Chapter 175: Proving the Dao! This Daoist Has Succeeded!
Ti dissolved into nothingness.
Han Lie entered a state of profound taphysical clarity. His consciousness road the spaces between heaven and earth, absorbing the laws of the universe with terrifying speed. Perhaps it was the residual will of Daoist Star-Sucker, an ancient monster of the Nascent Soul realm, but Han Lie’s comprehension defied logic. Even as a transmigrator, he found the depth of this enlightennt staggering.
What is Cultivation?
At its root, it is the desperate clawing for two words: Eternal Life.
But once longevity is secured, the heart yearns for more. So seek absolute power to ascend as immortals. Others seek the limits of mortal pleasure, the joy of lineage and kin. And a rare few seek spiritual transcendence—to beco an existence so free that not even the laws of Ti and Space can bind them.
In this trance, a year flickered by like a dying spark.
Han Lie finally assimilated Daoist Star-Sucker’s lifeti of wisdom. When his consciousness snapped back to reality, the phantom eyes of his soul flashed with a piercing, ancient light. The world looked different now—transparent, solvable. The legacy had not granted him free power, but it had given him sothing far more valuable: the roadmap to conquer the heavens.
His gaze shifted to the sphere of blood floating beside him.
Thrum... Thrum...
The sphere pulsed with golden light, the liquified flesh and blood churning with vibrant, chaotic life.
"Now," Han Lie’s soul whispered, his will hardening like steel. "It is ti to storm the gates of the Nascent Soul."
He took a taphysical breath, steadying his resolve.
"Rise!"
Han Lie’s soul ford a rapid series of seals. The Golden Core, shrouded in a brilliant golden mist, slowly ascended from the center of the blood sphere.
Using the Golden Core as a furnace and his own soul as the fuel, he began the fusion.
Roar!
Torrents of Pure Yang spiritual energy flooded the pocket dinsion. The heat was absolute, boiling the atmosphere until space itself twisted and scread. Under this terrifying pressure, the essence of the Golden Core began to shift.
The condensation of a Nascent Soul is usually a glacial process, a test of patience asured in decades. But here, ti held no aning.
Finally, the last wisp of his soul rged with the Pure Yang fire. Suspended in the void, sitting cross-legged where the Golden Core once was, a miniature, radiant infant of pure energy solidified.
The Nascent Soul had ford.
BOOM!
A shockwave of golden light swept through the secret realm. Han Lie’s aura detonated like a dormant volcano waking in fury.
It was violent. It was euphoric.
In re monts, the suffocating ceiling of the Golden Core Perfection stage shattered. The shackles that held him to mortality snapped.
He had broken through.
"Hahahaha!"
Han Lie threw his head back, his soul roaring with laughter that shook the void.
"I did it! This Daoist has succeeded!"
The grin on his spectral face was uncontrollable. Ten years ago, he was a dying old man, rotting in disgrace, counting his final breaths. Now? In the blink of an eye, the old worm had broken its cocoon and erged as a dragon.
He had transcended the realm of ants. He was now a Nascent Soul powerhouse—a titan of the cultivation world.
"Hahahahaha!"
His laughter was wild, bordering on madness. If his enemies could see him now, they would tremble. The old man they mocked was gone. In his place stood a monster.
Outside - The Buried Immortal Mountain Range
High above the peaks, the silent black vortex suddenly erupted with blinding golden rays. A terrifying pressure, ancient and heavy, washed over the valley below.
In a small teahouse nestled between the cliffs, two won froze.
Xiao Yuruo had purchased this building years ago, turning it into a sanctuary for their vigil.
"Daoist Han?!"
"Brother Lie!!!"
Xiao Yuruo and Bai Ling tore themselves from their ditation and flashed out of the building, staring up at the sky.
"That aura..." Xiao Yuruo exchanged a look with Bai Ling, her voice trembling. "He succeeded?"
Tears of relief welled in their eyes. They had waited in this mountain range for four long years.
"Fairy Xiao," Bai Ling asked, her hands clasped tight. "If Brother Lie has advanced... why hasn't he co out?"
"Patience, Fairy Bai," Xiao Yuruo said, her smile radiant. "His aura is stable. He has crossed the threshold. Now, he must prepare himself. We just need to wait a little longer."
Inside the Secret Realm
It took days for Han Lie’s manic joy to subside. As the adrenaline faded, his focus sharpened.
"Heh. Now for the final step. Forging the vessel."
The Nascent Soul was complete, but it was naked, exposed. He needed a body—not the decaying shell of an old man, but a fortress worthy of his new power.
This was a divine reconstruction. He was building the foundation for his path to immortality. There was no room for error.
Thrum! Thrum!
Han Lie manipulated the Pure Yang flas, wrapping them around the churning sphere of blood and bone fragnts.
"Burn."
He roasted the biological material, purging impurities, tempering the essence.
Under the relentless heat, the bone fragnts began to change. They ceased to be white calcium and transford into sothing translucent and indestructible.
Jade-ification.
For six months, he did nothing but temper the bones. When the 206 skeletal segnts finally coalesced, they glead like supre white jade, humming with power.
Next ca the flesh.
Han Lie wove the muscles and tendons over the jade fra with the precision of a master artist. The ridians were laid out like great rivers, the internal organs placed like stars in a constellation.
A month later, the torso was complete. The skin was a healthy, sun-kissed bronze, the muscles sculpted and dense, radiating explosive strength without appearing bulky.
Han Lie examined the work with a critical eye. "Perfect."
Then, he moved to the head.
He summoned the mory from the depths of his mind—his appearance at thirty years old. It was his pri.
He sculpted the features carefully. Sharp, distinct lines. Thick, sword-like eyebrows. Eyes that held the depth of the ocean. It was a handso face, but it possessed a rugged, masculine edge that the 'pretty boys' of the cultivation world lacked. The jawline was strong, signaling maturity and an iron will.
"Yes. That is it."
Three months of painstaking detail work followed.
Finally, the process ended.
Suspended in the void, a perfect physical specin floated in silence. The skin was flawless, the muscles were coiled springs of violence, and the face was that of a king in his pri.
Han Lie’s Nascent Soul drifted forward and sank into the new vessel.
The eyes of the new body snapped open.
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