For the other sword germ, Ji Hao did not plan to inscribe the Immortal Domain Restoration Scripture. A sword was an instrument of killing and cutting, so it did not need to be overly serene. Although the Immortal Domain Restoration Scripture was advanced, it might not suit him.
The future was destined to be a succession of world-shaking battles. Having only a defensive divine artifact was not enough; he had to possess a weapon sharp enough to slay all enemies, capable of executing darkness and severing the bizarre, piercing through everything.
Ji Hao chose the sword. In the past, the Huangtian Emperor had also forged a Grand Luo Immortal Sword, and its might was extraordinary.
It was just that forging two Dao-Proving Vessels made them inferior to a unique, singular vessel in terms of might.
However, things were different now. With the help of the Immortal Domain Restoration Scripture, he had successfully transformed the original Divine Bridge into the Other Shore Golden Bridge, and even completed a morphological shift. Its might surpassed ordinary vessels, losing nothing at all to the heavenly prodigies who forged unique vessels.
As for the sword germ, he did not need to worry about it at all. Ever since the day it was forged, it had been buried within the Sea of Bitterness, tempered by the Death Qi, and its might was unimaginable.
Once it emerged into the world, it was destined to be incomparably sharp, slaying all enemies in this mortal world.
Imagining his future self stepping upon the Other Shore Golden Bridge while holding the Immortal Emperor Sword, severing all enemies, and sighing, "How lonely it is to be invincible," Ji Hao could not help but narrow his eyes and chuckle secretly.
"Now that the fortune inside the bronze ancient coffin has also been obtained, it's time to try my Golden Finger!" Ji Hao said excitedly.
Ji Hao opened his eyes and saw Ye Fan, who was lost in a state of enlightenment, alongside Pang Bo, who wore a look of worry. As for the others, apologies, he truly did not recognize a single one.
"As expected of Heavenly Emperor Ye, this fortune aura and this comprehension are truly extraordinary!" Ji Hao exclaimed with emotion.
"It must be the Dao rhythm emitted when the Bodhi Seed sprouted that plunged him into a state of enlightenment, and he also heard those several hundred emperor scripts."
"Little brother, senior, what's wrong with Ye Zi?" Suddenly, a large face covered Ji Hao's field of vision. It was Pang Bo.
"He's fine. On the contrary, he's even obtained a great fortuitous encounter," Ji Hao laughed.
"As long as he's fine. Could Ye Zi be becoming an immortal from this?!"
The present Ye Fan was simply too extraordinary, after all.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged beside the bronze ancient coffin. His body was like a tranquil lake illuminated by a bright moon, and he stood there unmoving. A detached and refined aura rippled outward. At this moment, he looked ethereal and otherworldly, resembling an exiled immortal who did not eat the food of the mortal world and might ride the wind away at any moment.
"Pretty much. He's walking the path!" Ji Hao sighed.
"He can become an immortal, all right, it's just that it'll probably be a matter of several hundred thousand years later."
"Alright, keep an eye on Ye Fan and don't let anyone else disturb him," Ji Hao said.
Ji Hao rubbed his hands together, feeling somewhat nervous. This was the Golden Finger he had waited a full five thousand years for—five thousand years!
Ji Hao closed his eyes once again, and his consciousness traversed through the endless void, arriving at a mysterious pure land.
Within the conscious space, Ji Hao opened his eyes. Gazing outward, he saw a boundless ocean. Even when he pushed his Martial Dao Heavenly Eyes to their absolute limit, he could not make out the boundaries, only managing to catch sight of some unidentified objects rising and falling within the sea, resembling tiny fish.
Looking closely, that was no ocean at all; it was clearly a Chaos Sea.
Nor were the things in the sea tiny fish, but rather one Great Thousand World after another.
Ji Hao looked around and found that he was standing on a small island. A fishing rod was stuck in the center, and right beside his feet was a box radiating nine-colored divine light.
Opening the box, inside lay a seed radiating nine colors. Vaguely, another color could be seen within it, one difficult to describe with language, resembling a brilliance fused from nine-colored divine light.
Ji Hao skillfully produced three weapons: a powerful expert's weapon, which was a Fangtian Painted Halberd; a king-tier weapon, which was a protective shield; and an inherited saint weapon, which was a gourd radiating Chaos Qi.
On all three weapons, apart from that powerful expert-tier Fangtian Painted Halberd, divine light surged upward. Complex Dao principles existed upon them; those were the Daos belonging to their original owners, ultimately converging at a single point to transform into a miraculous seed.
The king laws formed a white seed, while the saint laws condensed into a blue seed.
Seeing this scene, Ji Hao's face turned somewhat dark. He always felt it was like some kind of game, a thick, pitfall-ridden, and familiar feeling rushing straight at his face.
Stowing the two seeds away, Ji Hao nodded and thought to himself, It seems the lowest tier for forming a seed is the king tier.
"If saint laws are blue, then what about quasi-emperor laws?" Ji Hao was somewhat curious. He projected the Xuanyuan Sword into this world, while the artifact spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword remained completely oblivious.
The Xuanyuan Sword also began to emit the Dao principles belonging to it. Compared to the previous two weapons, the special effects were simply maxed out.
Amidst boundless, dazzling golden light, a human dao world formed, filled with the bustling mortal world. There were divine beings molding stars with their fingers, divine dragons flicking their tails, immortal phoenixes spreading their wings, and myriad things enjoying utter freedom across the frosty vault of heaven.
Strips of law chains were incomparably thick. The previous saint Dao principles had merely lit up with a faint divine light, whereas the Xuanyuan Sword converged from countless laws, condensing into Great Dao chains that ultimately transformed into a glittering golden seed, looking far more imposing.
"It seems that within the Shrouding the Heavens Cultivation System, this stage of the king is truly unique."
Ji Hao rubbed his chin in contemplation.
The stage of the king was far too special. Much like the Divine Flame Realm in the Ancient Immortal Cultivation System, it ignited the divine fire to condense immortal qi; the more powerful the condensed Dao, the more immortal qi there would be, which could be said to be a manifestation of an Ancient Immortal practitioner's potential.
The Immortal Third Stage was similarly akin to this. The stronger the severed Dao, the heavier the tribulation would be. Since ancient times, many astonishingly brilliant practitioners had fallen at this stage.
Some practitioners severed a Dao that was astonishing, yet lacked sufficient personal strength to support it, forcing them to regretfully fall amidst the heavenly tribulation. It was much like how Ye Fan went against the Great Dao—placed even among ancient emperors, it was a rare sight. The appearance of nine great emperor phantasm was practically a death tribulation, and had he not possessed half of the Nine Secrets: Zhe in hand, he probably would have kicked the bucket.
The Dao severed at the Immortal Third Stage was already his own Dao, carrying a rich personal coloration and harboring a faint, minute difference from the myriad paths of the outside world.
This was also why only the Dao severed at the Immortal Third Stage could be converted into a seed by the fishing rod.
Looking at the three seeds in his hand, along with the box radiating nine-colored divine light beside his feet, Ji Hao wore a conflicted expression, plunging into a state of decision fatigue.
With a ferocious expression, Ji Hao used great perseverance to kick the box by his feet away. His own cultivation was still far too weak; even if he obtained a supreme treasure at the Sacrificial Dao level, he would be completely unable to use it.
Ji Hao could only use the scriptures left behind by the Huangtian Emperor following Ye Fan's method from the original work, being entirely unable to comprehend them. Even an ancient emperor could only understand a few emperor scripts, and whether they were correct remained to be seen.
Just as Ji Hao was incomparably conflicted, new changes occurred in the outside world.
Not long after waking up, Ye Fan was questioned by Pang Bo about what exactly he had heard.
Before Ye Fan could even reply, everyone suddenly heard a strange sound. Although very faint, it shook people's hearts!
The sound of drums came from afar, seeming to originate from a distant time and space. It was muffled and filled with sorrow, and immediately afterward, a funeral bell tolled, grief permeating the air, ethereal yet real.
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