A First Taste of the Golden Finger (Bonus Update)

For the other sword embryo, Ji Hao did not plan to engrave the Immortal Domain Restoration Scripture onto it. A sword was an instrument of slaughter; it did not need to be overly peaceful. Though the Immortal Domain Restoration Scripture was advanced, it might not suit him.

A great battle that shook the heavens was inevitable in the future. A defensive divine artifact alone would not be enough. He needed a weapon capable of slaying every enemy, purging darkness, beheading the strange, and breaking through all things.

Ji Hao chose a sword. In the past, Huangtian Emperor had likewise forged a Grand Luo Immortal Sword, and its power had been extraordinary.

However, forging two Dao-proving artifacts meant their power would be inferior to that of a single unique artifact.

But things were different now. With the help of the Immortal Domain Restoration Scripture, he had successfully transformed his original Divine Bridge into the Other Shore Golden Bridge, completing a change in form as well. Its power surpassed that of ordinary artifacts and was no weaker than the prodigies who forged unique artifacts.

As for the sword embryo, he had even less reason to worry. Since the day it had been forged, it had remained buried within the Sea of Bitterness, tempered by deathly aura. Its power was beyond imagination.

Once it emerged into the world, it was destined to be incomparably sharp, capable of slaughtering every enemy beneath the heavens.

He imagined his future self standing atop the Other Shore Golden Bridge, wielding the Immortal Emperor Sword, cutting down every foe, and sighing, "How lonely it is to be invincible."

Ji Hao could not help narrowing his eyes and secretly grinning.

"Now that I've obtained the Fortune within the Bronze Ancient Coffin, it's time to try out my golden finger!" Ji Hao said excitedly.

Ji Hao opened his eyes and saw Ye Fan immersed in a state of enlightenment, while Pang Bo wore a worried expression. As for everyone else, sorry, he truly did not know a single one of them.

"As expected of Heavenly Emperor Ye. His luck and comprehension are both extraordinary!" Ji Hao sighed.

"It should be the Dao rhythm emitted by the sprouting Bodhi Seed that caused him to enter a state of enlightenment. He also heard those several hundred Emperor Scripts."

"Little brother, senior, what happened to Ye?" Suddenly, a huge face filled Ji Hao's vision. It was Pang Bo.

"He's fine. On the contrary, he's gained a great opportunity." Ji Hao smiled.

"As long as he's fine. Could Ye be about to become an immortal too?"

Ye Fan truly looked far too extraordinary at the moment.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged beside the Bronze Ancient Coffin. He was like a bright moon reflected upon a still lake, motionless as he sat there. An otherworldly aura rippled from him. At this moment, he looked ethereal and transcendent, like an Exiled Immortal untouched by mortal smoke, ready to ride the wind away at any time.

"More or less. He's already on the path," Ji Hao sighed.

"He can become an immortal, but it will probably take several hundred thousand years."

"Alright, keep watch over Ye Fan. Don't let anyone else disturb him," Ji Hao said.

Ji Hao rubbed his hands together, somewhat nervous. This was the golden finger he had waited a full five thousand years for—five thousand years!

Ji Hao closed his eyes again, and his consciousness passed through endless void to arrive in a mysterious pure land.

Within his consciousness space, Ji Hao opened his eyes. As far as he could see stretched a boundless sea. Even when he pushed his Martial Dao Heavenly Eyes to their limit, he could not make out its borders. He could only see unknown things rising and falling in the sea, like little fish.

Looking carefully, what sea was this? It was clearly a Chaos Sea.

And those were not little fish either, but Great Thousand Worlds.

Ji Hao looked around and discovered that he was standing on a small island. A fishing rod was planted in the center, and at his feet sat a box glowing with nine-colored divine light.

Opening the box, he found a seed within, radiating nine colors. Faintly, he could see another kind of color, impossible to describe in words, as though it were brilliance formed from the fusion of nine-colored divine light.

Ji Hao skillfully took out three weapons: a mighty cultivator's weapon, a halberd; a king-level weapon, a shield; and a passed-down Saint weapon, a gourd wreathed in chaotic aura.

Divine light rose from the three weapons, except for the mighty halberd. Above them, countless Dao laws intertwined. They were their masters' Dao, eventually converging into a single point and transforming into miraculous seeds.

The king's laws formed a white seed, while the Saint's laws condensed into a blue seed.

Seeing this, Ji Hao's face darkened slightly. It felt like some game, and an intensely familiar sense of being scammed washed over him.

After putting away the two seeds, Ji Hao nodded and thought, It seems the minimum level needed to form a seed is the king level.

"If Saint laws are blue, then what color would Quasi-Emperor laws be?" Ji Hao wondered curiously as he projected the Xuanyuan Sword into this world. The Xuanyuan Sword's spirit did not notice in the slightest.

The Xuanyuan Sword also released Dao laws belonging to him. Compared with the previous two weapons, its visual effects were simply maxed out.

Within the boundless, dazzling golden light, a human world took shape. The mortal world stretched endlessly; divine beings grasped stars in their hands, divine dragons swished their tails, immortal phoenixes spread their wings, and all things were free beneath the frosty heavens.

Chains of laws, incomparably thick, appeared one after another. The Saint Dao laws from before had merely glimmered with divine light, but the Xuanyuan Sword gathered countless laws and condensed them into chains of the Great Dao, finally transforming into a glittering golden seed that looked far more impressive.

"It seems the king stage in the Shrouding the Heavens Cultivation System is truly unique."

Ji Hao stroked his chin in thought.

The king stage was far too special. It was like the Divine Flame Realm in the Immortal Ancient Cultivation System: one ignited divine flame to condense immortal energy. The stronger the Dao one condensed, the more immortal energy one possessed. It could be said to represent an Immortal Ancient cultivator's potential.

The Third Immortal Severing Dao was similar. The stronger the Dao one severed, the heavier the tribulation would be. Throughout history, many astonishing and peerless cultivators had fallen at this stage.

Some cultivators severed astonishing Dao, but lacked the strength to support themselves and could only perish regretfully beneath heavenly tribulation. Ye Fan's defiance of the Great Dao was one such case. Even among ancient Great Emperors, it was rare enough to summon the phantoms of nine Great Emperors. It had practically been a death tribulation. Had he not possessed half of Nine Secrets: Zhe, he likely would have died.

The Dao severed through the Third Immortal Severing Dao was already one's own Dao, deeply colored by oneself and slightly different from the myriad Dao of the outside world.

That was why only Dao severed through the Third Immortal Severing Dao could be transformed into seeds by the fishing rod.

Looking at the three seeds in his hand and the box glowing with nine-colored divine light by his feet, Ji Hao's expression twisted as he fell into a dilemma of choice.

With a savage expression, Ji Hao kicked away the box at his feet through sheer willpower. His cultivation was still too weak. Even if he obtained a Sacrificial Dao-level supreme treasure, he would be completely unable to use it.

Ji Hao could only use the scripture left behind by Huangtian Emperor according to the method Ye Fan had used in the original work. He could not understand it at all. Even ancient Great Emperors could only comprehend a few Emperor Scripts, and whether they had understood them correctly was another matter entirely.

Just as Ji Hao was agonizing over his choice, new changes occurred outside.

Not long after Ye Fan awakened, Pang Bo asked him what exactly he had heard.

Before Ye Fan could answer, everyone suddenly heard a strange sound. Though faint, it shook their hearts!

The sound of drums came from afar, seeming to arrive from distant time and space. It was heavy and filled with sorrow. Then funeral bells rang out, grief spreading through the air, ethereal yet real.

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