Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

With the Golden Core undergoing its fourth transformation, Lin Xuan's foundation for Dao deepened. He could clearly feel a qualitative leap in his magical power, divine sense, and affinity for the laws of heaven and earth. The Nine-Turn Golden Core slowly rotated in his dantian, its purplish-gold luster growing ever deeper, with natural Dao marks appearing on its surface, like a mysterious seed nurturing a cosmic singularity.

However, the changes brought about by refining the innate thunder godhead are far more than that.

That fragment of divine essence was a manifestation of the origin of a portion of the Thunder Laws of the Ancient Desolate Realm. Its level was extremely high, containing the most fundamental mysteries of the world's composition. After completely devouring and absorbing it, and propelling the Golden Core to complete its fourth transformation, a large amount of incomparably pure innate Daoist essence and fragments of laws that had not been fully "digested" remained deep within the Golden Core, lingering like a nebula.

They are too advanced; even a fourth-stage Golden Core cultivator cannot immediately and completely convert them into nourishment for their own Great Dao.

At the same time, the massive amounts of faith power from the Xuan Tian Star Domain (mainly the Dao Xuan Sect) and the Desolate Ancient Realm (the Pan Shi Tribe and the surrounding affected races) continued to flow into his body like two surging golden rivers, traversing the void. This faith power was pure and boundless, and besides accelerating the tempering of the Golden Core and nourishing the soul, it seemed to have a deeper purpose waiting to be discovered.

On this day, Lin Xuan, who was in seclusion deep within the Xuanzun Hall consolidating his cultivation, had a slight thought.

He looked inward at the increasingly wondrous golden core in his dantian, along with the innate Daoist essence within it and the torrent of faith flowing in from the outside world. An unprecedented, audacious, almost insane thought suddenly shone in his mind like lightning piercing the darkness.

"The Golden Core is the foundation of the Great Dao, the root of life." "The Divine Spark is a fragment of the Law, the core of the world's origin." "Faith is the power of thought of all living beings, containing the ability to create and imagine." "If we take the fragment of the Divine Spark as the 'skeleton,' the vast amount of faith as the 'flesh and blood,' and my Nine Revolutions Golden Core Great Dao as the 'will'..."

A word naturally surfaced in the depths of his understanding—

The primordial universe!

It wasn't about creating a celestial world outside his body, something beyond his current level of cultivation. Rather, it was about using supreme power to shape a miniature universe, a prototype containing infinite possibilities, within his own golden core!

This thought, once it arose, seemed to have touched some supreme law in the dark.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xuan, with a firm Dao heart, immediately began to act.

He first guided the innate Daoist essence and law fragments originating from the Thunder Godhead, which had settled deep within the Golden Core. These fragments were no longer forcibly broken down and absorbed, but instead, under his will, began to slowly converge and combine. They represented "Thunder," which is driving force, destruction, and also life; it was one of the most violent and fundamental forces at the beginning of the universe. They transformed into the initial "law framework" and "energy source" of this nascent universe.

Immediately afterwards, he mobilized the surging power of faith. The golden torrent of faith was no longer merely nourishing the golden core, but was carefully guided and injected into the "skeleton" composed of fragments of divinity. The countless positive ideas contained within the power of faith, such as "hope," "order," "protection," and "creation," acted like the most magical catalyst, beginning to fill, enrich, and revitalize this skeleton.

Faith transformed into a void of "space," beginning to expand outwards; faith simulated the most basic flow of "time," beginning to flow slowly; faith condensed simulated basic elemental concepts such as "earth, water, fire, and wind," though illusory, already taking shape...

This was an extremely intricate yet massive undertaking, consuming far more mental energy than any previous battle or cultivation session. Lin Xuan's entire will was immersed in it, like a god creating the heavens, shaping his own world from chaos.

His golden core began to emit a different kind of deep, resonant hum, as if from the very beginning of time. On the surface of the golden core, the light of the eight Dao patterns gradually receded, no longer manifesting outwards, but rather like the foundation of the world, deeply imprinted in the underlying rules of this emerging miniature universe.

The Great Dao of Power forms the stable foundation of the universe and the laws governing the movement of all things; the Great Dao of Nirvana endows the universe with the destiny of returning to nothingness and endless cycles; the Great Dao of Life sows the first spark of life; the other Dao patterns such as Void, Illusion, Killing, and Star each perform their own functions, integrating into the operation of this universe...

I don't know how much time passed; it felt like a moment, yet also like eternity.

When Lin Xuan's consciousness detached from that deep creative state, he "looked" at his dantian.

The Nine-Turn Golden Pill didn't seem to have changed much in appearance; it still shimmered with purple and gold, and Dao traces were faintly visible.

However, in his perception, which surpassed ordinary internal vision, the interior of the Golden Core was no longer a pure condensation of energy and Dao patterns.

There appeared a tiny, yet seemingly boundless, chaotic void.

At the center of the void, a singularity, composed of the origin of divinity and the core of faith, pulsates slowly, like the heart of the universe. Subtle, almost imperceptible purple lightning (the Law of Thunder) occasionally flickers in the void, the residual energy after the creation of heaven and earth. A thin golden mist (the power of faith) permeates the space, forming the primordial nebula. The concepts of time and space operate here at a nascent, slow pace.

Although there are no real stars, no concrete matter, and even the laws here are extremely rudimentary and incomplete, it is indeed a primordial universe with the most basic framework and infinite potential for growth!

The moment the opening was successfully made, Lin Xuan's whole body trembled violently!

He felt an incredibly close connection with this nascent universe, a connection that transcended blood ties. He was both the creator and the ruler (the Way of Heaven) of this universe!

An unprecedented sense of control and power arose spontaneously.

With a slight thought, he attempted to mobilize the power of this primordial universe.

In an instant, the aura surrounding him became incredibly ancient, vast, and profound! It was as if he was no longer an independent individual, but a walking, miniature cosmic singularity! The spatial laws within the surrounding Xuanzun Hall all subtly showed him submission and resonance!

He had a premonition that if he could draw upon the meager power of this primordial universe to empower himself, his supernatural abilities would be amplified in an unimaginable way! Perhaps, if he could even evolve true stars and myriad things, and the cycle of life, into this universe in the future, he might be able to glimpse the secrets of true immortality and transcendence!

"The primordial universe..." Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a strange phenomenon of chaos and nebula seemed to flash and disappear in his eyes.

This is undoubtedly another heaven-defying foundation for him on his cultivation path, following the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir!

Take the body as the seed, and the elixir will reside in the universe.

This path was unprecedented, and even he himself could not predict where it would end.

But he knew that from this moment on, his path had become completely different.