereal glow beneath the cleansing wash of spiritual qi...
The years drifted by, and within Pangu Hall, neither cold nor heat could be measured.
After his initial wild ecstasy faded, Dijiang gradually noticed a fatal hidden danger. He had to devote most of his attention at all times to activating the Jade Disc, leaving only the remainder of his focus barely enough to circulate the inherited cultivation technique.
This state of "using one mind for two purposes" was terribly inefficient. If this continued, his cultivation progress would inevitably be severely delayed.
"This won't do. I must find a way to have the best of both worlds."
Dijiang decisively stopped circulating his cultivation technique.
He gathered his thoughts and bitterly pondered a way to break the deadlock.
In the Primordial World, years went uncounted. In the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of years had passed.
Finally, amid repeated deductions, a spark of insight flashed through Dijiang's mind, and he comprehended a crude yet exceedingly practical method of dividing his consciousness.
Since he could not attend to both, he would split his consciousness in two!
Dijiang was a decisive man. Once his thoughts became clear, he did not hesitate in the slightest. He directly stirred the origin of his soul and forcibly severed a strand of his core consciousness!
"Hiss—"
The agony of his soul being torn apart made the enormous blood cocoon containing Dijiang tremble violently. With his origin damaged, his aura instantly withered, as though he had suffered a grave illness.
Fortunately, the Little Jade Disc had long absorbed his blood and was intimately familiar with the aura that shared his origin.
The severed strand of consciousness encountered no obstruction at all and easily slipped into the Jade Disc.
The instant his consciousness took residence within it, the mysterious supreme treasure seemed to gain a rudimentary artifact spirit.
Dijiang's true body no longer needed to expend mental effort. That strand of consciousness became like a tireless automatic switch, instinctively maintaining the operation of the formation that devoured Killing Intent and returned it as spiritual qi.
"Success..."
Feeling the unending pure spiritual qi once more turn into golden rain and fall around him, Dijiang endured the weakness and stabbing pain deep within his soul, completely immersing himself in deep-seated secluded cultivation.
He would use this inexhaustible pure spiritual qi to heal his injuries and cultivate diligently, striving to transform as soon as possible.
The River of Time flowed silently outside Pangu Hall. Seas turned to mulberry fields, and no one knew how many epochs had passed.
Within Dijiang, who had remained in a deathly still state of cultivation, towering waves suddenly rose within his sea of consciousness.
His originally vast yet murky soul origin was finally undergoing a qualitative transformation after being washed by endless pure spiritual qi and Pangu's legacy.
"Crack—"
It was as though some shackle between heaven and earth had been utterly shattered.
A miniature phantom, radiating clear and ethereal immortal qi, quietly condensed within Dijiang's sea of consciousness.
Primordial Spirit!
He, Dijiang, had broken through the fate ordained by Heaven's Way and nurtured a Primordial Spirit!
At the very moment his Primordial Spirit was born, as though drawn by some bloodline aura—or perhaps through the accumulated effects of long-term nourishment by the pure spiritual rain—an anomaly arose once more within Pangu Hall.
From the blood cocoon nearest to him, which exuded a dense earthen aura, came a faint yet exceptionally clear soul fluctuation.
"Big Brother..." A naive and gentle thought timidly sounded in Dijiang's mind.
Then came the Wood Law, the Flame Law, the Water Law...
The eleven enormous blood cocoons around him seemed to awaken from a long slumber, their consciousnesses reviving one after another.
Houtu, Jumang, Zhu Rong, Gonggong... his younger brothers and sister had finally given birth to their wills within this ocean of purified spiritual qi.
Feeling the naive yet affectionate consciousnesses of his younger siblings, warmth flowed through Dijiang's heart. He transmitted, "I am Dijiang, your eldest brother. The turbid qi within this hall has now been transformed by me into innate spiritual qi. This is the finest opportunity to lay a solid foundation.
"Do not slacken. Quickly circulate your inherited cultivation techniques and absorb the spiritual qi. Strive to condense Primordial Spirits of your own as your eldest brother has!"
"Yes... Big Brother..."
"We'll listen to Big Brother..."
Feeling Houtu, Zhu Rong, and his other younger siblings obediently immerse themselves in cultivation, wildly drawing in the spiritual rain that filled the sky, Dijiang withdrew his consciousness with satisfaction.
The Primordial World kept no count of years; time passed like a white colt flitting through a crack.
Countless epochs silently slipped away within the deathly still Pangu Hall.
The Primordial Spirit in Dijiang's sea of consciousness was nourished day and night by spiritual qi and watered by Pangu's legacy. From its initial phantom form, it grew ever more solid and resplendent, like a deity seated in meditation within the Purple Mansion.
His cultivation, too, rose with the growth of his Primordial Spirit and the transformation of his physical body.
Early Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, middle stage, late stage... until one day, a terrifying aura erupted thunderously from the blood cocoon containing him.
Daluo Golden Immortal!
"The time has come. Today is the day of my transformation!"
With Dijiang's long howl, dense silver divine patterns of space suddenly appeared across the surface of the enormous purplish-red blood cocoon.
Then, with a crisp crack, the blood cocoon shattered like a spiderweb, turning into pure power of qi and blood that the person within swallowed in a single gulp.
As the resplendent silver light faded, a tall figure slowly stepped forth.
Dijiang had directly transformed into the Innate Dao Body, the form most compatible with the Great Dao.
He had taken the form of a young man with a straight, upright bearing and a handsome face beyond the dust of the world.
His black hair danced wildly in the wind, and his brow carried an inborn majesty. As his eyes opened and closed, silver Space Laws faintly arose and vanished in the depths of his pupils.
"So this is the power of a Daluo Golden Immortal..."
Dijiang clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power within him—power sufficient to tear apart the void with ease—and a smile curled across his lips.
Then he raised a hand, and the Little Jade Disc, which had been floating in midair and tirelessly transforming spiritual qi, became a streak of light and fell into his palm.
Previously, he had been immersed in arduous cultivation and could only drive it by instinct. Now that he was a Daluo Golden Immortal, he finally had the time to glimpse the true face of this supreme treasure that had crossed over with him.
Dijiang took a deep breath and sent his vast, pure Great Firmament Realm Primordial Spirit power into the Jade Disc without holding anything back.
"One, two, three... forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine!"
Sensing the number of restrictions contained within, Dijiang could not help clicking his tongue in astonishment.
"The Great Dao has fifty, while Heaven derives forty-nine... Forty-nine innate restrictions—this is an Innate Supreme Treasure!"
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