Xu Zimo could not control the silvery-white line within his body.
That was unacceptable to him.
Who knew whether it was some terrible omen? With an unstable factor inside his own body, no one could feel at ease.
At that moment, the black-and-white qi transformed from the yin-yang fish surged into his mind.
Xu Zimo was able to comprehend the Great Dao more clearly.
More importantly, he sensed the silvery-white line within his body.
It was breathing.
In other words, that silvery-white line was a living thing.
"Your accumulation to become a Saint King is already sufficient.
"To condense a Dao Fruit and step into the Half-step Dao Fruit realm, you only lack an opportunity."
True Martial Progenitor's voice echoed across the mountaintop.
That voice was vast and majestic.
The clear breeze overhead gathered, as though it were about to converge into a violent storm.
"I will give you this opportunity.
"I will help you attain the Dao Fruit realm, but the path of the Primordial Spirit and the power of rules afterward will depend on yourself."
As True Martial Progenitor spoke, the True Martial Dao Fruit above his head floated out.
A Dao Fruit was not shaped like a fruit.
Rather, it was the embryonic form of one's own Dao.
That embryonic form could take any shape.
At that moment, the True Martial Rule within the True Martial Dao Fruit wound around Xu Zimo's head in strands.
Everyone was like a dragon; everyone was Zhenwu.
True Martial Progenitor stretched out a hand and lightly tapped with his fingertip. A flood-like power poured into Xu Zimo's glabella.
"A Dao Fruit concerns your own power of rules.
"I will open the Gate of Myriad Wonders between heaven and earth for you. Go seek your own Dao Fruit."
As his words fell,