"Thank you, Master."
Sensing the imnse power of this Supre Dao Scripture, Zhunti Daoren was filled with awe. What kind of existence could possibly create such a supre Cultivation Technique?
He felt that once his great wish was fulfilled, the heavens and the myriad worlds would be forever changed by the power of that vow.
The power of this desire was nearly omnipotent.
In fact, this Chaos Great Wish Sutra was derived by Gu Chuan, based on the grand vow technique of Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva from his previous life.
Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva's declaration—"Until the hells are empty, I vow not to beco a Buddha"—was earth-shattering and echoed through ti and space.
One could only imagine how much strength and will were carried within those words.
It was precisely due to this terrifying will that Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva possessed unimaginable power. Even among the celestial gods and Buddhas, his might stood at the pinnacle.
Thus, Gu Chuan created the Chaos Great Wish Sutra inspired by such a Grand Wish Technique.
This scripture did not rely on aptitude or resources, but on wisdom and will.
As long as one possessed unshakable willpower and Transcendent wisdom, one could draw upon the infinite power of wishes from all realms and thereby strengthen their Cultivation Base.
The stronger the will, the stronger the power of the great wish.
It was conceivable that if hardworking cultivators practiced this technique in the future, they would all possess Transcendent power.
"I shall also bestow upon you a supre technique—The Great Wisdom Technique. This technique can enlighten all beings, open their minds, and enhance the Six Consciousnesses," Gu Chuan taught another supre technique.
"Thank you, Master."
Zhunti Daoren was overjoyed. He felt the imnse potential of this great wisdom technique. With it, the wisdom of all things in the world could be harmonized—beasts could beco demonic beasts, and even stones or plants could gain life and consciousness.
For beings already possessing wisdom, the Great Wisdom Technique would bring great epiphanies, even enlightennt itself.
"Zhen Yuanzi, you are my sixth disciple."
Gu Chuan looked at Zhen Yuanzi.
"Yes, Master," Zhen Yuanzi replied with cupped hands. Neither joyful nor sorrowful, his expression did not change—but that was his nature. His Dao Heart was so profound it could rival the Daode Tianzun.
"You were born from the Earth and hold the Book of the Earth. You are the son of the Earth and proficient in the Laws of the Earth. I will teach you the Chaos Four Symbols Sealing Sutra, a technique that seals all things and uses the Earth as a prison."
Gu Chuan pointed lightly.
In an instant, Zhen Yuanzi felt the boundless voices of Chaos Demon Gods rushing toward him, transforming into a Scripture of Supre Dao power, as if etched into his very soul.
This Supre Dao Sutra could be read directly by the soul and no god could pry into it. It was a one-of-a-kind inheritance in all the worlds.
"I understand."
Upon sensing the nature of this Cultivation Technique, a glint appeared in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes. Even his normally emotionless heart was stirred. There was no doubt—it was a supre Cultivation Technique, perfectly suited to him.
Once mastered, he could command the Earth's power, mobilize the Five Elents, and seal all ti and space.
If an enemy entered his domain, they would instantly lose their Transcendent power and beco a mortal.
Wherever he stood, all elents and Transcendent power would submit. On Earth, he would be invincible—even the gods would find it difficult to match him.
He could seal his enemies with ease, stripping them of all power.
"Thank you, Master."
Zhen Yuanzi was deeply moved. He knew he had indeed received a supre inheritance, one whose power rivaled that of any god or top disciple.
No matter how strong the enemy's offense, defense, or immortality, if crushed by the Chaos Sealing Technique, it would not matter.
Without his permission, no one could escape.
"Fuxi, you are the seventh disciple."
Gu Chuan turned his gaze toward Fuxi.
"Yes, Master," Fuxi replied with calm composure. He was neither anxious nor impatient, for he knew that his turn would co in due course.
Gu Chuan continued, "You carry the Supre Innate Magic Treasure, the River Chart of Luo, and you possess deep understanding of the Innate Eight Trigrams. In that case, I shall impart to you a supre technique—the Chaos Eight Trigrams. This art can divine the secrets of Chaos, calculating all things and all changes across the universe."
He paused for a mont, then said with a solemn voice, "However, those who dare peer into fate often draw calamity upon themselves. To perceive the destiny of others is to tempt the wrath of Heaven itself. Therefore, I shall bestow upon you another supre technique—the Mystic Calamity Surrogate Technique."
"This technique allows one to forge countless avatars, each capable of absorbing the blows of fate. No matter how many disasters befall you, these avatars can act as substitutes, enduring death in your place. Among all immortal arts, it is one of the most profound and enigmatic."
Boom!
In that instant, Fuxi's body trembled. Countless streams of divine knowledge surged into his sea of consciousness, filling him with sudden and profound enlightennt.
"So this... this is the Chaos Eight Trigrams..."
A gleam of light flashed through Fuxi's eyes. He was overwheld with excitent, as though glimpsing the very fabric of the Dao itself.
Yet he quickly realized that the Chaos Eight Trigrams was vastly more profound than the Innate Eight Trigrams he had once mastered. The gap between them was as great as the heavens and the abyss.
But what truly filled his heart with awe was the Mystic Calamity Surrogate Technique.
Before this mont, he had never imagined that such a technique could exist. A divine art that allowed one to defy the decrees of Heaven itself by creating endless avatars—each capable of dying in place of the true self.
To divine fate is to gamble with one's life. The more you divine, the closer death looms. And if you reveal too much, divine punishnt is inevitable.
That is why many fortune-tellers die tragic deaths.
But now, with this technique, Fuxi could create endless surrogates. Even as he defied the heavens and unraveled the fates of all living beings, his main body could remain untouched.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."
Fuxi bowed deeply. As expected of the Lord of Chaos City, his mastery was boundless, his insight imasurable.
This was not rely teaching—this was cultivating the Dao according to each disciple's path and essence. Every inheritance was perfectly tailored, and every technique stood at the pinnacle of the cosmos.
To beco the disciple of Gu Chuan—the Lord of Chaos City—was indeed the greatest fortune of a lifeti.
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