Xuanming had not heard Chu Mo's voice. After all, he was only a fragment of memory, incapable of responding to anything in the outside world.
And so, new memories surged in like floodwaters bursting through a dam, while the old memories melted swiftly like thin ice beneath the sun. In mere moments, everything that had been there was washed clean away.
Xuanming-or rather, the being who believed himself to be Xuanming-slowly opened his eyes, gently sweeping his divine thought through his body and soul, inside and out.
A moment later, a faint smile appeared on his face.
It worked.
Dao Integration was, after all, Dao Integration. Its divine abilities and Dao mysteries far surpassed those of Spirit Transformation. However uncanny Youxuan's natal eerie form might be, it could not escape such shackles in the end.
This was not a matter of which Dao came first, but sheer suppression by cultivation realm. Unlike the Qi-Gathering Dao that Mystic Daoist boasted of, register-bearing mansion opening had especially distinct boundaries between realms. Without sky-supporting might, no divine ability, however bizarre, could allow someone below to strike down someone above.
"From this day onward, I am Dao Lord Darkworld, the Tribulation Deliverance Sect Master!"
Xuanming spoke softly, utterly composed. He knew he was merely a fragment of memory, not the true Dao Lord Darkworld. But what difference did that make?
Ever since setting foot on the immortal path, Xuanming had endured countless hardships. Upper Mound, the Outer Domain... everything had arisen from fixed karma and the workings of fate.
Since he could neither alter his fate nor reverse his fortune, he would let "Xuanming" continue onward, step by step, until he reached the very summit. That way, his pursuit of the Immortal Dao would not be betrayed, nor his cultivation of the Great Dao