Chapter 302 - 301: The Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths (5)

Then came Rain.

A silver mist emerged beside the golden radiance, spreading through his consciousness like a gentle drizzle over a parched landscape. The rain carried the principles of nourishment, concealment, and renewal. It could weaken an enemy’s defenses, sustain life, and prepare the world for the birth of something new.

Thunder and Rain revolved around one another.

One destroyed.

The other nourished.

Yet neither could be understood completely without considering the other.

A storm without rain was merely destruction. Rain without the possibility of a storm could never express the full range of its nature. Their relationship was more profound than the simple opposition between Yin and Yang.

Lin Yuan’s comprehension deepened.

He saw the clouds gathering before the storm, the first flash of lightning illuminating the heavens, and the rain falling upon the earth after the thunder had passed. He saw forests reduced to ashes and new shoots emerging from the soil. He saw rivers overflowing their banks, destroying old settlements while nourishing distant plains.

The world was filled with such cycles.

Destruction and creation were not always separate events.

Sometimes, they were two moments within the same process.

Then, the third principle emerged.

Three Rebirths.

Unlike Thunder and Rain, it did not manifest as a distinct form of energy. Instead, it appeared as a profound cycle connecting beginnings, endings, and the transformations between them. Lin Yuan sensed the traces of life returning after death, the consequences of past actions shaping the present, and the countless possibilities hidden within every ending.

The three principles began to converge.

Thunder descended.

Rain fell.

Three Rebirths turned the consequences of destruction toward renewal.

For a brief moment, Lin Yuan perceived a faint, colorless radiance at the center of their intersection.

The Origin.

It was so subtle that even his comprehension could barely grasp it. Yet, he recognized the sensation immediately. It was the same profound quality he had encountered when he first touched the Origin, the same underlying truth that had allowed him to use a single drop of it to unleash power far beyond what his cultivation should have permitted.

His Primordial Spirit trembled.

The three principles had found their point of convergence.

But Lin Yuan did not stop there.

He remembered Ku Ming’s warning.

Do not force the Origin into the fruit.

Instead, he allowed the faint radiance to remain at the center of the three principles, neither enlarging it nor attempting to control it. He focused on the relationship between Thunder, Rain, and Three Rebirths, allowing his comprehension to determine their arrangement.

Gradually, the scattered strands of understanding began to compress.

The golden lightning folded inward.

The silver rain gathered into a luminous stream.

The cycle of Three Rebirths surrounded them, connecting their movements into a continuous structure.

Within Lin Yuan’s consciousness, a small, tri-colored sphere began to take shape.

At first, it was unstable. Its surface flickered between golden, silver, and crimson, while the three principles struggled to settle into a harmonious arrangement. Each time one principle expanded too aggressively, the other two responded, creating ripples that threatened to destabilize the entire structure.

Lin Yuan’s Primordial Spirit remained motionless.

He did not suppress the fluctuations through brute force. Instead, he examined the source of each disturbance and adjusted his comprehension accordingly.

Thunder did not need to overpower Rain.

Rain did not need to extinguish Thunder.

Three Rebirths did not need to control either of them.

They needed to coexist.

A river does not fight the mountains that guide its course, nor does the mountain attempt to swallow the river. One provides direction, while the other gives the landscape movement and life. Together, they shape the world.

Lin Yuan applied the same principle to his Merged Dao.

The three principles gradually settled.

The sphere became more stable, its surface smoothing as the fluctuations diminished. A faint, translucent layer appeared around it, and the colorless radiance at its center became slightly more distinct.

It was still only a trace of the Origin.

Yet, that trace gave the forming fruit a quality that ordinary Dao Fruits could not easily replicate.

It was not merely a vessel containing three Daos.

It was a crystallization of their intersection.

At that moment, Lin Yuan felt the ancient laws of the Sacred Grounds respond to his comprehension.

The air around him grew heavier.

The violet leaves of the distant forest began to tremble, and countless strands of spiritual Qi gathered toward his body. The surrounding space rippled as the laws governing Thunder, Rain, and Rebirth resonated with the structure taking shape within his Primordial Spirit.

The cultivators scattered across the jade plaza turned their heads.

"What is happening?"

A middle-aged cultivator who had been meditating opened his eyes, his expression changing as he sensed the sudden disturbance in the surrounding laws.

"Someone is attempting to form a Dao Fruit!"

Another cultivator immediately stood up.

"Impossible. The Sacred Grounds have only just received a new arrival. Who could have reached that stage so quickly?"

Their attention converged upon Lin Yuan.

Ku Ming’s expression grew solemn, but there was also a trace of anticipation in his golden eyes.

"He has begun."

Bai Qingyue stood beside Lin Yuan, watching the gathering of spiritual Qi with a calm expression. The Heaven and Earth Luck surrounding her began to shimmer faintly, responding to the changes in her husband’s Dao.

She knew better than anyone how extraordinary his comprehension was.

Yet, even she could not predict what would emerge from this breakthrough.

Within Lin Yuan’s consciousness, the tri-colored sphere continued to stabilize.

He could feel the immense pressure exerted by the ancient laws. They were not resisting him, but neither were they simply yielding. Instead, they were providing the stable foundation necessary for his comprehension to take tangible form.

The difference was subtle, yet important.

The Sacred Grounds could provide the environment.

They could support the formation.

But they could not grant him the understanding he lacked.

That final step belonged to him alone.

Lin Yuan’s Dao Heart remained steady.

He thought of the countless battles he had fought, the principles he had comprehended, and the moments when his understanding had advanced through seemingly impossible circumstances. He remembered the first time he had sensed the connection between Thunder and Rain, the moment he had touched the cycle of Three Rebirths, and the faint Origin radiance that had appeared whenever those principles converged.

Each experience had become part of his foundation.

None of them could be replaced by external treasures.

None could be obtained simply by accumulating more energy.

They were the result of his own journey.

And now, that journey was bearing fruit.

The sphere suddenly stopped rotating.

For one brief instant, the entire structure became perfectly still.

Then, a profound pulse spread through Lin Yuan’s Primordial Spirit.

Boom!