Chapter 627 - 602: True One Blood Soul, Refining Laws

Disciple’s Residence, Practice Room.

Lu Yan sat cross-legged, taking out a true pattern and enveloping it with the power of creation before directing it towards his head.

"Merge."

Lu Yan commanded in his mind, and the true pattern merged into his head.

Instantly, a sharp pain transmitted from his head. It was because the new true pattern was rejecting the original ones.

Merging true patterns wasn’t simply a case of the more, the better.

Indeed, merging more true patterns could accelerate the materialization of the body and increase power.

But the danger was also significant, as different true patterns could reject each other, potentially bursting the cultivator’s Primordial Spirit and flesh.

Merging just one true pattern could still progress one to the third step of creation.

Unless one had a powerful soul and body to support it, most people would not choose to merge multiple true patterns.

Lu Yan was forced into a corner, otherwise, the twelve true patterns he had would have been sufficient.

Fortunately, Lu Yan’s Primordial Spirit and body were extremely strong and could bear the pressure.

In this manner, the thirteenth true pattern successfully merged into his skull, and indeed, the degree of materialization increased by one point, reaching sixty-one percent.

Furthermore, the pace of future cultivation would also increase slightly.

"Again."

Lu Yan took out a second pattern, continuing to merge it into his skull.

This time, the pain in his head intensified, but Lu Yan endured.

Once more.

Lu Yan merged three strands of true patterns into his skull one after another before stopping.

Then, he took out a fourth one to merge into his spine.

His spine twisted like a mighty dragon, muscles bulging, veins popping, withstanding tremendous pressure.

But in the end, he succeeded.

Seventeen patterns.

He had merged seventeen true patterns.

"I can still continue; I haven’t reached my limit yet," Lu Yan persisted, gritting his teeth as he continued to pull out true patterns.

This time, the merging was incredibly slow, and the pressure immense. He felt his muscles slightly tearing and blood seeping from his skin’s surface.

Thankfully his soul was exceptionally strong. Although under pressure, it was still bearable.

Eventually, the seventeenth true pattern also successfully merged into his spine.

"I can still merge one more."

With gritted teeth, Lu Yan took out another true pattern.

This time, the pressure he bore was even greater, his bones trembled with fractures appearings, muscles tearing, his body as if it might burst, a tearing pain engulfing him.

Lu Yan persisted with determination, focusing solely on the task while running the Nine Death Sutra to repair his body. After three grueling days, he finally merged this strand of true pattern successfully.

As a result, the number of true patterns Lu Yan had merged into his body reached eighteen.

Lu Yan stopped there because he truly had reached his limit. To merge any more would indeed risk bursting.

Most importantly, the degree of his body’s materialization was not ideal.

Having merged six more true patterns, the materialization of his soul and flesh had only increased by six points, reaching sixty-six percent.

At this rate, at least several dozen more would be needed for success.

But that was simply impossible. To say nothing of dozens more, even just a few more, and his body would burst.

His subsequent cultivation would have to rely on these eighteen true patterns as the core, gradually spreading to other areas of the body to materialize further.

But it was the same old problem—it would take a lengthy time, which he did not have.

"What should I do?"

Lu Yan frowned in deep thought, searching for a way to break through quickly.

While Lu Yan was sequestered in cultivation, the River of Sword Magic had witnessed several major battles.

But the Origin Dynasty had not succeeded in any of them.

Especially with the addition of the Time-space Spiritual Mouse Paopao, breaking through the River of Sword Magic became even harder.

The time-space powers of the Time-space Spiritual Mouse were particularly suited for defense.

At the second step of creation, her cooperation with the Formation Ancestor could fend off the attacks of two third-step creators, which was telling of her strength.

After her breakthrough to the third step of creation, her defensive power naturally surged.

In the River of Sword Magic, she spread her time-space powers while the Formation Ancestor moved throughout, using an endless supply of materials to set up numerous defensive formations.

The defenses of the River of Sword Magic thus became even more solid.

After several failed attempts to breach them, the forces of the Origin Dynasty were no longer in a hurry to attack but did not retreat either. They formed a standoff against the Dragon Alliance.

Moreover, led by the Origin Dynasty, various major powers gathered a substantial number of first and second-step creators. They established large formations, vigilantly preventing members of the Dragon Alliance from breaking free.

Meanwhile, Yuan Wanggu himself returned to the Origin Imperial Capital.

"Tang Feng..."

An icy killing intent flickered in Yuan Wanggu’s eyes.

For countless years, he had firmly held the position of the number one powerhouse in the Creator Realm, yet now, he had been defeated by Tang Feng and was not content.

He must personally take Tang Feng’s head.

To take Tang Feng’s head would require more than the cultivation level of the Creator Realm; it demanded the cultivation of the True One State.

"True One State..."

Determination flickered in Yuan Wanggu’s eyes as he made his way to the deepest part of the Origin Dynasty’s imperial treasury.

"Open the doors of the nineteenth layer of the treasury for me."

Yuan Wanggu commanded.

"But, no one other than the Primordial Ancestor and the Emperor has the authority to open this place..."

The guardian protested.

"I said open it, open it. The Primordial Ancestor and the Emperor are not here now, in the Origin Dynasty, my word is law."

A cold light flashed in Yuan Wanggu’s eyes, and a terrifying aura permeated the air.

The guardian did not dare to disobey and could only obediently open the door.

The following day, within a secret chamber beneath the Origin Dynasty, Yuan Wanggu sat cross-legged, surrounded by nine spheres of blood.

Each sphere emitted an aura of terrifying might, supreme and pressuring the world; this was the breath of the True One Realm.

Moreover, within each sphere of blood, there was a figure, some humanoid and some beastly, some howling and others bellowing...

These were the blood and souls of the True One Realm.

They were collected by the Primordial Ancestor from those True Ones who had died in battle throughout history.

"With the help of the True Origin Blood Soul Array, I will meld the blood and souls of the True One Realm to perfect the Supreme Law and step into the formidable realm of the True One in one fell swoop."

Yuan Wanggu roared lowly, his arms trembling as numerous formation patterns emerged in the secret chamber, intertwining with the nine spheres of bloodlight to form an unparalleled great formation.

The nine spheres of blood slowly approached Yuan Wanggu, merging into his body.

Excitement and anticipation shone in Yuan Wanggu’s eyes.

This time, he was determined to break through to True One; he would either succeed or die trying.

The Primordial Ancestor forbade him from doing so when he was around.

Because, using the blood and souls of a True One with the help of the True Origin Blood Soul Array to forcibly break through to True One was an unorthodox method fraught with immense danger.

First, the likelihood of failure with this method was high, and failure meant the end of both body and path.

Second, even if the breakthrough was successful, this method was not orthodox. Compared to a True One achieved through self-cultivation, it was flawed and very likely less powerful.

The attitude of the Primordial Ancestor was to let Yuan Wanggu break through on his own.

However, Yuan Wanggu had been stuck at the peak of the third step of the Creator Realm for too long. Although he had already comprehended the prototype of the Supreme Law, he had been unable to break through for countless years.

His state of mind had grown increasingly unstable and impatient over the years, particularly after his defeat by Tang Feng, which made him throw all caution to the wind.

Seeing that the Primordial Ancestor was not present, he took the opportunity to use the True Origin Blood Soul Array to attempt to break through to the True One Realm.

Once successful, even if the Primordial Ancestor returned, he would not punish him.

At most, the Primordial Ancestor would reprimand him and would not really act against a strong cultivator of the True One Realm.

Act first, report later.

A fierce expression crossed Yuan Wanggu’s face as he roared lowly and immersed himself in cultivation.

...

Lu Yan pondered for several days, and suddenly his eyes brightened.

He thought of a method that might help him quickly break through to the third step of creation.

That was to treat the Tao One Law as real patterns, fusing them into his soul and flesh.

The source of real patterns, in reality, was the River of Magic, born from the River of Magic, either flying out automatically or brought out by someone entering the River of Magic.

Since real patterns are born from the River of Magic, theoretically, the effects of the River of Magic should be countless times better than real patterns.

As long as he integrated with the River of Magic, it would certainly realize soul and flesh materialization, breaking through the third step of creation and even forming a ’True Body’ that is stronger than one achieved through real patterns.

But throughout history, who could take a River of Magic as a real pattern and integrate it into themselves at the second step of creation?

It was simply impossible.

Even integrating too many real patterns would burst one’s soul and flesh, let alone a River of Magic.

But Lu Yan was different.

The Tao One Law was his own.

He was the Tao One Law River, and the Tao One Law River was him.

Moreover, the Tao One Law River was still in its growth phase, far from a complete River of Magic, which made integration easier and less dangerous.

"That settles it."

Lu Yan’s eyes revealed a determined look, and he immediately left the Disciple’s Residence to head to a tall mountain tens of thousands of miles away from Dragon Emperor City to avoid startling others during the fusion.

Lu Yan took half a day to regulate his breath, adjusting his spirit to its peak, then took a deep breath, and with a thought, the Tao One Law River materialized above the Vault of the sky.

But at that moment, Lu Yan’s gaze flashed, and he paused; he noticed a figure appearing not far away.

"Senior, what brings you here?"

Lu Yan was surprised.

This figure was Ye Qing.

"This is not my true body, it is an avatar. My true body is still in the River of Sword Magic,"

Ye Qing said, glancing at the Tao One Law River above and hesitated before speaking, "Lu Yan, are you planning to merge with the Tao One Law River to break through to the third step of creation?"

Ye Qing could see Lu Yan’s intentions; he was not surprised and nodded, "Indeed."

"Doing so will be too great a loss for you,"

Ye Qing shook his head slightly and said, "You have cultivated a River of Magic. As long as you progress step by step and continue to improve the River of Magic, you will one day reach the True One through it. The True One Realm will pose no bottleneck for you, but if you integrate the Tao One Law, you would be severing your own path to the True One."