After a full half day, Yuan Ming slowly opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashing in his gaze.

This Five Elements Dao Fruit Divine Power was far deeper and more profound than he had previously imagined.

During cultivation, one must separately refine the Dao Fruits of Wood, Fire, Earth, Gold, and Water, each containing the ultimate power of the Five Elements Divine Technique.

He immersed himself in cultivation, feeling how the process of refining each Dao Fruit was entirely different from ordinary divine skills.

Ordinary divine skills require constant insight to increase proficiency, whereas the elevation of the Five Elements Dao Fruit requires the nourishment of massive amounts of Five Elements Spiritual Power, a process somewhat akin to refining a Magic Treasure, requiring meticulous polishing to achieve success.

Yuan Ming did not worry about the source of Spiritual Power, as he knew well that the World Tree itself contained a vast amount of Five Elements Spiritual Power, enough to support his cultivation of the Five Elements Dao Fruit.

However, merely absorbing Five Elements Spiritual Power was not enough to refine the essence of the Dao Fruit; he also needed to perfectly merge the corresponding Five Elements True Intent with the Dao Fruit.

The potency of the Five Elements Dao Fruit is determined by the True Meaning of Dao infused within it.

The stronger the True Intent integrated, the more astonishing the power of the cultivated Five Elements Dao Fruit.

Yuan Ming understood this well, thus he placed great emphasis on understanding and integrating True Intent during cultivation.

"This Five Elements Dao Fruit is indeed well-suited for your cultivation." Xi Ying's voice sounded from the side, with a hint of admiration in the tone.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming sighed with some regret: "The only pity is that the Five Elements Dao Fruit cannot be swiftly refined through the Stealing Heaven Tripod by possessing others."

At this moment, Senior Kong's voice also came through: "Young one, when you climb to the absolute peak, you are the summit. As you climb higher and higher, you'll find that there are fewer and fewer to learn from, until in the end, you need to stand out and forge a new path."

Yuan Ming naturally understood this logic, nodded, and put away the Five Elements Talisman.

He let Xi Ying continue to recuperate within the Stealing Heaven Tripod, honing Mana, preparing to break through to the Dharma manifestation Stage, then left the Stealing Heaven Tripod Space and returned beneath the World Tree.

Yuan Ming closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, simultaneously drawing Spiritual Energy from the World Tree to enhance his Mana while beginning to channel Five Elements Spiritual Power to refine the Five Elements Dao Fruit.

Before long, his mind was fully immersed in cultivation, as if he had merged with the entire world.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Chuyun Realm, some changes were also occurring on South Sea Changqing Island.

This island, lush and verdant, densely covered with mountains and forests, was shrouded in smoke, and the Spiritual Energy was so dense it was almost condensing into Spiritual Dew.

In the middle of the island's massive blue lake, there was a Lake Heart Island, where stood a solitary ancient banyan tree.

The banyan tree was extraordinarily large, occupying half of the island with its trunk, and its crown sheltered the entire island.

From afar, one could only see a tree in the lake, not an island in the lake.

Beneath this giant banyan tree was a small desk, upon which a three-legged brass incense burner with beast patterns emitted a spiraling smoke and a faint fragrance.

Sitting on the cushion behind the desk was an elderly Taoist in a green robe, slender, with sharp features — it was Daoist Mu.

He meditated with closed eyes, his expression as calm as water.

After receiving a message from his clone, he pondered for a while and slowly revealed a relieved smile.

"It seems the outcome is not bad..." he murmured softly, as if speaking words of comfort to himself, or perhaps filled with expectations and confidence for the future.

...

At the same time, within the Heavenly Saint Academy, stood a grand hall, red as fire.

This hall resembled a gigantic furnace, extremely hot, and the void seemed to distort under its scorching heat.

Stepping inside felt like being in a sea of flames, the rolling heat almost unbearable.

Within the hall, a middle-aged man in a blue robe and Confucian attire stood quietly before a desk.

His features were refined and elegant, with an aura of otherworldly grace, like a literary scholar emerging from a painting.

This person was the renowned Fiery Sun Body Body Cultivation expert in the Heavenly Saint Academy — True Monarch Tianjing.

Behind the desk was a row of plaques arranged in neat rows, inscribed with the names of the Great Scholars throughout the academy's history.

These plaques exuded an archaic aura, seemingly narrating the academy's long history and glorious past.

On the highest plaque, only the words "Heaven and Earth" were inscribed, the vigorous script emanating an indescribable majesty and profundity.

True Monarch Tianjing held a stick of incense, performed a respectful bow, and then slowly withdrew from the hall.

He came to the plaza outside, standing by the railing, gazing into the distance.

Though not as intensely hot as inside the hall, it still felt sweltering and stifling.

The plaza was enclosed on all sides, as if the entire square was enveloped within a massive structure.

At that moment, True Monarch Tianjing's expression suddenly shifted, an unusual gleam appearing in his eyes.

In the depths of his pupils, a small Array seemed to condense, with golden light flowing within.

He was conducting a remote dialogue with someone, seemingly receiving some crucial information.

A moment later, True Monarch Tianjing's expression grew increasingly grave, and he called out in a deep voice:

"Come forth!"

The voice carried an undeniable authority.

As soon as the words were spoken, several beams of tunneling light shot in from all directions, landing on the plaza.

Four figures in red robes appeared, two men and two women, all with towering physiques and strong auras, clearly outstanding among body cultivators.

"White Emperor City has been annihilated, and the Ten Thousand Demon Country is making a comeback."

True Monarch Tianjing paused, then continued in a deep voice, "The Reincarnation Demon Lord colluded with the remnants of the Three Realms Sect to ambush Bing Lan. Although with Bing Lan's divine skills, he should be unharmed, it's hard to fight four hands with two fists. You must hurry to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range to assist him."

Upon hearing these words, the four turned pale, swiftly nodding in agreement.

...

Central Continent.

The Taixuan Mountain Range towered majestically, winding like a giant dragon in the northwest, its grand stretch like a cloud spanning a thousand miles.

Between the mountains, lush greenery, misty clouds, and surging spiritual energy created a sacred place praised by the world.

However, the Taixuan Mountain Range was world-renowned because of the Taixuan Sect hidden deep within its mountains.

Among the three major sects in the Chuyun Realm, the Heavenly Saint Academy was known for its inclusiveness, the Bright Moon Palace for its soul cultivation, while the Taixuan Sect was considered the orthodox in magic practitioners by numerous cultivators.

Within the Taixuan Sect, many disciples excelled in swordsmanship, with sword techniques occupying half of the sect's heritage, hence privately, people often referred to it as the Taixuan Sword Sect, indicating its superior swordsmanship.

At this moment, in the top hall of the Sky-reaching Sword Tower within the Taixuan Sect, a man was sitting quietly.

His features were handsome, his demeanor extraordinary, as if he had walked out from a painting of an immortal.

He sat cross-legged at the center of a massive array, the array map shimmering like clusters of brilliant nebulae, currently emitting starlight-like radiance, surrounding him.

Above the sky, starlight shone brightly, strands of it like a milky way falling, continuously pouring into the array.

Inside the hall, bits of starlight sparkled, resembling being in a vast starry sky, deep and remote.

Behind the man, an azure long sword was carried, its blade slightly curved, with a unique shape, like an art piece crafted by a divine craftsman.

He formed seals with both hands, and the long sword hummed, resonating with the starry sky, continuously absorbing the starlight within the array.

After a long while, the starlight in the hall gradually dimmed, eventually dissipating into nothingness.

The man slowly opened his eyes, concluding his cultivation.

Across on a stone platform, a green-robed Taoist was sitting.

The Taoist had sword-like brows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and long hair casually draped, giving an ethereal and transcendent impression.

His eyes were incredibly deep, seemingly capable of holding all things.

At this moment, the green-robed Taoist was holding a Sound Transmission Talisman, intently reading its contents.

His face, originally as calm as a still water, now showed a hint of surprise.

The handsome youth seeing this couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

In his memory, this person before him had always been steady as a mountain, showing no emotions; the last time he saw such an expression was hundreds of years ago.

"Father, did something happen outside?" the handsome youth asked.

The green-robed Taoist remained silent, casually tossing the Sound Transmission Talisman to the handsome youth.

The talisman paper traced an elegant arc in the air, finally landing in the youth's hand.

The handsome youth's divine thought moved, probing into the Sound Transmission Talisman.

In a moment, his face darkened, a cold smile curling at his lips: "Hmph, Sima Changqin is truly a waste, good for nothing but failure. White Emperor City has actually been slaughtered, and Ancestor Bing Lan is now trapped, his life or death uncertain; it's simply a disgrace to our Guardians!"

"This can't be entirely blamed on Sima Changqin. The Reincarnation Demon Lord resurfacing, along with the remnants of the Three Realms Sect and the demon crowd of the Ten Thousand Demon Country, even if Bing Lan went himself, he might not gain any advantage. Let alone Sima Changqin?" The green-robed Taoist sighed lightly, shaking his head.

"Ultimately, it's Sima Changqin's incompetence. If he had seized the Three Realms Immortal Boat before the Ten Thousand Demon Country and Three Realms Sect, would today's disaster have happened? If it were me, I would have handled this appropriately!" The handsome man's eyes flashed with disdain.

"Que Yue, though you were born with a sword body, an excellent candidate for cultivating this sect's sword path, your mind is still too restless. You must know that Sima Changqin's cultivation is still above yours, do not underestimate him," the green-robed Taoist furrowed his eyebrows, reminding.

The handsome man was indifferent, proudly stating: "This time during my closed-door cultivation, my cultivation has made great progress. Moreover..."

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of the azure long sword behind him, gently swiping it, and a beam of azure sword light cut through the void, instantly returning to the scabbard.

There was no unusual sign within the hall, but many disciples within the Taixuan Sect paused, looking up into the sky.

They saw an immense azure sword scar instantly spanning the sky as if cleaving the entire firmament, awe-inspiring.

The green-robed Taoist's face showed a hint of joy: "Have you perfected the Ten Thousand Sword Skills?"

The handsome man nodded, confidence flashing in his eyes: "Indeed, now that I am one with the Starry Sky Swordman, Sima Changqin is no longer a threat in my eyes. With just one sword, I can cut him down!"

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