A Dao Artifact Forged, Completed After a Hundred Years!
At the summit of Lightning Mountain Sacred Mountain, thunderclouds hung heavy as iron.
Blazing white lightning tore through the dark sky, piercing down from a thousand feet above and converging in the ancient cave, condensing into the essence of thunder.
The restriction hummed, and arcs of electricity surged and flowed along the profound Dao patterns, finally converging into the quiet chamber deep within the core.
The room was quiet and silent.
Shi Jian sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, his white robe billowing without wind.
Since returning from the Dao Realm and entrusting the clan's assets to Shi Lei, he has been sitting in this cave abode for a full century.
A hundred years is but a brief moment, a blink of an eye, for a Spirit Transformation whose lifespan extends to ten thousand years.
But within Shi Jian's body, the world had already been turned upside down.
Within the Dantian, the vast universe stretches out in all directions.
Three majestic altars, forged from Orthodox God thunder, stand in three directions:
[Purple Pivot Lightning] is heavy and steady, suppressing the body's Qi and Blood, and meridians; [Purple Firmament Lightning] is incomparably sharp, tempering bones and spirit; [Righteous Yang Lightning] is like the sun in the sky, driving away all yin and evil Sha Qi.
At the very center of the three altars, a blazing, dazzling golden-white light was slowly rotating.
The Fourth Foundation of Divine Firmament -- [Radiant Yang Lightning]!
This Immortal Foundation represents the ultimate yang light of the great sun breaking through the dawn and the reshaping power of life and death transformation; it is the thunder of life force.
At this moment, the originally ethereal and ethereal platform of light has solidified to nearly forty percent.
Each golden-white lightning pattern was imprinted on the platform, causing Shi Jian's entire body, flesh and bone marrow, to tremble and resonate, bursting forth with a breathtakingly vast vitality.
However, Shi Jian's expression turned serious.
Too slow.
A century has passed, and all efforts have been devoted; even the resources plundered from the Spirit Race have been refined and devoured, yet only forty percent has been condensed.
As one progresses further, the difficulty increases exponentially with each step of refining the Dao foundation, and the required resources of heaven and earth, as well as pure Yang thunder essence, increase exponentially.
Based on the current deduction, if one simply follows the steps, absorbing and expelling the natural Lei Bao of Lightning Mountain Sacred Mountain, it would be impossible to completely cultivate this fourth Immortal Foundation foundation to perfection and open the door to the Perfected Spirit Transformation.
At least several hundred years of arduous struggle will be needed.
As for reaching the Five-Foundation Extreme Realm, that's even more distant; perhaps it will take a thousand years, after all, he's not like the White Deer of the Spirit Race.
He possesses the entire imperial clan, who protect him and draw upon the wisdom of all living beings to pave the way.
The most serious problem right now is that he's completely broke.
After a century of seclusion, he had almost exhausted his high-level cultivation resources; those Death Fiend Crystals and fourth- and fifth-grade top-quality Thunder Crystals that would make ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator go bankrupt to fight for.
Now all that remains is a pile of lifeless, grayish-white stones, stacked in the corner of the quiet room.
"The foundation of a great clan is truly built up with massive amounts of resources."
Shi Jian slowly opened his eyes, golden-white lightning flashing deep within his pupils, transforming into a deep purple-gold halo, displaying his overwhelming power.
As one progresses through the highest levels of cultivation, talent becomes increasingly important.
But endless treasures and top-tier Blessed Land are the fuel that enables cultivators to cross insurmountable barriers; although the Giant Bear Clan is one of the six royal clans of the Beast Realm, it has only existed for a few hundred years.
Even though his territory spans hundreds of millions of miles and encompasses countless treasure lands, the high-level Dao of Lightning treasures within his clan, which primarily cultivate Barbarian Bone and Thick Earth, are ultimately limited and suitable for his divine Divine Firmament Lightning Bear form.
Although Divine Firmament Plain is good, it is still just a fiefdom of a local lord, which is not enough to support a true dragon to soar through the nine heavens; moreover, its foundation is somewhat shallow. Now it has only built a framework and is still missing a large piece of flesh and blood to fill the gap.
Just as he was pondering this, a warm, smooth white jade talisman in his arms suddenly began to tremble violently.
Buzz--
An ancient and majestic divine thought pierced through the many restrictions of the sacred mountain and resounded loudly in Shi Jian's sea of consciousness:
"The Thunder Embryo is complete; proceed quickly to the Barbarian Bone Sacred Mountain."
Its voice was none other than that of the Ancestor Egu!
Shi Jian's expression hardened slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
After a century of waiting, the Ancestor Egu has finally completed the tempering of the Fate Dao artifact entrusted to him. The century-long wait has come to an end today.
Without the slightest hesitation, Shi Jian stood up.
With a flick of his sleeve, the heavy, imposing stone door of the quiet room rose with a roar.
A violent gale swept towards him, causing his white robe to flutter wildly.
With a single step, thunder roared through the void, and Shi Jian's figure instantly transformed into a purple-gold lightning bolt that tore through the heavens and earth, piercing the sky and hurtling towards the Barbarian Bone Sacred Mountain with lightning speed!
The Barbarian Bone Sacred Mountain, a towering peak.
Inside the gray-white bone hall, Sha Qi surged, and the scorching earth vein fire and the chilling Death Dao winds intertwined and howled on both sides of the hall, like the roar of Gods and Devils.
The entire space above the hall was completely sealed off by some invisible, immense force, so that not even a speck of dust could cross it.
Shi Jian stepped into the main hall and bowed deeply:
"Junior Shi Jian pays respects to the venerable ancestor."
On the white bone altar in the very center of the hall, the Ancestor Egu still looked like a withered old man, but now his sunken eye sockets revealed a hint of weariness that was hard to conceal.
Even for Dao Venerable Supreme, forging a Dao Artifact with their own Daoist True Fire over a hundred years, fusing several rules, is by no means an easy task.
"Get up."
The Ancestor Egu raised his hand, his voice hoarse yet carrying a rare hint of pleasure, "You brat, you've really given this old man a huge problem."
"The Extreme Realm killing intent of the Human Race, the ten-thousand-year-old dead sea marrow of the Giant Lizard Clan, plus that violent and sinister Life-Extinguishing Nether Lightning..."
"Anyone in the Nine Realms, even ordinary weapon masters, or even those old fogies from the Hidden Sword Dao Palace in the Human Realm, would never dare to fuse these things into one."
Shi Jian, with a solemn expression, clasped his hands and said, "It's all thanks to the Ancestor's mastery of creation."
The Ancestor Egu curled his lips, and his withered hand suddenly grabbed out from the air!
Boom--!
A colossal cauldron slowly emerged, and the White Bone Earthly Sha Furnace burst open with a deafening roar, unleashing towering black and red flames!
The entire Barbarian Bone Sacred Mountain trembled violently in that instant, and a chilling aura of annihilation, accompanied by sharp and ear-piercing Lei Ming, erupted fiercely from the core of the furnace!
The void, as fragile as a thin sheet of paper, was torn to shreds.
Surrounded by a sky full of black flames and blazing white lightning, a long spear, as black as ink, slowly rose from the depths of the sea of fire!
The spear was twelve feet long, and its shaft was neither made of gold nor wood, but was forged from ten-thousand-year-old Netherworld Jade, mixed with the true essence that the Dao Venerable had shed.
Furthermore, a portion of the Dao Venerable's remains were incorporated into it.
This part of the remains was a spoil of war from the Ancestor Egu when he annihilated Returning to Stillness Dao Venerable. Now, in order to help Shi Jian forge weapons, that part of the remains has been incorporated into it.
The gun body is naturally interwoven with dense and intricate dark patterns. Upon closer inspection, it appears as if thousands of miniature black dragons are running and roaring under the skin of the gun!
What is most captivating is that sharp spear tip, which is over three feet long.
The spearhead was not sharpened, but its edge was wrapped with an extremely thin, condensed dark red line of blood.
It was forged from the supreme "Immortal Slayer Slaying" Daoist essence contained within the Human Race's gray sword, and then stripped away from it!
At the core of the spear, a deep, bottomless arc of pure black electricity flickered and pulsed, mercilessly devouring and annihilating the vitality, light, and even the flowing Spiritual Qi around the hall.
Life-Extinguishing Nether Lightning!
Yin gives rise to evil, and death Dharma Breaking!
The entire black spear hovered in mid-air. Even without being activated, the destructive aura it naturally exuded caused the space to continuously collapse and recombine, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.
"What a deadly weapon..."
Shi Jian looked up at the suspended demonic spear, his mind trembling violently. The Dao of Lightning will hidden within him almost burst forth, creating a violent resonance that connected his very bones and flesh!
"I have melted down all the Death Dao treasures you seized, and even lost three sections of myself. These are the remains of my Dao Venerable from my early years, with the power of the Barbarian Bone Dao as my bones and the Life-Extinguishing Nether Lightning as my soul."
"Using the Human Race's Killing Sword as its edge and the remains of the Returning to Stillness Dao Venerable as its ribs, we combined the Daoist principles of flesh, lightning, and death to forge this weapon."
The Ancestor Egu stared at the black spear, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes. "This spear has reached the pinnacle of Dao Artifact. If you hadn't yet attained the Spirit Transformation Extreme Stage and hadn't infused your body with the power of the Great Dao, it could have directly leaped to the level of Half-Step Dao Weapon!"
"But it doesn't matter. If one day in the future you truly ascend to the Dao Venerable, you can draw upon the power of your attainment to nourish the spear."
"These are all true, and they can also improve the ranks of the Dao Weapon."