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Chapter 192 A Cry for Heaven and Earth, Fellow Daoist! (Seeking Subscriptions)

"The Great Dao Realm".

Xia Xinghan exhaled and spoke, uttering three words softly.

It is neither in harmony with the Dao, nor does it tread upon the heavens.

It is the Great Way!

One must continuously elevate one's own path until it reaches a level equal to that of the Heavenly Way.

It is neither in accordance with the Way nor does it follow the Way.

Instead—Fellow Daoist!

Befriend the Way of Heaven!

Stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven and earth!

You nurture all things, and I protect all living beings; you bestow opportunities, and I give back to heaven and earth; you are the witness on my path of cultivation, and I am your fellow traveler in operating your rules.

Complement each other.

Support each other.

This is what is meant by the three thousand great paths!

"Hahahahaha————"

The establishment of the next realm made Xia Xinghan feel happy and his mind was clear. He couldn't help but look up at the sky and roar.

Laughter echoed along the Great Wall, through the clouds, across the mountains, and across thousands of rivers and mountains.

"The next realm after the Nascent Soul Realm"

"Let's call it the Great Dao Realm!!"

Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak.

In front of the Golden Hall, Taoist Master Zhang sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes lowered in quiet meditation.

Suddenly.

He opened his eyes, and those eyes, which had weathered a century of storms and long since seen through the ways of the world, now flashed with a sharp light.

Master Zhang rose to his feet, his faded Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. With a flick of his whisk, he responded, "The Great Dao Realm?"

"good!"

"wonderful!"

"This is absolutely brilliant!!"

He burst into laughter, his hearty laughter echoing among the peaks of Wudang Mountain, startling the pines into a rustling sound and causing countless roosting birds to take flight.

Bus, Wushan.

At the summit, Xiang Xiaohu, one of only two super-strong warriors in the world at the Quasi-Divine Transformation Realm, withdrew his consciousness from [Martial God Mountain] and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked up at the sky.

There, above the clouds, a faint ripple was spreading.

He sensed it; it was his master's aura.

The master is smiling.

The master has created a brand new realm, and he is paving the way for those who come after him.

It paves a broad and wide road, allowing many to walk together, so that "I am not alone on my path".

Without hesitation, Xiang Xiaohu clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and paid his respects in the direction of the Great Wall.

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People revere him as the Martial Saint, simply because his realm is high enough, because he "filled" the Martial God Temple with all kinds of martial arts, and because the Martial Ancestor who protects the human world is too high and too far away, and has not "manifested his sainthood in the human world" for too long.

But only Martial Saint Xiang Xiaohu, because he was close enough to Martial Ancestor and knew him for a long enough time, truly understood the greatness of the other party.

The more you understand something, the more you respect it; this is exactly the case.

Xiang Xiaohu's passion for martial arts was pure, which is why he was the person who admired Xia Xinghan the most in the world.

The moment the realm was established, the Heavenly Dao responded.

In that instant, strange phenomena appeared between heaven and earth, and the sound of the Great Dao resounded throughout the nine heavens.

First, countless rays of light burst forth from the mountains and rivers, cheering for the Martial Ancestor's creation of the Dao. Then, auspicious clouds filled the sky, displaying their utmost splendor, celebrating the Martial Ancestor's establishment of the realm. Finally, all living things were infected by the joy of heaven and earth, either raising their heads in resonance or feeling joyful.

Meanwhile, in the Shushan region.

The earthquake trembled.

It's not the tremor of an earthquake, but the tremor of growth.

"Boom!"

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The earth rose up and extended outwards, creating an area of ​​about one mile in circumference.

Within a radius of one li.

This proves that Bai Xianshuang has reached the first level of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Xia Xinghan smiled slightly and said to Bai Xianshuang, who was half-asleep above the Great Wall, "From now on, Mount Shu will be your true training ground."

"As your cultivation level increases and you ascend to higher realms, the area of ​​this land will also grow larger and larger."

At this point, he paused slightly and looked up at the sky: "Since ancient times, all the paths of the myriad realms have been about stealing the opportunities of heaven, plundering the creation of the earth, seizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, going against the will of all things, and using all living beings as resources."

"As long as cultivation continues, so too will the great thief; cultivators are thieves of heaven and earth!"

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at the mountains and rivers at his feet.

"And the cultivation path I pioneered"

"different."

"It is not about taking or stealing resources from nature."

"Instead, it gives back to heaven and earth themselves, complementing and supporting each other!"

As Xia Xinghan spoke, his tone became more proud: "Cultivating the Dao, cultivating the Dao—not just cultivating the Dao."

"And there is heaven and earth as fellow Daoists."

"To be friends with the Way of Heaven!"

He paused for a moment.

Then, she smiled gently.

That smile held pride, clarity, and the youthful exuberance unique to young people.

"This is true magnanimity, this is true境界 (state of being/level of attainment)!"

Imagine, if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm ascends to the first level, the area of ​​the world can increase by one li (approximately 5 kilometers). If it were the twelfth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, that would be an area of ​​tens of billions of li (approximately 300 million kilometers).

This is larger than the current surface area of ​​the Earth!

One peak Nascent Soul cultivator can increase the Earth's radius by billions of miles. What if there were ten or a hundred peak Nascent Soul cultivators?

It's unimaginable what a golden age the future will hold.

However, it is conceivable that Xia Xinghan's creation of the Divine Transformation Realm and the Great Dao Realm completely changed the future cultivation pattern of Earth's cultivation world. It transformed the process of plundering the creation of heaven and earth into giving back to the Great Dao, jointly creating a super planet, rather than draining heaven and earth dry and using all living beings as nourishment to replenish itself through cultivation.

Bai Xianshuang slowly opened her eyes.

She woke up from that half-awake state, her eyes still slightly dazed.

Then she sensed it.

A distant world.

That mountain in Shu where she had lived for several years.

Not the same.

Every inch of soil, every rock, every blade of grass and tree has a strange connection with her.

They are like her extensions, like her feathers, like her life.

Is this the dojo?

Although the spiritual energy of Mount Shu has been restored, it has not chosen a mountain lord. Bai Xianshuang, relying on her own strength, seized the mountain from a powerful family and then founded the Sword Palace, but did not become the mountain lord.

However, after breaking through the Golden Core Realm and reaching the Divine Transformation Realm, she no longer needed the approval of Mount Shu, because she created the Dao Seal of Heaven and Earth and gave back to the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao was grateful to her and thus bestowed upon her a piece of land.

Fellow Daoist's place, isn't it a Daoist temple?

From now on, we're all family, let's help each other out!

Of course, Mount Shu is a gift from heaven and earth, and the land within a mile radius that grows from the earth is a real sword-dojo. Bai Xianshuang can unleash billions of sword energies with a single thought, annihilating all living beings, and heaven and earth can also nurture all things here.

"Is this the Nascent Soul Realm?"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"I feel like I could swat Junior Brother Xiang away with one wing. Hmm—even if Senior Sister Qingluan and several other junior brothers and sisters were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for me to swat."

"Hahaha, I'm the best in the world!"

After breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, the rapid expansion of her power made Bai Xianshuang secretly delighted.

Sure enough, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

"No!" Bai Xianshuang shrank her crane head, stole a glance at Xia Xinghan, and immediately made amends, "He is not the number one in the world now, Master is. Master will always be the bright, majestic, dashing, and handsome number one in the world."

She turned her head and looked at the figure standing atop the Great Wall.

"Master————"

Xia Xinghan did not turn around.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

There, the sea of ​​clouds surged and the mountains rose and fell.

There, countless people are climbing their own mountains.

There, countless people are walking the path he pioneered.

He chuckled softly.

The wind blew from afar, carrying the desolation of the Kunlun wilderness, and ruffled his clothes.

One Great Way has three thousand.

—Make friends with Heaven.

This is exactly what I want!

"Master!"

Bai Xianshuang spoke again, her voice filled with barely suppressed joy.

"I feel—" She looked down at her wings, then looked up again and gently pecked at her feathers with her long beak, "I feel like I can transform."

Transformation.

This word is very common in supernatural tales.

In those stories, monsters cultivate for hundreds of years, attain enlightenment, and transform into human form in an instant, as easily as taking off a piece of clothing.

But those who have truly reached this stage know that it's not that easy.

Transformation is not magic, not an illusion, not using spiritual power to create a fake human skin to put on your body.

True transformation is the power of creation, changing every inch of flesh and blood, reshaping every bone and every meridian, and completely rewriting one life form into another.

It's easy to smash a wall with one punch.

But turning an arm into a crab claw, a mantis's arm, or tentacles is as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

The more ancient the stories of the Great Xia Dynasty are, the more realistic they seem. Only a thousand-year-old demon can truly master the art of transformation.

Those minor demons that had been around for a hundred years could only barely take the form they needed, either dragging a tail or showing their ears, making them easy to spot at a glance.

Bai Xianshuang has cultivated for so long that she has finally broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm and touched that threshold.

Xia Xinghan finally turned around, looked at the white crane, a look of interest flashing in his eyes, and raised an eyebrow: "Oh—after breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, you've gained initial mastery of the power of creation?"

Bai Xianshuang nodded vigorously, her neck swaying up and down. Her ethereal appearance combined with this movement made her inexplicably cute.

Xia Xinghan smiled.

"Then try transforming into human form." He turned around, leaning against the city wall. "Let me see."

Bai Xianshuang took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes.

The sword light around him began to circulate, no longer the sharp and intimidating sword aura from before, but a softer and more mysterious light.

Light emanated from her body, gushing from the base of every feather, enveloping her entirely—no, the entire crane.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

Faintly visible within the light screen, the crane-shaped outline began to change.

First, the wings fold inward and collapse, then the neck shortens and the spine straightens, and then the legs lengthen, the bones are reshaped and the flesh is recast!

The first transformation was quite difficult and lengthy.

Finally, the light faded.

A graceful figure landed on the beacon tower.

It was a young girl.

She looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender and tall figure, and stood gracefully.

She stood barefoot on the stone platform, her flawless white toes slightly curled, as if she were somewhat unaccustomed to standing on the balls of her feet.

Her skin was as white as snow, but not pale; instead, it had a faint, lustrous glow, like fine mutton fat jade or pear blossoms bathed in moonlight.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, as white as frost.

Her hair was slightly curled, with a natural curve, and swayed gently in the wind.

How can one describe her face?

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, not the kind of thin eyebrows that were deliberately drawn, but rather naturally so, slightly upturned, carrying three parts of aloofness, three parts of heroic spirit, and three parts of indescribable liveliness.

His eyes were like autumn waters, clear and distinct, with the whites of his eyes as clear as an infant's and his pupils as black as ink. Yet, deep within them, a faint golden light flowed, the mark left by the Golden Core of the Sword Heart.

Her nose was straight and elegant, and her lips were naturally red without any lipstick.

Her jawline is soft yet defined, possessing both the delicacy of a young girl and the sharpness of a sword immortal.

A touch of "red rouge" in the center of her smooth forehead adds a touch of brightness and earthiness to her stunningly beautiful, almost unreal face.

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