Chapter 303 - 302: The Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths (6)

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

Boom!

The sound did not travel through the air. It resonated directly within the depths of his consciousness, as though a tiny universe had completed its formation.

The tri-colored sphere expanded slightly, revealing a crystalline surface covered in intricate patterns. Golden lightning flowed across one side, silver rain shimmered across another, and crimson currents revolved around the entire structure, binding the three principles together.

At its center, a faint, colorless light flickered.

It was the trace of the Origin that had emerged naturally from their intersection.

Lin Yuan felt an indescribable clarity spread through his mind.

His understanding of Thunder became deeper.

His comprehension of Rain became more complete.

The principles of Three Rebirths, which had previously appeared as an endless cycle of transformation, now possessed a clearer structure within his perception.

Most importantly, the relationship between the three principles had become tangible.

He no longer needed to rely solely on his Primordial Spirit to maintain their intersection. The Dao Fruit itself had become a stable crystallization of that understanding.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Yuan’s face.

He had succeeded.

The first Dao Fruit of his Merged Dao had taken shape.

Yet, the breakthrough did not end there.

The moment the fruit stabilized, the ancient laws surrounding him resonated once more. The spiritual Qi gathered around his body surged inward, nourishing the newly formed structure. The fruit’s crystalline surface brightened, and the patterns of Thunder, Rain, and Three Rebirths became increasingly distinct.

The faint Origin radiance at its center flickered again.

This time, it did not disappear.

Instead, it settled into the fruit, becoming a permanent trace of the deeper principle that connected the three Daos.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

His deep purple pupils reflected three colors, and the space around him trembled faintly as his Dao Intent spread outward. For a brief moment, the cultivators across the jade plaza felt an unfamiliar sensation, as though the laws governing the world had shifted ever so slightly.

The pressure vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

But the impact remained.

Lin Yuan had formed a Dao Fruit.

And unlike an ordinary fruit formed from a single Dao, his was born from the intersection of Thunder, Rain, and Three Rebirths, with a faint trace of the Origin at its core.

It was only as the final echoes of the breakthrough settled that Lin Yuan became fully aware of just how strange his sense of time had grown during the process. Within his own perception, the entire meditation had lasted only a handful of hours, a quiet, focused stretch of concentration broken only by the gradual, layered unfolding of his comprehension.

But the ancient laws of the Sacred Grounds did not flow at the same pace as the world beyond its borders. He could feel it now, in the subtle changes to his own Primordial Spirit, in the deepened maturity of his understanding that no mere handful of hours could have produced. Years of genuine cultivation time had passed within this isolated stretch of ancient land, compressed and folded until they felt, from the inside, like nothing more than a long, undisturbed afternoon.

Outside the boundary of the Sacred Grounds, he knew, only a matter of days would have passed in the wider world, the war against the Hollow Beyond still raging at roughly the same pace it had been when he first arrived.

Yet here, cultivators who had entered alongside him would emerge having aged in power by years, their foundations deepened, their comprehension sharpened by a pace of growth the outside world could never hope to match. It was, Lin Yuan reflected, a strange and precious kind of mercy, a furnace that let a single afternoon forge what should have taken a lifetime.

Ku Ming slowly brought his palms together.

"Amitabha Buddha. The fruit has taken shape, and the three principles have found their harmony."

He regarded Lin Yuan with profound respect.

"Almsgiver Lin, many cultivators spend their entire lives pursuing a single Dao Fruit, yet you have chosen a path that unites three principles into one. Whether this path will eventually lead you to the Origin itself remains to be seen. But there is no doubt that you have taken a step beyond the ordinary boundaries of Dao Fruit cultivation."

Lin Yuan rose to his feet and looked at his right hand.

A tiny tri-colored sphere appeared above his palm, rotating slowly. It was beautiful, yet its presence carried an inexplicable sense of depth. Within its crystalline surface, lightning flashed, rain flowed, and the cycle of rebirth continued without end.

He could feel the fruit resonating with his Primordial Spirit.

It was not a separate existence, nor was it merely an external weapon.

It was an extension of his understanding.

Bai Qingyue approached him and smiled, the serene radiance of her own extended cultivation within the Sacred Grounds still lingering faintly about her.

"Congratulations, Yuan."

Lin Yuan turned toward her, his expression softening.

"Thank you, Qingyue. This is only the beginning."

He closed his fingers, and the Dao Fruit dissolved into a stream of golden, silver, and crimson light before merging into his Primordial Spirit.

"The Dao is endless, and the Origin is beyond measure. One fruit cannot contain the myriad ways, but it can serve as the foundation for the next step."

His gaze shifted toward the distant violet forest, where the ancient laws continued to flow without interruption, indifferent to the strange, compressed years that had just passed within them.

"The Sacred Grounds have given me the opportunity to take this step. I will use the time here to deepen my comprehension, strengthen my foundation, and discover how far this Merged Dao can go."

Ku Ming nodded approvingly.

"Then this poor monk shall look forward to witnessing your next breakthrough."

Lin Yuan smiled faintly.

The path ahead remained long, and the Hollow Beyond still threatened the Nine Provinces. Powerful Demon Kings and ancient Demon Lords waited beyond the fractured boundary, while the true mysteries of the Origin remained hidden.

But Lin Yuan had never believed that the road to immortality would be easy.

He had come to the Sacred Grounds to strengthen himself, to protect Bai Qingyue, and to prepare for the war that awaited them.

Now, he had taken another step forward.

The Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths within the Thunder Rain Dao had been formed.

And with it, Lin Yuan’s path toward the Origin had become clearer than ever before.