The twelve Heavenly passage blazed in unison, radiant as the sun and moon reigning in the sky, their dazzling brilliance enveloping the entire purple bamboo grove.
Lin Fan stood at their center, his presence akin to a divine being. In his gentler moments, he was like the moonlight casting a serene glow, tranquil and sacred. In his might, he shone like a fierce sun, blinding and overwhelming, suppressing the heavens and earth with awe-inspiring power!
Such a spectacle was staggering, unprecedented in the world. Never before had anyone heard of a cultivator reaching such an unimaginable state in the Heavenly Passage Realm—twelve Heavenly Passage!
Ten Heavenly passages shimmered outside his body, while two resided within, yet they intertwined seamlessly, as if linked by an invisible thread, mysterious and formidable.
"Truly astonishing," Qing Yao marveled, her voice tinged with awe. "To evolve to this extent in the Heavenly Passage Realm, surpassing the ancients—it's no less remarkable than uniting the heavenly passage into one!"
Lin Fan's dark hair cascaded freely, his eyes clear and bright, his body crystalline and luminous. He felt unparalleled in this moment, brimming with power, his spirit crystal-clear.
The process had been perilous, teetering on the brink of annihilation several times, but he had endured. The Supreme Bone in his chest had been instrumental, ceaselessly channeling secret energy to heal him, preventing his collapse.
Perhaps keeping this bone for now isn't a bad idea, he mused. Its aid in the early stages of cultivation is immense.
"Are you going to continue?" Qing Yao asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. This young prodigy never ceased to surprise her—perhaps he could forge a legend.
"Absolutely," Lin Fan declared resolutely. "I have one final step to take—uniting the Heavenly passage into one!"
"Very well." Qing Yao began adding more treasures to the golden cauldron—precious herbs, divine spring water—an extravagant display that left one speechless.
Even Lin Fan couldn't help but sigh. Ordinary cultivators could never access such abundant resources. Joining a great sect and meeting Qing Yao was my fortune.
Of course, he hadn't forgotten his original intent—to infiltrate and learn secretly. But the generosity he'd received was so overwhelming that he was starting to lose himself, reluctant to leave.
Dao Master, don't blame me, he thought with a wry smile. I'm just trying to conserve resources for our rundown sect. Once I've made my mark in the Heaven Mending Sect, I'll return—no harm done!
Seated within the cauldron, Lin Fan reflected on his recent insights, combining them with his current state. The path ahead grew ever clearer.
Boom!
In a shocking move, Lin Fan set the ten external Heavenly passage ablaze, allowing them to collide and shatter. It was a mad act, no less dangerous than opening a Primordial Spirit Heavenly Passage. A single misstep could mean self-destruction.
"If opening a Heavenly Passage is the birth of a world," he murmured, "then destroying one is its death…"
"One yin, one yang—life and death. All things in existence are relative. If the Five Elements give rise to all creation, then life and death govern everything in the heavens and earth."
Lin Fan spoke softly, following the call of his heart, walking his chosen path.
This understanding wasn't new—it had long taken root in his mind, now resurfacing with greater clarity. His Supreme Bone, born of innate life, embodied creation, yet at its extreme, it heralded death, bringing all things to an end before sparking rebirth.
It was the way of the world—individuals, from the smallest creatures to the vast cosmos, cycled endlessly between birth and death.
Destroying the Heavenly Passage was treacherous. He had experimented on ferocious beasts in the Spirit Realm, and some hadn't survived, perishing on the spot.
But Lin Fan was unafraid. He knew his purpose and harbored no regrets.
Cultivation was defiance of the heavens. Without fearless resolve and the courage to forge ahead, how could one hope to transcend the world and achieve detachment?
Crack!
The ten heavenly passage fractured, dense cracks and fragments spreading across them, half-destroyed.
Pfft!
Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his body grievously wounded, his vital energy depleted, his divine essence draining rapidly.
Fortunately, the crystalline liquid in the cauldron nourished him, its misty vapors rising like an immortal land, preserving his flesh from ruin.
During this critical moment, Qing Yao added a single drop of True Phoenix Blood to the cauldron. It erupted into blazing flames, lending him vital strength.
Within the cauldron, Lin Fan almost resembled a young phoenix undergoing nirvana, breaking through his former self.
The destruction of the Heavenly Passages continued, this time sacrificing the Physical Cave Heaven and the Primordial Spirit Cave Heaven.
Lin Fan sought to merge the external and internal Heavenly Passage into a singular whole, forging them together in a unified sacrifice.
It's like the dantian, he thought. How can it be split between inside and outside?
Crunch!
His body shuddered under the strain, the sound of breaking bones echoing as blood seeped from every pore, transforming him into a figure of blood.
"With yin and yang as the eyes, the external Heavenly Passage as the frame…" Lin Fan whispered, channeling runes to connect the shattered ten Heavenly Passage with the two within.
He envisioned the Physical Heavenly Passage as "yang" and the Primordial Spirit Heavenly Passage as "yin," uniting them with the ten external Heavenly Passage to manifest a profound truth—a singular Heavenly Passage ring of Life and Death!
Like the Taiji diagram's yin-yang poles, they would blend seamlessly, each containing the other, achieving a wondrous balance.
This was his path: to glimpse death within life, to birth renewal from destruction, cycling endlessly, eternal and unyielding!
Whether opening the Physical Hevenly Passage or the Primordial Spirit Heavenly Passage, every step had been preparation for this ultimate leap.
Uniting the Heavenly Passage might be the pinnacle of the Heavenly Passage Realm, but each cultivator's journey, purpose, and path differed.
"Unite… as one!"
Lin Fan gritted his teeth, persevering as he wove the passages together, restructuring them toward his envisioned goal.
Qing Yao watched, her heart pounding with both awe and apprehension.
It was hard to fathom—a child so young, with a will stronger than most ancient sages, daring to challenge the impossible and surpass the ancients. Even she felt humbled.
He's so much like you… she thought, a wistful sigh escaping her. Did you, too, grow stronger through countless brushes with death?
Hum!
Using the runes of his Supreme Bone and the insights from the Original True Solution as a needle and thread, Lin Fan stitched the fragmented Heavenly Passage together.
His body glowed faintly, his spirit burning like fire, forging and tempering, recreating the Heavenly Passage.
Boom!
A deafening roar shook the heavens. A vast Heavenly Passage radiated light, emitting black and white beams like twin immortal swords, dazzling and blinding.
From afar, it looks as if a universe bloomed, birthing anew, yet simultaneously withered, collapsing into ruin—a paradox of wonder.
The ten external Heavenly Passages had vanished, merged with the internal ones, forming a "yin-yang" type Dao diagram, black and white distinctly yet harmoniously blended.
Faintly, wisps of chaotic qi emerged, unifying all into one, a marvel beyond compare.
Lin Fan opened his eyes, exhilaration surging within. He had succeeded, reaching an unrivaled peak in the Heavenly Passage Realm!
"Congratulations on your successful baptism," Qing Yao said, stepping forward with a warm smile.
"Thanks to you, beautiful sister," Lin Fan replied earnestly. "Without your resources—the precious herbs, the True Blood of the Archaic Vicious Ten—I couldn't have done it."
"Resources are merely tools," Qing Yao said, her smile radiant, like a fairy stepping out of a painting, peerlessly elegant. "Your talent is what matters."
She produced a robe, letting it drift toward him. "Put this on."
"Oh…" Lin Fan felt a chill below, his face flushing crimson. I burned my clothes in the process and stood bare before her!
How mortifying, how utterly mortifying!
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