Chapter 1239: The Dao Of Truth

Feiyun quelled the desire for the embryo and thought he should wait until the ninth level first.

“I won’t take the embryo right now.” He told the two sisters.

They heaved a sigh of relief because they were sweating. Giving up the embryo right here wasn’t... ideal.

Nevertheless, this temple had thick spirit energy and could increase cultivation speed tenfold.

Feiyun mediated on the ground and began learning dao laws. After all, everything beneath the saint realm was mere ants.

For example, just one hair from Soaring Phoenix Queen had more than a hundred million dao laws. A peak eighth-level cultivator only had ten thousand dao laws. In other words, one hair strand from her was equivalent to ten thousand peak eighth-level cultivators.

She could kill demi-saints as if they were ants. Only by becoming a saint would one know their true power.

Feiyun coveted this realm whether it be his previous life or current. The clay ear flew out of his body and floated in the air. Its dao belonged to Saint Nuwa - the strongest dao in this world.

Feiyun focused as spirit energy coiled around him.

After one month, he had a total of 84 dao. Two, 85. Three, 87...

In just one year, he obtained 99 dao and reached the peak seventh level. This was a monstrous speed because many pseudo-saints couldn’t create a single dao law every thousand years. He used just one year to form 16 dao laws.

Part of that was due to his comprehension. The palace and the clay ear also contributed significantly.

He finally met a bottleneck and couldn’t obtain the 100th dao law after half a year. This single dao law was a whole level.

He opened his eyes and said: “Why is it that difficult to reach the eighth level?”

Meanwhile, the turtle and the two sisters were cultivating as well. The turtle had numerous fire essences from the fiery mountains. It recovered to the sixth level again with its help.

It also gave the sisters plenty of treasures and resources - some able to help directly with rebirths. Therefore, they reached the second level of Nirvana.

Feiyun didn’t disturb them and came over the the statues again. He bowed respectfully before taking a look at the bow and arrow. He was naturally tempted by one of the strongest weapons in existence.

He recalled the image of an arrow found on his vessel. He thought it might be able to communicate with them.

‘Use the spirit vessel already.’ An ancient voice spoke in his head.

Who is it?!

A divine intent left behind by the two saints?

Or the spirit of the bow and arrow?

He was ecstatic and responded: ‘Could you please elaborate, Senior?’

Alas, no response came from the unknown voice.

He sat down and raised the vessel with both hands before the statues, clearing his mind of worries.

After a long while, the voice popped up again: “You are learning the dao of Saint Nuwa and have done a commendable job, but it is far from enough to rely on her dao alone to reach the eighth level. The final dao law must be your own.”

‘My own dao law.’ He murmured.

The lord of Void Grotto had mentioned something similar - having one’s own dao to become a saint.

It couldn’t be done that quickly - there must be a dao embryo first. He didn’t have an embryo right now, let alone a dao.

The process of becoming a saint was generally divided into five stages - intent, embryo, reaction, accumulation, and spirit.

Only pseudo-saints were qualified to learn about the five stages. The majority of demi-saints were in the second stage. Perhaps one out of ten would be in the reaction stage.

Anyone at the accumulation stage had a ticket to becoming a saint. As long as the accumulation was strong enough to survive the spirit tribulation, they would become a saint.

Of course, the tribulation eliminated many wonderful prospects in history. For someone such as Void Grotto Lord, she was definitely in the movement stage or even higher.

Feiyun didn’t have the first stage ready - intent. This meant he was directionless in his cultivation.

The seventh level was a child learning how to draw. The eighth level included grasping the techniques and coming up with one own’s style. It was more than just imitating someone else’s dao.

Thus, a personal intent was crucial and Feiyun was on this path.

Three months passed by in the blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, they looked determined unlike before. His aura changed as he contemplated: ‘I started cultivating amidst hatred and confusion. I lost myself while trying to find myself, but was the hatred real? Was my previous life real? What should be my true path?’

‘Truth is the truth, unswayed by anyone’s intent, injustices, and prejudice.’

‘It is the most sacred, capable of overcoming all hypocrisy and falsehood.’

‘I want to cultivate such a dao, the path of truths. If I become a saint, Truth shall be my title.’

‘I cultivate both the truth in my heart and the truths of the world. This path will be more arduous and lengthy compared to any other dao, but I will persevere until my last breath.’

He came up with an intent and made a promise.

Few dared to pick this path because truths were omnipotent and omnipresent. Humans had truths, trees had truths, and grass had truths...

West Bull had truths and so did every other planet and dimension...

It was boundless; who could see through all falsehoods to reach the ultimate truth?

By just learning the tiniest bit of this dao, he would be able to become a saint. Once he made up his mind, he began learning the truths in the world and gathered them together. After ample comprehension, they would consolidate into his dao law.

“Bam!” After an unknown length of time, he finally had enough.

A white dao law manifested into reality within his inner core, stronger than the previous ninety-nine laws. The latter rotated around the singular truth law and turned into a cosmo.

He finally reached the eighth level. His comprehension of the dao changed dramatically along with his power.

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