The Slanting Moon and Three Stars Shone Upon One Another, Completing the Twelve Levels of the Spirit Platform

Gradually, three outlines came into focus.

Chen Cuo studied them intently. He sensed three profound, distinct concepts within them and realized what Daoyinzi had left him.

"Three Dao Marks!"

Chen Cuo understood what that meant, too, and his eyes dimmed.

"With Master's foundations and Dao Attainment, it was only natural that he could condense Dao Marks."

As he thought about it, those three hazy outlines seemed heavier than Mount Tai.

"Master gave me three Dao Marks. This is a profound kindness. Now that I've accepted them, I must shoulder the responsibility."

At a thought, Spirit Light flowed toward the first outline like running water. Just before it touched the outline, light burst forth from within.

The light swelled and shrank, speckled with shimmering flecks.

A clang of metal rang in Chen Cuo's ears, as though someone were hammering iron.

Hum, hum, hum!

The radiance expanded and contracted three times, like metal hammered and tempered in three successive rounds. Then it drew inward, sending out layers of firelight while revealing flashes of cold steel.

"The Three-Forging Method. The art of ironworking."

With a shift of thought, Chen Cuo understood what the first hazy shape contained. He reached out and seized it. Light scattered in all directions as the outline condensed into a bronze sword of interwoven blue and red, with water and fire sustaining one another!

"A sword born of hammer and quench. The tenth Dao Mark: the Water-Fire Blade!"

Chen Cuo released his grip. The Bronze Sword flew into the air and hovered above him, shining alongside the other nine Dao Marks.

Then Chen Cuo reached for the second hazy shape.

As Spirit Light coiled around it, a faint voice sounded from within—

"Having lost my sect's cultivation art, I shall take Heaven and Earth as my teacher. Mysteries lie