The dark purple misty figure rotated its body, the simple movent seemingly capable of shaking Zhi Xuan's entire Sea of Consciousness. At the base of the sea of consciousness, the Ancient Devil Monunt trembled, and from between the dragon chains binding it, flowed a small river of red light shaped like runes. The light was not spiritual essence; it was strands of Dao Knowledge.
"Only a sliver of your Supre Law," Zhi Xuan countered, his voice calm and asured, even in the face of the Ancient Devil who once toppled Plains. "I only ask for understanding. Knowledge to forge my cultivation until later to the Five Elent realm."
Zhi Xuan clenched his jaw. He knew he was negotiating with hellfire, but he needed the Law. The Five Elent realm was the gateway to a true foundation. Without guidance that transcended mortal logic, he would struggle to carve his foul and true Dao. And now, he only needed the understanding to move further into Consciousness Transformation and open the Five Elent Gate.
Ruo Xianxue laughed softly, a laugh that sounded like the echo of eternal silence. "Five Elent? That is rely an earthworm's ga, Monkey. I will give you more than just a mortal realm understanding. I will give you the weight of true darkness."
The misty figure raised its graceful hand. From within the shattered Ancient Devil Monunt, the blood-like red runes, which had been flowing slowly along the dragon chains, suddenly shot upwards, forming a mini vortex resembling an Eclipse. The sea of consciousness surged and made Zhi Xuan's knees buckle, as if the darkness was no longer a thod, but a concept.
"The Law of the Nine Heavens Darkness," the figure echoed like the creak of an ancient tree branch in the realm of death. "Is the Supre Law that once led to step upon the peak of the Great Saint."
The mini vortex resembling an Eclipse spun directly above Zhi Xuan's head, radiating an unbearable cosmic weight aura. The Eclipse did not draw light, but rather drew every form of understanding and Law that Zhi Xuan had mastered, as if it was ready to erase the entire foundation of his Heavenly Samsara Wheel and Four Seasons Law.
"What are you doing?!" Zhi Xuan hissed, he knelt, resisting the pressure coming from the Devil Eclipse. The pain was not physical, but the pain of his Dao foundation seemingly being questioned and ready to be extracted.
The vision ca again, a faint mory of the Fall of the Nine Heavens. The Supre Law was a law created by the Great Immortals in the past, which now only remained in fragnts of the Great Law. The Fall of the Nine Heavens, also the Destruction of the Nine Hells. Heaven and Hell fell and were destroyed by the attacks of the Immortals of the Forbidden Plain.
At the bottom of the Three Heavens Jade Refinent Pond, Zhi Xuan's body, bathed in pure jade essence, trembled faintly. Outside, no one could see what was happening in his Sea of Consciousness. Han Jue, Wang Mao, Fei Sheng, and the other geniuses only saw Zhi Xuan subrged in deep ditation, absorbing the essence at an astonishing speed.
Wang Mao clenched his jaw, jealousy and anger consuming him. He had been absorbing the pure jade essence for dozens of breaths, but his absorption speed was not comparable to Zhi Xuan's. He began to force his Divine Wheel to spin faster, forcing his foundation to draw more essence.
"Impossible," Wang Mao muttered, his eyes radiating disbelief. "His foul foundation... how can he absorb the pure essence so quickly? There must be a trick!"
Wang Mao did not know, that every drop of pure jade essence that was supposed to purify Zhi Xuan, was now also strengthening sothing inside his body. In the sea of consciousness, Zhi Xuan staggered and collapsed onto the Sea of Consciousness, his face pale again.
"Hey! Can you... Do not show that again..." Zhi Xuan growled, his breath ragged and he tried to get up with his trembling knees.
"Relax, Monkey," Ruo Xianxue hissed, his voice now feeling closer, as if he had rged with the flow of the Sea of Consciousness itself. The dark purple misty figure floated down, and the Devil Eclipse above Zhi Xuan's head shrunk, condensing into a single dark purple tear suspended before him. "The Law of the Nine Heavens Darkness does not create. It swallows, absorbs, and reverses. The true power of Darkness lies not in its manifestation, but in its absence."
"Wait!" Zhi Xuan, who had risen, slowly stepped back and raised his hand. "No, no. Do not give that. Alright! Alright! Give sothing else."
Zhi Xuan shook his head hard, staring at the dark purple eye. He did not want to try asking for the Supre Law again that almost made him explode in his own Sea of Consciousness. He did not want that to happen and stopped Ruo Xianxue.
The dark purple misty figure paused for a mont, as if contemplating. The ancient wisdom residing in his remaining soul understood that coercion would only destroy the valuable vessel.
"A Scroll?" Ruo Xianxue hissed, his voice returning to a cold, mocking tone. "You want to condescend into a mortal library? Very well, Monkey. Five Elents, you will not grasp with Scrolls. But with the Understanding of Nature."
Above Zhi Xuan's view, an image appeared of a Fiery Red Mountain, an Eternal Ice Abyss, a Lightning Strike Cliff, a Windy Blade Valley, and an Ancient Forbidden Land. These were the remnants of mories of places Ruo Xianxue had once visited, not as a direction for Zhi Xuan, but as an understanding.
Zhi Xuan's Sea of Consciousness was now filled with the manifestation of five ancient elental understandings. The images were carved with an essence so old that they felt like direct imprints of the Laws of Nature. The Fiery Red Mountain radiated an incomprehensible heat, burning Zhi Xuan's understanding of Fire—not rely mortal heat, but the essence of boundless destruction and rebirth.
The Eternal Ice Abyss emitted absolute cold, freezing the concept of Water—not rely liquid, but boundless calmness and a Law that could annihilate life. The Lightning Strike Cliff revealed a chaotic and absolute dance of the Lightning Law, symbolizing the pure Will of Heaven, a power that severed all lower Laws.
The Windy Blade Valley carved the understanding of Wind—not rely a breeze, but an invisible sharpness that could tear Space, and speed that transcended ti. And finally, the Ancient Forbidden Land radiated infinite static weight, carving the concept of Earth—not rely soil, but eternal stability, an absolute foundation that could withstand all Dao clashes.
"The Five Elents are not rely essence, Monkey," Ruo Xianxue echoed, his voice containing absolute wise weight. "They are the Laws that bind Heaven and Earth. The Five Elent realm is your ability to imitate and integrate these ancient Laws. Giving you the authority to borrow the power of Nature."
"This is the understanding of the Five Elent realm," Ruo Xianxue continued again, flicking his misty hand and imdiately the five understanding images faded. "For now, you can focus on forging the Divine Organ first."
Zhi Xuan closed his eyes in the Sea of Consciousness, allowing the five ancient elental understanding images to seep into the foundation of his soul. Although the visuals had faded, the essence of those ancient Laws remained embedded, like pillars strengthening his resolve to step into the Five Elent realm.
He exhaled, the pain from the rejection of the Law of the Nine Heavens Darkness that almost tore his Sea of Consciousness still lingered, but he had gained an invaluable reward. The understanding given by Ruo Xianxue was far more valuable than a thousand scrolls of any mortal technique. It was a direct imprint of the Great Path once trod by a Saint.
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"Thank you, Red Stone," Zhi Xuan said, his voice now filled with a rare sense of respect. He knew, although Ruo Xianxue was a cruel Ancient Devil, he was an unparalleled source of Dao Knowledge in the Lower Realm.
At the bottom of the Three Heavens Jade Refinent Pond, Zhi Xuan's bare-chested body radiated an increasingly thick layer of jade mist, as if he had beco an insatiable vortex. After gaining the ancient understanding of the Five Elents from Ruo Xianxue, Zhi Xuan's focus returned to the urgent task; forging the Earth Spleen.
WHUMPH!
Ruo Xianxue, unhappy with this slow absorption, snorted roughly and began to float towards Zhi Xuan's Heavenly Samsara Wheel, with a gentle flick of his misty finger, and a vine of red thread erged from the Ancient Devil Monunt, ensnaring the Heavenly Samsara Wheel.
The Heavenly Samsara Wheel, which was spinning slowly to absorb the fouled black jade essence, was suddenly forced to spin at a dizzying speed. The red thread vine originating from the Ancient Devil Law acted as a Supre Power Lever, ignoring the mortal Laws of Zhi Xuan's Organs and Sea of Consciousness.
"You are too slow, Monkey!" Ruo Xianxue hissed. "This pure pool is a rare blessing. We will forge it to the limit of destruction, or not at all!"
Excruciating pain imdiately flooded Zhi Xuan's physical body. The forced rotation speed of the Heavenly Samsara Wheel drew the pure jade essence from the pool with brutal aggression, far exceeding the normal absorption limit of Organ Transformation. The jade essence, which had flowed gently on his skin, was now forcibly sucked, creating small whirlpools around his body.
"Co forth. Fulfill, the insatiable desire of the devil."
Zhi Xuan clenched his jaw, the muscles in his body tightened until they almost tore. The pain was so extre, as if soone had inserted a rusty sword into his organs and rotated it at high speed. This was no longer cultivation; this was brutal torture imposed by the Will of the Ancient Devil.
"You will destroy my Organs!" Zhi Xuan hissed in his mind, he held onto the remaining remnants of internal control.
At the bottom of the refinent pool, the small whirlpool around Zhi Xuan imdiately attracted the attention of all the disciples who were cultivating.
Han Jue, sitting cross-legged at the farthest side of the pool, opened his Golden Dragon Law-like eyes. He sensed the Law ripple around Zhi Xuan—not a stable realm advancent ripple, but a brutal violence and unnatural greed. The absorption speed transcended the logic of any Organ Transformation foundation.
"What is happening?" Fei Sheng muttered, who was nearby, his face looking tense. He saw the whirlpool around Zhi Xuan, the pure jade essence seemingly forced to leave the pool to serve the man.
Wang Mao, on the other hand, was no longer sneering. His eyes radiated a deep, hidden fear. He did not see a cultivator; he saw a greedy cultivation predator. His absorption speed seed as if Zhi Xuan was ready to plunder the entire essence of the Three Heavens Jade Refinent Pond.
Above the sky, sothing changed. Black clouds began to clump together like darkness drawn from nature, thunder struck and created a storm vortex in the sky. The clumped black clouds were not an ordinary natural phenonon; it was the Heaven's reflection of the forced ruthlessness in Zhi Xuan's Sea of Consciousness.
The sky of the Thousand Heavens Sect, which should have been pure and calm, was now surging wildly. Thunder struck with a deafening sound, but the storm vortex ford above the Three Heavens Jade Refinent Pond radiated a terrifying Law pressure aura, as if Nature was enraged at the inevitable act of plunder.
Ancient trees around the Refinent Pond began to surge, the whirlpool of purification beca unstable and everything swirled around Zhi Xuan. This, was just like a Heavenly Blessing Phenonon, but this was sothing that violated the Law. As if, the Heavenly Blessing was a disaster that would test.
Not only the new disciples panicked. The Five Elent realm cultivators and even the Consciousness Transformation Elder guarding the plaza were shocked. They had witnessed heavenly blessings, but they had never witnessed such rapid and brutal Law wrath.
The black storm clouds, with the vortex eye spinning directly above Zhi Xuan, radiated a Dao Ruthlessness aura not possessed by pure Natural Law. Fei Sheng imdiately jumped out of the pool, his body drenched in jade essence. His jade fan was stretched out, but he did not know where to direct it. His tense face was filled with confusion.
This was not a realm phenonon; this was a Devil Phenonon that violated all the Laws of Cultivation he knew. Wang Mao, who was near Fei Sheng, shouted, his voice filled with cold fear.
"Heavenly Calamity! That is a Calamity! He has drawn the wrath of the Heaven!" He no longer thought about competition; he thought about survival. His pure foundation, as if, felt threatened by such absolute foulness.
Han Jue, at the farthest side, remained calm. He did not jump out, but his Golden Dragon Law-like aura radiated, forming a transparent shield around him. His sharp eyes observed Zhi Xuan with terrifying intensity, as if he wanted to carve every detail of the destruction that was about to happen.
"Not an ordinary Heavenly Calamity," Han Jue muttered, his voice containing cold weight. "This is a Heavenly Calamity. The Heaven rejects the foulness that absorbs pure essence by force, however this is the Heavenly Thunder Calamity. This is a Phenonon that appears when a cultivator is about to forge all Five Organs simultaneously!"
Han Jue did not move, but every word that ca out of his mouth contained the weight of Law that shook the other geniuses. The Heavenly Thunder Calamity, a phenonon that only appears when a cultivator, usually one born with a pure ancient bloodline, attempts the most impossible path of cultivation; forging all Five Organs simultaneously.
This phenonon is the Heaven's test of a foundation deed too perfect or violating the Law of ti. The Calamity does not co to destroy the foulness, but to test whether the foundation being built is worthy of supporting the perfect Divine Organ Cycle.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Five senior disciple figures, wearing pure white robes radiating a Five Elent aura, imdiately shot from various peaks, gathering at the edge of the plaza. Their eyes radiated shock and vigilance. The Heavenly Thunder Calamity was an anomaly that could only be triggered by a genius trying to violate the Law and obtain a Heavenly Blessing.
"Heavenly Thunder Calamity!" one of the Five Elent senior disciples exclaid. "This Phenonon... is he trying to forge the Perfect Divine Organ Cycle?"
The Perfect Divine Organ Cycle. That was a Cultivation Blessing. Only those with a Pure Ancient Clan foundation, a Pure Bloodline Inheritance, or with an impeccable Divine Essence, dared and were able to take that path. This was the path that made all five Organs resonate with the Divine Wheel, drawing the Thunder Calamity to test their foundation.
In the middle of the Three Heavens Jade Refinent Pond, the small whirlpool around Zhi Xuan had turned into a fierce mini vortex, drawing the pure jade essence with brutal speed. Zhi Xuan's bare-chested body trembled, his muscles tightened as if pulled by a thousand chains.
Jet-black runes began to appear beneath his skin, carving subtle paths towards the Spleen that was being forged. However, the runes did not just stop at the Spleen, they also carved paths to the other four organs—Heart, Lungs, Liver, and Kidneys—as a desperate signal to soothe his Heavenly Samsara Wheel.
"Perfect Organ Cycle..." the senior disciple floating in the air muttered. His face radiated deep shock. "Only disciples from the Nine Ancient Clans dare attempt this!"
Fei Sheng, standing outside the pool, inhaled sharply. He turned towards Han Jue, whose eyes narrowed, processing the information at a terrifying speed.
"Brother Han, is not this a path that can only be trod by... Pure Bloodlines?" Fei Sheng asked, his voice containing doubt.
"Yes," Han Jue replied, his voice hoarse and cold, but there was a terrifying excitent in it. He no longer saw Zhi Xuan as a mud worm, but as an entity that violated all Laws. "The Perfect Cycle requires a spiritual foundation so pure that the Heaven is willing to test it. Zhi Xuan... he is a true Phenonon. His foundation, although foul, is believed by the Heaven to be pure and worthy of the attempt."
BOOM!
The first thunder struck, not above the clouds, but right inside the black vortex above the Refinent Pond. The dark purple thunder, containing the weight of pure Heavenly Law, was ready to strike. Suddenly, two Elders ca and shot forward in an instant, their faces showing shock.
"Heavenly Thunder Calamity! All disciples, move away imdiately!" one of the Elders roared.
However, before the Elder could move further, a much heavier presence arrived. On the highest floating peak, two figures appeared. The first was a Great Elder in black robes with Five Star embroidery, radiating a stable Soul Transformation aura.
Beside him, stood a calm and cultured figure, wearing a dark blue robe with ancient Taoist diagrams embroidered on it: Yan Shen, a True Taoist. His aura, although contained, felt so vast that it made the air around the Refinent Pond heavy.
Yan Shen stepped forward in the air, his peaceful eyes staring at the storm vortex above Zhi Xuan. There was a deep flash of interest, as if he was observing a chess piece that had moved in an unexpected manner.
"Do not interfere, Elder Yuan," Yan Shen said, his voice calm, but every word felt like a decree carved into jade stone. "This is not a disaster, but a Dao test. Let the Heaven determine whether that Dao Heart is ford under a Heavenly Blessing."
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