Chu Mo's clothes were already soaked with bloodstains, the result of his unrivaled physique being torn open by the terrifying pressure, allowing blood to seep out. The bones in his body were somewhat deformed. Although they hadn't shattered, the trial he was enduring was far beyond what ordinary people could withstand. Even powerful cultivators couldn't bear it! They would rather have an arm severed cleanly and then regenerate it with their magic power than endure this constant agony.

Not to mention, this pain was self-inflicted!

Chu Mo didn't look back. Actually, he could barely even move.

"Even though you had already merged with the Daoist Realm here before, trying to fuse these two types of Dao in this way is still not possible!" the old Daoist said to Chu Mo's back.

Sensing through divine sense was one thing, but witnessing with one's own eyes was another. That impact made even the experienced old Daoist involuntarily twitch his eyelids and feel a tremor in his heart—how ruthless!

This young man, in his pursuit of the Dao, could be so cruel to himself? Just for this ruthlessness alone, he deserved all the honor and glory he had earned today.

The old Daoist took a deep breath and continued, "No one is born a saint, everything has a process..."

"Then Senior, have you succeeded?" Chu Mo asked slowly, word by word, without a trace of mockery in his tone—just inquiring.

The old Daoist suddenly found himself at a loss for words, his old face flushing as he shook his head, "No, I did not succeed. But at least I'm at a higher realm than you, and I'm very clear that what you're doing... it's impossible to succeed!"

"Is it?" Chu Mo also took a deep breath, as if the air was filled with endless pain. He continued to exert himself to bend over towards the axe, "Without trying... how can you know it won't succeed?"

Crack!

A vertebrae in Chu Mo's back finally couldn't withstand the pressure and let out a crisp sound of bone cracking.

The old Daoist couldn't help but grimace, feeling the pain for Chu Mo, and urged, "Young man, I admit, you're much more formidable than Daoist me. Just wait a moment, let's talk..."

But Chu Mo shook his head, a faint smile appearing on the face that was turned away from the old Daoist, his mind incredibly clear due to the immense pain throughout his body, "Senior, I actually understand that this place is an opportunity left for me."

"..." The old Daoist was at a loss for words, revealing a look of surprise in his eyes, "How do you know?"

"There are only two of us here, you and I. Since it's not left for you, naturally... it must be left for me," Chu Mo spoke and continued to bend down to grasp the axe.

Crack!

Another vertebrae shattered!

Such an injury, if it had happened to an ordinary person, would have rendered them disabled!

They probably would never be able to stand up again for the rest of their life.

Even for cultivators with powerful magical powers, it was a tremendous pain and torment.

People always believe in the principle that prolonged pain is worse than short pain. Chu Mo, actively seeking such prolonged pain, was indeed rare. Some might even think there was something wrong with his mind.

But Chu Mo, as if there were something wrong with his mind, was still trying hard!

The key issue was, in the old Daoist's eyes, Chu Mo's persistence was hopeless!

The old Daoist knew many things, and he felt that no one could succeed.

Even if Chu Mo understood the Dao in a month, it still wouldn't be feasible!

"Even if this is an opportunity left for you, everything should be carried out gradually. Where does this kind of forceful approach come from?" The old Daoist spoke sincerely, not wanting to watch a junior with whom he had a significant connection destroy himself in such a manner.

Although he had tried and failed, over the years, the old Daoist had gained some insights into this opportunity. He had also debated countless times in his heart, and eventually, he came to a conclusion that the collision of two Great Daos, whether by a true immortal, Emperor, or even a supreme being... a Quasi-Saint... it was impossible to succeed!

Because to make two different paths of the Dao collide, first and foremost, you must cultivate both paths to the utmost extreme!

Yet even saints would hesitate to claim they have cultivated a single path to its ultimate peak. In this vast universe, aside from the Supreme, who else could claim to have cultivated the myriad paths of the Great Dao to their ultimate peak?

While these are not the myriad paths, but merely two, an old Daoist at his level of mastery is very clear that the pinnacle of one path versus the pinnacle of all paths... the difference is actually not that great!

The most ancient scriptures have a line that says, "The Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, and two give birth to all things!"

For all things to begin, there must first be that 'one' for everything else to follow.

Therefore, once a cultivator comprehends one Great Dao to the extreme, cultivates it to the end, then they are not far from mastering all the myriad paths of the Dao!

But at that point, is there any need to collide two paths against each other and comprehend the outcome of their collision?

Obviously, there is no longer any need!

In other words, whether it is him or the current Chu Mo, under this level of mastery, attempting to make these two paths collide is almost impossible to succeed.

The term "almost" is used because the old Daoist knows there are no absolutes in this world, thus he prudently chooses to describe it as 'almost.' In truth, deep in his heart, he does not believe anyone is capable of doing this.

He even speculated about what intentions that supreme being had in leaving this opportunity here!

But after all, he could not guess, because this opportunity, he understood, as did Chu Mo.

As long as one could successfully make these two paths collide and then fuse them, then... the path ahead would become completely different!

Exactly how different it would be, even an old Daoist of his level could not think of, but he knew that success would lead to an incredibly glorious and splendid future.

"In that case, you stop first, no matter what, even though I've failed before, I still have more experience than you. I will share these experiences with you, and then you... eh?" the old Daoist was saying when suddenly his eyes widened, showing endless incredulity. His mouth gaped open, something that hadn't happened in many years; he was like a mortal who had just seen an immortal flying across the sky, his eyes filled with shock, amazement, and disbelief.

"What am I seeing?" The old Daoist was petrified, staring blankly at Chu Mo.

More precisely, he was staring at Chu Mo's bloodied and blurry hand— that hand, crushed by the Great Dao and already in tatters, was actually... clutching the polished wooden handle of the axe tightly.

At this moment, Chu Mo's body was completely immobile too!

Rumbling sounds of the Great Dao resonated within Chu Mo's body. These sounds were inaudible to ordinary people, but to the old Daoist, they were like Thunder Shock!

Earth-shattering!

The old Daoist immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, sealed off his six senses instantaneously, and still stared blankly at Chu Mo.

How did this kid do it?

He he he he... has he succeeded? Truly succeeded?

The old Daoist felt his years of cultivation experience was completely shaken at this moment!

Even his understanding of the Dao was shattered!

This was simply impossible!

How on earth did he do it?

The old Daoist was utterly dumbfounded.

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