Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1303: The Five Moves Of Destruction

One-tenth of his power? Wu Yuan shook his head, unsure whether to believe the mysterious black-robed figure or dismiss his words as a joke.

Regardless of the truth, one thing remained certain—if this same guardian awaited him in the third realm, the difficulty would undoubtedly surpass what he had faced in the second realm.

In our final exchange, he used four parts of his power. Wu Yuan reflected, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. And even then, I barely managed to overcome him.

After careful consideration, Wu Yuan recognized that passing through the third realm with his current strength would be extremely challenging. Nevertheless, he had to try.

The opportunities in the first and second realms were already remarkable. He mused, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Based on what High Saint Hai Ling and the black-robed man revealed, the true great opportunity must lie within the third realm.

How great could it be? Wu Yuan wasn’t overly concerned. First, he had a hundred million years left, and as the first to enter the third realm, he already possessed a significant advantage. Second, he had the Chaos Nucleus. Once used, it would dramatically accelerate his cultivation efficiency.

Time to explore the third realm. Wu Yuan thought, a mixture of curiosity and excitement bubbling within him.

With a single powerful stride, he crossed the threshold to the third realm. Spacetime shifted around him, colors blending and reforming as he materialized in another world.

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On the fourth passage of Frostheaven Peak, a blue-robed figure stood motionless on the mountain path. True Saint Luan Hai gazed at the jade tablet before him, his brow furrowed in contemplation.

I had assumed my strength would carry me smoothly through the first two realms at least. He muttered in frustration. Yet I was halted at the second realm, and I’m nowhere close to passing that guardian’s test.

If the trial of the second realm is already this difficult, what about the third? True Saint Luan Hai couldn’t even fathom the challenges ahead.

Not long ago, he had battled the black-robed man with every ounce of his power, only to be effortlessly defeated. That dominance and raw strength transcended his imagination.

Patience. There’s still a hundred million years.

The others lag far behind me, and with that black-robed man’s strength, no one will be making it through this realm anytime soon. True Saint Luan Hai reasoned. Moreover, I was the first to engage the guardian.

The first and second realms contain numerous True Saint and Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques. His eyes swept the mountain path. The second realm alone houses over six hundred Dao Zenithel ultimate techniques, plus consciousness realms for tempering. This opportunity is invaluable. I must cultivate with full focus.

This way, even if I fail in the end, my strength will vastly increase. Perhaps I might even forge stronger ultimate techniques of my own.

Though he had created a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique, rendering him nearly invincible among True Saints, such an ultimate technique was merely ordinary among those crafted by actual Dao Zenithels. Looking at the six hundred techniques lining both sides of the mountain path, just about every one outshone his own creations.

Thus, he had great hope of crafting even more formidable techniques.

Suddenly, a gentle voice resonated through his mind: “True Saint Wu Yuan has passed through the second realm and now advances toward the third realm. Continue your diligent efforts.”

Luan Hai’s concentration shattered.

What? Wu Yuan has already made it through the second realm? Shock rippled through him. Didn’t the guardian state that greater potential meant higher difficulty? Logically, Wu Yuan’s trial should have been the most arduous, yet he succeeded?

True Saint Luan Hai struggled to accept this reality. He acknowledged Wu Yuan’s exceptional potential and knew his future strength would likely eclipse his own. But when they clashed tens of thousands of years ago, Luan Hai had maintained absolute superiority. In his estimation, even if Wu Yuan had broken through, crafting a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique in such a brief span seemed implausible.

Could he truly have created a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique in mere tens of thousands of years? Turmoil churned in Luan Hai’s heart.

Such rapid cultivation speed was terrifying.

Of course! He must have utilized the Chaos Jade Crystal. Luan Hai reassured himself, grasping at an explanation. Ten thousand years with the Chaos Jade Crystal equals a trillion years of normal cultivation. That explains it.

Even so, such speed remained astonishing. After taking the fourth step of his self-created Dao, True Saint Luan Hai had required several complete samsara cycles of heaven and earth to craft a single Dao Zenithel ultimate technique.

Don’t rush, calm your mind. On the path of cultivation, obsessing over competition with others yields nothing.

Focus inward. True strength comes from within. True Saint Luan Hai attempted to resume his cultivation and comprehension.

Yet, despite his formidable Dao Heart, the allure of the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure made it nearly impossible for him to regain his composure quickly.

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Wu Yuan has passed through the second realm? True Saint Yin Yu, still trapped in the first realm, received the same notification and violently shook his head, eyes wide with disbelief.

I haven’t even conquered the first realm, yet in mere months, he’s already challenging the third?

I pray the third realm proves difficult enough to impede his progress for a while. With an inward sigh, True Saint Yin Yu immersed himself deeper in cultivation.

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Wu Yuan? True Saint Luo Quan also received the news but maintained greater composure.

Wu Yuan possesses extraordinary potential and is a Dao Master. Perhaps the competition was rigged to make him the winner from the beginning.

I only hope he leaves me sufficient time. Still in the first realm, True Saint Luo Quan cultivated with renewed vigor and determination.

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Haha! True Saint Dong Yi laughed with genuine happiness. Brother Wu Yuan is amazing indeed. It seems he might overcome the third realm’s obstacles in just a few more months.

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Wu Yuan had no idea that the other True Saints knew he had passed through the second realm.

He had already entered the third realm. Here was another mountain path, though not particularly long. At a glance, he could see where it ended. And there, the black-robed figure was lounging casually.

The figure glanced at Wu Yuan, offering a smile, but said nothing.

Wu Yuan didn’t rush forward recklessly. Instead, he turned his attention to five enormous jade tablets lining the left side of the mountain path.

Unlike the thousands displayed in previous realms, the third realm contained only five tablets. Each one was exceptionally massive, dwarfing the Dao Zenithel ultimate technique tablets from the second realm.

These jade tablets… They seem to share the same source. Wu Yuan noticed their special qualities immediately. Follow current novels on novel⸺fire.net

Their auras were remarkably similar.

As Wu Yuan focused slightly on the first jade tablet, an overwhelming force pulled him in.

Not good. Wu Yuan realized the danger too late.

Boom! His consciousness sank in instantly. In the first and second realms, only a small portion of his consciousness had entered the consciousness realms, and even if damaged, it wouldn’t have mattered. His ether body had remained conscious.

But now? Wu Yuan could muster no resistance whatsoever, and in an instant, his entire consciousness was submerged.

His ether body’s eyes closed as if falling into slumber.

At the mountain path’s end, the black-robed man smiled faintly, murmuring to himself. “He’s entered? Junior Brother, I wonder how much of your ultimate technique he’ll be able to inherit. I hope it fulfills your wishes.”

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After a moment, Wu Yuan felt clarity return. He now found himself in a dark spacetime, stretching in all directions without end.

My body? Wu Yuan instantly noticed that his consciousness hadn’t gathered any power, as if he were a pure spirit body. This differed fundamentally from the previous realms.

His attention immediately shifted to a crimson-armored figure beyond endless spacetime. He stood like a towering statue, faintly shrouded in countless streams of five-colored light, emanating saber technique fluctuations. Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Slaughter, Destruction, Life, Death… endless Daos and Laws intertwined, yet they represented merely a fraction of this colossal figure’s aura.

Yet, most heart-stopping were the vast fluctuations emanating from the figure’s body, transcending all Daos and laws.

Those were Primordial fluctuations!

How is this possible? Wu Yuan stared at the figure in shock, his heart surging with tremendous waves of incredulity.

A body like the Primordium itself!

Eternal powerhouses, each having fully comprehended a Great Dao—a fragment of the Primordium—carried traces of Primordial fluctuations. But these were merely tiny sparks, even among Dao Zenithels.

Yet with Wu Yuan’s Dao cultivation level, he could sense that the aura enveloping the crimson-armored figure was so intense it felt as if the Primordial essence itself had descended.

No, it felt like it had transcended the Primordium. What inconceivable existence was this? In a flash of intuition, Wu Yuan realized this figure must be the “Great Leader” High Saint Hai Ling had mentioned.

Only such an incomprehensible being could establish Frostheaven Peak, command countless Dao Zenithels, and forge a great era.

Body like the Primordium? A myriad Daos in one body, transcending the Primordium itself? Profound reverence blossomed in Wu Yuan’s heart.

He stood motionless, overwhelmed by the presence before him.

After what seemed an eternity, a resounding voice filled the void. “Challenger.” The voice reverberated with majesty throughout the endless spacetime. “The fact that you’ve arrived at the Perfect Spacetime indicates you possess the potential to approach my level.”

The Perfect Spacetime? Wu Yuan glanced around, bewildered.

Senior. He attempted to speak but discovered with shock that he could produce no sound. He could only listen.

“My ultimate technique is called Blade of Destruction. How much you comprehend depends entirely on your aptitude,” the resonant voice stated coolly.

Before Wu Yuan could process these words, the towering figure moved. A saber radiating inconceivable power appeared in his palm.

“First move, Samsara!”

The blade ray lit up—a dazzling light slicing through the dark void. Layer upon layer of spacetime realms materialized, with countless beings springing into existence.

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This move? Wu Yuan stood stunned, recognizing shadows of his own ultimate technique within this display.

Endless destruction, and at destruction’s end, samsara.

This move should be at the Peak True Saint level. Wu Yuan immediately assessed.

“Second form, Convergence,” the majestic voice announced.

Another streak of blade ray emerged. It was hazy and indistinct, with countless Daos and Laws intertwining. For trillions of li, spacetime flickered between blinding daylight and absolute darkness.

Between these alternations, spacetime flowed and the five elements cycled unceasingly, as if the universe itself was being reforged.

The towering figure stood as the absolute overlord of this spacetime.

As the blade ray swept through the void, all darkness and light converged into the saber. Everything touched by the blade ray dissolved into nothingness.

This move? Wu Yuan’s shock deepened. He recognized that the intertwining of light and darkness within this display represented far more than simple illumination and shadow.

Light symbolized new life, creation itself. Darkness embodied final calamity, ultimate destruction.

This move perfectly interwove destruction and creation, flawless and complete.

This move must be at the Dao Zenithel level, though its foundation far surpasses mine. Wu Yuan realized. This points directly toward the ultimate end.

If the first move merely surprised Wu Yuan, the second move truly astonished him. It was like a bright lamp illuminating a pitch-black path, instantly revealing the direction his future ultimate technique should take.

Destruction and creation aren’t the pursuit; perfection is! Flawlessness. Wu Yuan realized. Returning to nothingness, returning to the true me—this is the real Limitless Chaos.

Before Wu Yuan could fully process these insights, the towering figure continued.

“Third move, Worldforge.”

A blade ray flashed once more. As it appeared, the dark void was illuminated layer by layer. Rivers of space and time spanning endless spacetime materialized from nothingness.

Each river appeared simultaneously illusory and tangible, as if countless beings were born, lived, and perished within them, completing entire lifetimes. It was mysterious and unfathomable.

In his trance-like state, Wu Yuan glimpsed the vast River of Universes evolving from this single streak of blade ray.

How is this forging a world? He’s clearly forging an entire River of Universes! Wu Yuan stood dazed.

Having previously observed the River of Universes’ operation and perceived its profundities, Wu Yuan recognized this move as a simplified version of the entire River of Universes’ fundamental principles.

The profoundness of this move transcended Wu Yuan’s imagination.

This move must be at Peak Dao Zenithel level. He assessed.

Could the spacetime of the River of Universes have been created by this Great Leader? The speculation arose unbidden in Wu Yuan’s mind, though he immediately suppressed the thought. It shouldn’t be possible.

“Fourth move, Path of Eternity,” the majestic voice proclaimed as yet another blade ray rose.

The forty-eight illusory rivers of space and time suddenly transformed, splitting to form eighty-four distinct rivers. These new rivers intertwined with each other, with the towering figure at their core, forming a perfect, flawless tableau.

Wu Yuan stared, utterly transfixed.

One word resonated in his mind: perfection. This move represented the Dao’s absolute pinnacle; a truly perfect ultimate technique beyond improvement.

From Wu Yuan’s perspective, not a single flaw marred this display. This was undoubtedly the most beautiful scene he had ever witnessed. It shook his very spirit.

Many Perennials, witnessing such a spectacle, would recognize reflections of their own self-created Daos, as if this were the source of countless Daos.

This move, even if not beyond the Dao Zenithel level, must approach its uppermost limit. Wu Yuan thought, eyes wide, striving to commit every detail to memory.

“The fifth move, and also the final move—The Great Dao Knows No End.” The majestic voice resounded again, carrying a subtle note of regret.