One year later.
Deep within the Crane Clan Ancestral Land, a secret chamber was dedicated to healing.
A young man sat with his eyes closed. With every breath he took, he seemed to harmonize with the heaven and earth, radiating an ineffable Dao rhythm. Yet whenever he opened his eyes, he projected a demonic aura of supreme self-absorption.
It had now been a year since the Title War of this realm.
The fervor had not subsided in the slightest, and the name of He Xian was celebrated even in the distant Immortal Domain.
The number-one person of the younger generation in this era of the Foreign Realm-what an immense reputation and glory that was.
There was no one who did not praise, gaze upon, and watch him.
planted upside down right beside the man was a bronze halberd, causing the Great Dao to retreat in avoidance.
This was his trophy.
After a long time, the man grew increasingly transcendent. Under the blessing of the realm's fortune, it was as if he were being force-fed by the heaven and earth Dao, immersed in a magnificent array of Great Dao chanting and the momentum of heaven and earth.
Especially the two characters "Sky-Supporting" between his brows, carrying the distant intent of the heavens, flashed with golden light from time to time.
Rumble!
He Xian's entire body glowed with radiance. For the past year, he had been curing his injuries: his Dao foundation had collapsed and his divine soul had withered. In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, this would have been nearly unsolvable, but in realms like the Foreign Realm and the Immortal Domain, which had Immortal Kings and Undying Kings holding down the fort, it was no longer a problem.
A Divine Soul Flower and a Dao Flower had solved it.
Both of these were rare flowers, extremely precious, and of great use even to Undying beings; they were fine medicines when ascending to the "Quasi-King" realm.
Even those descendants of the Emperor Clans who had been obliterated by He Xian had been brought back to life. The World Tree had withheld their divine souls; as long as their divine souls remained unscattered, those old fellows in their ancestral lands could ensure they did not die.
Breaking and then standing anew was even possible.
After all, the descendants of the Emperor Clans represented the future of the Foreign Realm; they would not allow six or seven of them to perish all at once.
The achievements of these people would at the very least be Human Dao Supremes.
He Xian grew increasingly transcendent, sitting there like an immortal embryo. Around his body's acupoints, three thousand ancient gods and demons seemed to sit cross-legged, chanting supreme scriptures to assist him in comprehending the Dao.
It was as if the entire heaven and earth were helping him; his spiritual enlightenment grew increasingly profound, understanding at a single hint, and reaching another realm.
His Dao! His path!
Based on the Indestructible Scripture, he wished to walk the Body Cultivation Path, completely fusing his divine soul into every inch of flesh and blood so that the divine soul would no longer be a weakness, nor would there be messy occurrences like soul seizures and Dark Primordial Spirits in the future.
Yet creating a technique was truly difficult. This was blazing a brand-new trail, and there was simply nowhere to start, with no preceding path to draw upon.
The Desolate Heaven Emperor had still stood on the shoulders of giants!
Without the slightest clue, he had to rely entirely on his own exploration.
Otherwise, the paths of the world should have been a hundred flowers blooming rather than solely possessing this Immortal Ancient System.
He had wanted to be like other transmigrators, creating techniques inexplicably and stepping onto his own path-and not just one, but driving two or several paths simultaneously.
Yet this was simply unrealistic.
Going from one to two was very easy, but going from nothing to something was exceedingly difficult.
What should I do?!
He Xian murmured inwardly. A tiny figure appeared from his palms and fingers, constantly evolving, stirring up faint ripples through countless transformations and fusions.
"First of all, the primary difficulty is how to fuse the divine soul into the flesh and blood without dying. The second problem is that even if the divine soul is fused into the flesh and blood, if the physique is smashed to pieces in the future, can the divine soul still be repaired?"
These questions were all worthy of his consideration.
Clang-rumble!
Sounds of Dao comprehension emanated from within He Xian's body. Thousands of paths trembled incessantly, spewing out Primordial Qi as immortal light began to continuously reflect from the pores all over his body, numbering in the countless paths.
They wrapped around him, transforming into a silkworm cocoon.
At the same time, the various scriptures and secret techniques he practiced all roared, extending outward and fusing with the Dao, and in a trance, hundreds of thousands of bells resounded.
The scriptures belonging uniquely to him were expanding and undergoing metamorphosis.
Several years later, he still had nothing to show for it, having merely completely mended his injured body and recovered to his peak state.
He still wasn't standing high enough or seeing far enough. If he were an Undying King or a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, would his path have become clear?
The next day.
He Xian stood up. He gazed at the dark clouds in the sky, where bolts of lightning emerged one after another-black and blood-red, each carrying a terrifying aura.
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled, with a startling momentum!
These bolts of thunder carried chaotic Qi and dazzling, terrifying radiance, appearing in the vault of heaven and seeming to pour down at any moment.
That was right, he was about to march into the Escape One Realm and become the true number-one person.
"Scatter!" He Xian waved gently, and the space between his brows glowed, actually causing this patch of heavy dark clouds to suddenly vanish.
He dispersed this patch of dark clouds, suppressing his realm; he still needed to polish the Self-Slaying Realm.
This was one of the authority privileges granted to him by his "Appointed Sky-Supporting" status to control the Dao of the Foreign Realm, though it was only a tiny fraction of the permissions.
He Xian rose and left this healing ground.
The Gu Clan Ancestral Land.
This was a stretch of stone mountains shrouded in mist. Though they were not tall and appeared hazy, they carried a peculiar power.
These stone mountains all looked heavy, robust, and domineering, carrying an indescribable secret force.
Looking closely, one always felt that these stone mountains were condensed, as if they contained the power of the Great Universe.
This was the dwelling place of the clan. Just like the Emperor Clans, outsiders could not approach and could only halt their steps.
The clan possessed a Yin-Yang Furnace capable of reversing yin and yang.
He Xian had come to this place and suppressed his realm precisely for this furnace.
The Yin-Yang Furnace was an immortal furnace carrying a mysterious color, brought over from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. It nurtured Yin and Yang Qi, could reverse heaven and earth, reenact great creation, and bestow upon a person the opportunity to alter their destiny.
It was the supreme treasure of the Gu Clan.
It should be of great benefit to He Xian's cultivation.
Because any matter in this world could be explained using Yin and Yang.
Tread! Tread! Tread!
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the end of heaven and earth, seeming to merge with the pulse of the entire heaven and earth like thousands of Dao bells ringing in unison, clearly passing into the hearts of all living beings in this place.
The ancient land of the Gu Clan also had many living beings in seclusion, just like the Emperor Clans.
Pfft!
A round of scorching sun was held high, brilliant and blazing, casting down tens of thousands of strands of golden radiance.
At the edge of the horizon, a supreme figure was walking step by step. His blonde hair was scattered, and he possessed a face so handsome that language could not describe it, yet his aura was extremely domineering, resembling an ancient emperor walking upstream against the currents of time to ascend to the present age.
"Crane Son! That's He Wei Sky-Supporting!"
A chorus of gasps rang out. He Xian's appearance had long since been remembered by all living beings of the Foreign Realm, engraved deep within their hearts.
"What is this lord doing coming to the Gu Clan Ancestral Land? He surely isn't coming to wage war at our door again, is he!" someone questioned.
This place was filled with rolling stone mountains, very vast, with a gigantic area, but it was submerged by mysterious mists so that the end could not be seen, and the true foundation of the Gu Clan remained unknown.
Immortal mists permeated here, Undying Qi diffused, and powerful auras intertwined with ethereal immortal-family Dao rhythms, making it vastly different.
Unlike the ancestral lands of the other Emperor Clans.
After all, the old ancestor of this clan was overtly just a step away from ascending to the "King Mirror", only to be intercepted.