Transformation, Innate Supreme Treasure!

Having reached this point, Dijiang could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.

Without hesitation, he focused all his spiritual power and actively connected with the small Jade Disc deep within his consciousness, driving it madly.

"Hummm—"

The small Jade Disc let out a crisp, ancient hum. Purple-gold radiance surged forth, piercing directly through Dijiang's blood cocoon and illuminating the dim Pangu Hall in magnificent splendor.

The Jade Disc transformed into a massive swallowing vortex, tyrannically tugging at the seemingly endless Killing Intent and turbid qi within the hall.

Vast amounts of gray-black currents were continuously drawn into the Jade Disc. After being transformed, they became golden spiritual rain that poured down from the heavens.

The spiritual rain not only nourished Dijiang, but also spread evenly over the other eleven enormous blood cocoons.

The blood cocoons that had originally been entwined by turbid qi gradually began to glow with a sacred, clear light beneath the cleansing of the spiritual qi...

The years drifted by, and within Pangu Hall, there was no reckoning of cold or heat.

After his initial wild delight, Dijiang gradually discovered a fatal hidden danger. He had to devote most of his attention at all times to driving the Jade Disc, while the remainder of his mind could barely be used to circulate the inherited cultivation technique.

This state of "using one heart for two purposes" was terribly inefficient. If this continued, his cultivation progress would inevitably be severely delayed.

"This won't do. I need to find a way to have the best of both worlds."

Dijiang decisively stopped circulating his cultivation technique.

He gathered his thoughts and painstakingly considered a way to break the deadlock.

There was no measure of years in the primordial wilderness; in the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of years passed.

Finally, amid repeated deductions, inspiration flashed through Dijiang's mind, and he comprehended a crude yet immensely practical method of splitting his consciousness.

Since he could not attend to both, then he would divide his consciousness in two!

Dijiang was a decisive man. Once his thoughts became clear, he did not hesitate in the slightest. He directly drew upon the origin of his soul and forcibly severed a strand of his core consciousness!

"Hiss—"

The agonizing pain of his soul being torn apart made the enormous blood cocoon surrounding Dijiang tremble violently. With his origin injured, his aura instantly withered, as though he had been struck by a grave illness.

Fortunately, the small Jade Disc had long since absorbed his blood and was exceedingly familiar with and close to his same-origin aura.

The strand of severed consciousness encountered no obstruction and effortlessly slipped into the Jade Disc.

The instant that consciousness settled within it, this mysterious supreme treasure seemed to possess a rudimentary artifact spirit.

Dijiang's main body no longer needed to expend mental effort. That strand of consciousness became like a tireless automatic switch, instinctively maintaining the formation that devoured Killing Intent and returned spiritual qi.

"It worked..."

Feeling the endless pure spiritual qi turn once more into golden rain and fall, Dijiang endured the weakness and throbbing pain deep within his soul and completely immersed himself in deep closed-door cultivation.

He would use this ceaseless stream of pure spiritual qi to heal his wounds, cultivate diligently, and strive to transform as soon as possible.

The river of time flowed silently beyond Pangu Hall. Seas turned into mulberry fields, and no one knew how many epochs had passed.

Within the sea of consciousness of Dijiang, who had remained in a deathly cultivation state, towering waves suddenly surged.

His originally vast yet murky soul origin had finally undergone a qualitative transformation after being washed by endless pure spiritual qi and Pangu's lingering grace.

"Crack—"

It was as though some shackle of heaven and earth had been completely shattered.

A miniature phantom, radiating clear immortal qi, quietly condensed into form within Dijiang's sea of consciousness.

Primordial Spirit!

He, Dijiang, had broken through the destiny decreed by the Heavenly Dao 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 effect of being nourished by pure spiritual rain for so long—unusual phenomena arose once more within Pangu Hall.

From the blood cocoon closest to him, which radiated a dense aura of earth, came a faint yet exceptionally clear ripple of soul consciousness.

"Big Brother..." A naïve, gentle thought sounded timidly in Dijiang's mind.

Immediately afterward, the law of wood, the law of fire, the law of water...

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 consciousness within this ocean of purified spiritual qi.

Feeling the naïve yet intimate consciousnesses of his younger brothers and sister, warmth flowed through Dijiang's heart. He transmitted his voice, saying, "I am Dijiang, your eldest brother. The turbid qi within the hall has now been transformed by me into innate spiritual qi. This is the perfect time to lay a firm foundation.

Do not slacken. Quickly circulate your inherited cultivation techniques and absorb the spiritual qi. Strive to condense Primordial Spirits of your own as I have done!"

"Yes... Big Brother..."

"We'll listen to Big Brother..."

Feeling Houtu, Zhu Rong, and the others obediently immerse themselves in cultivation, madly drawing in and exhaling the spiritual rain filling the sky, Dijiang withdrew his thoughts in satisfaction.

There was no record of years in the primordial wilderness; time passed like a white colt flashing through a crack.

Countless epochs silently slipped away within the deathly still Pangu Hall.

The Primordial Spirit within Dijiang's sea of consciousness was nourished day and night by spiritual qi and watered by Pangu's lingering grace. From its initial phantom state, it became increasingly solid and resplendent, like a deity seated within the Purple Mansion.

His cultivation also 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 suddenly erupted from the blood cocoon surrounding him.

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

"The time has come. Today is the day I transform!"

Along with Dijiang's long howl, dense silver spatial divine patterns suddenly appeared across the surface of that enormous purple-red blood cocoon.

Then, with a crisp "crack," the blood cocoon shattered like a spiderweb, turning into pure qi and blood power that the person within swallowed in a single gulp.

The dazzling silver light faded, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped forth.

Dijiang had directly transformed into the Innate Dao Body most aligned with the Great Dao.

He had taken the form of a young man with an upright bearing and a handsome, transcendent face.

His ink-black hair whipped wildly in the wind, and his brows carried an inborn majesty. Whenever his eyes opened and closed, silver spatial laws faintly flickered and flowed in the depths of his pupils.

"So this is the power of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal..."

Dijiang clenched his fist, sensing the terrifying strength within his body, strength enough to easily tear apart the void. A smile curved across his lips.

Then, with a beckoning gesture, the small Jade Disc that had been floating in midair and tirelessly transforming spiritual qi turned into a streak of light and landed in his palm.

Previously, he had been immersed in arduous cultivation and could only drive it by instinct. Now that he was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he finally had time to glimpse the true form of this supreme treasure that had traveled through time with him.

Dijiang took a deep breath and sent his vast, pure Zenith Heaven Primordial Spirit power into the Jade Disc without holding anything back.

"One, two, three... forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine!"

Feeling the number of restrictions contained within it, Dijiang could not help clicking his tongue inwardly.

"The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven evolves forty-nine... Forty-nine innate restrictions. This is an Innate Supreme Treasure!"