Sure enough, what happened next was exactly as Li Wangxian had expected.
He listened to the Great Dao Celestial Music rising from the depths of his bloodline, studied the Sun Divine Laws, and contemplated the Yin and Yang Immortal Seed. His entire being seemed to merge with the Great Dao, possessing an indescribable Dao Nature. He grasped that pulse.
At that moment, the sun resonated with him, pouring down boundless sun saint power that submerged him. He no longer needed to puzzle laboriously over the scripture's meaning; the mysteries of the Sun Scripture revealed themselves, and the remnant scripture filled in its own gaps.
The Great Dao Celestial Music rang out for three full days. During that time, Li Wangxian's essence, energy, and spirit climbed to their highest peak since his birth. Immersed in a wondrous state of Dao enlightenment, his thoughts, perceptions, and Dao Nature all underwent sublimation. The Dao Patterns he had failed to understand in his past cultivation burst like bubbles at a touch.
He advanced by leaps and bounds along the path of cultivation, and his comprehension of the Sun Scripture reached an unprecedented peak. In a faint, elusive way, the Sun Scripture seemed to have been made whole.
This was no illusion. During his cultivation, Li Wangxian truly sensed that flavor of "perfection." He knew that, given a few more months to organize his insights, he should be able to complete the Sun Scripture's Wheel Sea Scroll and Dao Palace Scroll.
Even though his ancestral reversion and transformation had now ended, and the Great Dao Celestial Music no longer resounded, he was confident that he had understood almost everything.
Besides, although the divine laws in his bloodline no longer produced celestial music, the laws themselves remained an excellent reference. Compared with the profound complexity of the Yin and Yang Immortal Seed, the divine laws in his bloodline were undoubtedly easier to contemplate and understand.
Unexpectedly, however, after three months spent poring over the remnant scripture, reading ancient texts, and contemplating the divine laws, Li Wangxian had gradually restored the Sun Scripture's Wheel Sea Scroll and Dao Palace Scroll from their original seventy or eighty percent to over ninety percent, yet he had absolutely no idea how to fill in the remaining tenth.
He clearly should have grasped those mysteries already!
Soon enough, though, Li Wangxian understood why.
"Yes, every Great Emperor revised his own scripture after attaining the Dao. How could a minor cultivator in the Dao Palace Realm like me possibly understand mysteries at the imperial level?"
His ability to repair the remnant scripture this time was entirely due to a combination of factors: the scripture itself was relatively complete, and his ancestral reversion through Emperor Blood shared its source, among other things. Otherwise, he would have needed to reach at least the Dao-Slaying Realm, perhaps even become a Saint, to accomplish this much.
Once he understood this, Li Wangxian stopped dwelling on it. After all, the remaining tenth would not affect his combat strength. Even among those who cultivated a complete imperial scripture, who could comprehend that final tenth of imperial-level mysteries?
At the very least, no one should be able to do so before becoming a Saint.
In fact, at this point, there was nothing wrong with calling these two scrolls of the Sun Scripture complete. In practice, they would absolutely not fall short of those cultivated by practitioners of other imperial scriptures.
Of course, that applied only to these two scrolls.
Li Wangxian emerged from seclusion, sending a seismic shock through the entire Sun God Sect.
His three months of secluded cultivation had caused quite a stir. Leaving aside Father Li and the elders frantically selling off their assets for rare treasures, the commotion at his secluded cultivation site alone had kept the entire Sun Church from knowing peace.
During his ancestral reversion and transformation, Great Dao Celestial Music had resounded, and sun saint power had descended from the heavens to submerge his secluded cultivation site.
After his transformation was complete, as he devoted himself to restoring the Sun Remnant Scripture, Great Dao Celestial Music had also risen from his Dao Palace. The Divine Spirits within it were working alongside him to deduce and develop the Sun Scripture, producing an unbroken stream of wondrous music as the Sun's Dao Patterns spread everywhere. It had continued for three full months, and the entire Sun Church had long since been thrown into an uproar.
"I really did put on one hell of a show without meaning to!"
Sensing the many strands of divine sense reaching from afar, laden with astonishment and shock, Li Wangxian secretly enjoyed himself while marveling at his own foresight.
Before coming out, he had already put on the Longevity Lock and done everything he could to rein in and conceal his divine power and cultivation realm. Otherwise, he feared he would have laid all his cards bare.
After all, the passersby and bystanders in this world were far too widely and deeply knowledgeable. They seemed to know everything, with secrets ranging from Great Emperors down to minor Sea of Bitterness cultivators all at their fingertips. Almost nothing could be kept secret from them.
He did not dare gamble that the Sun Church had no such learned fellow.
Even now, he felt that he had already exposed quite a few of his secrets. After all, with the Great Dao Celestial Music ringing for three months, phenomena such as descending sun saint power, and Father Li and the others' actions, the truth was fairly easy to guess. What else could it be but Emperor Blood undergoing ancestral reversion and transformation?
Could they possibly think he had only now awakened a sun physique?
While Li Wangxian grumbled inwardly, Elder Jiang appeared. He immediately released his divine power to block the probing divine senses, then took Li Wangxian away.
It had been a while since he last saw them, and Li Wangxian did not know whether he was imagining things, but the Sun Church's palaces seemed even more dilapidated...
And why was there only one main hall left? Where had the other palaces gone?
Li Wangxian looked left, then right, and finally confirmed that only the main hall remained. As for the missing ones...
Well, thinking of all the rare treasures he had refined, Li Wangxian decided not to pursue the matter.
Inside the main hall, Father Li, Mother Li, Elder Lin, and Elder Chen—the Sun Church's senior members—had all gathered.
Yes, these few, together with Uncle Jiang, were the last of the Sun Church's core strength.
Among them, only Father Li and Uncle Jiang were Immortal Second Realm Mighty Figures. Elder Lin and Elder Chen had only barely entered the Immortal Platform Realm. Though their cultivation was not high, years of deliberate honing had given each of them a specialty.
Elder Lin, for instance, was skilled in artifact refining and formation laying. He could inscribe Dao patterns for traversing the void and refine Profound Jade Platforms. Such abilities would earn him a comfortable living in any holy land.
Elder Chen, meanwhile, had quite a story of his own. He possessed alchemy that was neither good nor bad, along with Source Arts that were likewise neither good nor bad.
Why call them neither good nor bad? Because he understood both skills without being proficient in either.
His alchemy was all right. At least it met the passing standard and could earn him a little money for materials.
As for finding sources and gambling on stones with his Source Arts, that really did come down mostly to luck. He genuinely had some ability, yet the stones he favored usually turned out mediocre, while those he dismissed would occasionally spring a pleasant surprise on him.
It really left one at a loss.
Still, it was rare for the destitute Sun God Sect to possess such talent. They had all four cultivation arts covered.
But if Li Wangxian's guess was correct, the reason the Sun God Sect had endured for so many years after its decline was that this arrangement had been passed down through the generations, with those less gifted in cultivation assigned to specialize in these four arts.
Thus, relying on the lingering prestige and blessings of the Solar Holy Emperor, and with the Sun Scripture lost, the Sun God Sect had barely managed to preserve its lineage because no one wanted to truly bear the guilt of murdering the Human Emperor's bloodline.
The Taiyin God Sect had not been so fortunate. It had likewise declined, but because it still possessed the legacy of the Taiyin True Scripture, one of the Mother Scriptures of the Human Race, others had coveted it instead, and its entire clan had been slaughtered.
Outsiders could not know just how many schemes and plots lay behind this, but sooner or later, this karmic debt would face a reckoning.
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