Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 672 The Primordial Dao Lord
He remained silent for a moment, his voice still steady: "The Taiyin Xuanjian Dao Fruit does indeed have some connection with my Daoist methods, and I have also spent considerable effort deducing its trajectory. Your ability to seize it is both your destiny and your skill."

He paused, then looked directly at Xu Yunfan, his gaze calm and unwavering.

"I am naturally displeased."

His frank admission of his emotions actually relieved Xu Yunfan.

"But as you said, at that time you were in a dead end in your path to enlightenment, and any means were justified in order to seek a glimmer of hope. This is the norm in the cultivation world."

"Besides,"

Pudu Zhenjun changed the subject, "Now that the matter is settled, that Dao Fruit has merged with your Shenxiao sect, and they are inseparable. Do you think I would forcibly seize the foundation of my sect's newly promoted Shenxiao Zhenjun for something that is already useless?"

It harms others without benefiting oneself, and only depletes the sect's vitality; a wise person would not do such a thing.

This matter is now closed and need not be mentioned again.

"A wise person would not do something that harms others without benefiting themselves."

Xu Yunfan pondered these words, gaining a clearer understanding of Pudu Zhenjun's character.

This perfectly embodies the characteristics of the Yuanshi Sect: utter pragmatism, a self-serving individual.

As long as the benefits are sufficient, or the cost is unbearable, even mortal enemies from one second can greet each other with smiles the next.

Similarly, given enough temptation or threat, the harmony of the moment can crumble in an instant.

This True Lord has clearly calculated the overall interests of the sect and his personal gains and losses with extreme clarity.

In Pudu Zhenjun's calculations, it was clearly worthwhile to give up the Taiyin Xuanjian Dao Fruit in exchange for the support and stability of a newly promoted True Monarch with great potential who had just eliminated a potential threat to the sect.

Whether he has other plans in mind remains to be seen.

Xu Yunfan immediately showed a relieved expression, with gratitude and a touch of appropriate apology from a junior to a senior.

As I said, do the whole thing.

“Your Majesty’s forgiveness is deeply appreciated. I will always remember Your Majesty’s kindness in showing mercy today, and I will do my utmost to serve you if needed in the future.”

Of course, one must also say plenty of nice things.

"good."

Pudu Zhenjun nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with Xu Yunfan's attitude.

He then changed the subject: "Since there's nothing else to do, go and choose a sacred mountain. Once you've chosen one, an attendant will open the mountain gate for you and tidy up the earth's veins. The sect's laws and regulations will also be delivered to your dojo later."

"Junior brother obeys."

Xu Yunfan bowed again, preparing to take his leave.

"Wait a minute."

Pudu Zhenjun suddenly called out to him, a deep and enigmatic smile on his face.

"I forgot to mention something. Now that you are a True Lord of my sect, you are qualified to have an audience with the Dharma Master. Come with me."

Taoist Master?

The Primordial Dao Lord!

Xu Yunfan was shocked. This legendary being, who had opened up the Primordial lineage, was beyond the mundane world and existed in some unknown dimension.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and replied, "That's how it should be."

Pudu Zhenjun rose, took a step, and was already outside the main hall.

Xu Yunfan quickly followed.

Pudu Zhenjun did not use any earth-shattering escape techniques. He simply walked slowly, and with each step he took, a cloud of mist naturally arose beneath his feet, carrying him through the void as he walked towards the more secluded area behind Chenghua Mountain, where the fluctuations of the laws were more obscure.

Xu Yunfan followed closely behind, transforming into a bolt of lightning to maintain a safe distance, wary of a sudden attack. Although his opponent was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, he could still escape if he wanted to.

Putting everything else aside, his mastery of formations, aided by his attribute panel, alone would allow him to escape instantly.

Before long, an ancient hall built entirely of unknown dark gray boulders came into view.

The hall was not grand; in fact, it appeared rather low and rugged. Above the door, there was no plaque or inscription, only a mysterious rune that seemed to be naturally formed and contained the meaning of the beginning of time.

An ancient and desolate atmosphere permeates this place.

This is the main hall where the Yuanshizong (元始宗) worshipped the Daoist deity.

Yuanshi Palace.

Pudu Zhenjun stopped in front of the palace gate, his expression becoming extremely solemn and devout, devoid of any of his usual compassion or indifference, leaving only a deep-seated awe.

A Daoist master.

No amount of reverence is too much.

He straightened his clothes and, with the most standard Taoist salute, bowed deeply three times and kowtowed nine times towards the palace gate.

After doing all this, he stood up and said to Xu Yunfan, "Calm your mind, clear your mind of distractions, and follow me inside. Remember, you must not have the slightest thought of disrespect."

The heavy palace gate, seemingly forged from the core of a star, silently slid open a crack after the devout chanting of the True Lord of Salvation and the imprint of a magic seal.

An even more ancient and vast aura, seemingly containing the very essence of the universe's birth and death, rushed towards us.

Xu Yunfan took a deep breath, concentrating the power of the Divine Firmament Golden Pill to its limit, clearing his mind, and followed the True Lord of Universal Salvation into the hall.

The hall was completely empty, without any ornate decorations, except for a shrine carved from a massive, dark gray stone in the very center.

Inside the shrine, there were no specific statues or tablets of gods, only a wisp of mist and ever-changing light and shadow.

The form of this light and shadow is ever-changing, sometimes like air, sometimes like an egg, sometimes manifesting the scene of creation, and sometimes returning to absolute nothingness.

Just one glance was enough to make Xu Yunfan feel his golden core tremble violently, and his soul felt as if it were being sucked into the endless cycle of birth and death, as insignificant as dust.

"Kneel down, worship sincerely, and offer incense from your heart."

The solemn voice of the True Lord of Universal Salvation echoed in the empty hall, and he himself knelt down respectfully once again.

Xu Yunfan dared not delay and immediately did as instructed, calming his mind and clearing his thoughts, and performed the grand ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows before the chaotic light and shadow.

With each kowtow, he focused his mind and silently recited his yearning and reverence for the Primordial Dao.

As he rose from his final bow, he naturally and spontaneously condensed a wisp of pure incense from his fingertips. This incense, imbued with his most fundamental divine thoughts and magical power, and carrying the true meaning of the destruction of the Divine Firmament and the undying power of the Profound Firmament, was offered respectfully to the chaotic light and shadow.

Just as that wisp of incense was about to blend into the light and shadow.

hum!
An indescribable, irresistible sense of being stared at suddenly descended upon me.

It was as if, high above the heavens and beyond the endless expanse of time and space, a pair of unimaginably majestic and ancient eyes pierced through all obstacles and landed on Xu Yunfan.

In an instant, Xu Yunfan felt that everything about him, from his physical body to his soul, and even the Divine Firmament Golden Pill that he had painstakingly refined within him, past and future, was seen through by this gaze.

It was a billion times more profound than the gaze of the True Lord of Salvation.

A tremendous fear, originating from the very source of life, instantly gripped him, almost suffocating him.

He felt so insignificant under that gaze that he was less than a speck of dust, and his life or death was in the hands of the other person.

He instinctively wanted to circulate his golden core to resist, but he immediately suppressed the impulse.

Faced with such an existence, any resistance is futile and may even lead to destruction.

He could only keep his mind focused and maintain the posture of offering incense, letting those gazes scrutinize him, his heart filled with pure awe and obedience.

(End of this chapter)