Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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1,600 Deep Red Points were instantly deducted, and at the same time, a vast expanse of memories suddenly emerged in Yi Chen's mind.

It was that familiar disc-reading segment once again.

Like glimpsing a horse passing by a gap in the wall, the memories unfolded.

Next to a thousand-foot-high waterfall, a man built a hut to reside in.

He watched the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening for countless winter and summer seasons, but alas, made hardly any progress.

Eventually, he left his seclusion with a bamboo staff and straw sandals to begin wandering the world.

He had seen a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of drifting snow, the vastness inside and outside the formidable passes, the great rivers once tumultuous, now silent.

He had also witnessed ancient volcanos suddenly erupting after years of dormancy, destroying the heavens and earth, powerful volcanic ash obscuring the sun, and all creatures wailing in despair.

He saw the bursting of river banks, tens of thousands of laborers linking hands, carrying stones, like ants in a line leaping down into perilous places to block the gaps, uniting in spirit to shake the very earth.

He had also seen epidemics sweep across a thousand miles as the earth dragon turned over.

He had seen emotions flow freely in the cups of wine, witnessed the beauty of evening, generals turning grey, and Buddhas bowing low.

The Daoist wandered the world, saw himself, beheld the universe and all its creatures, and finally, after a hundred years, returned to the same spot beside the waterfall where he once built his hut.

By then, the dust in his heart had already been cleansed by years of experience, leaving a sheer clarity.

He had gained enlightenment on the direction in which to forge ahead.

At the level he had reached in the path of Pure Yang, if he wanted to advance further, he had to seek from both outside and inside.
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During the day, the Daoist ventured into the deep mountains and great marshes, gathering potent herbs, slaying demonic beasts, and enriching himself.

At night, he would sleep beneath the thousand-foot waterfall, refining his spirit in the hopes of proving his divine abilities.

Day after day of nourishment and night after night of polishing, his formidable spirit and will began to further combine with his pale cyan Inner Qi, undergoing a transformation.

When the first thread of spirit seeped into his energy, no longer distinguishable from each other, a profound and mysterious change arose, and the process of transformation began uncontrollably.

After more than a hundred years of relentless effort, beneath the thousand-foot waterfall, a Daoist with his upper body bare, displaying incredibly robust muscles, raised his eyebrows to the rising sun,

And chanted softly!

Pure Yang!

Then he chanted again!

Pure Yang! Pure Yang!

And chanted again!

Pure Yang! Pure Yang! Pure Yang!

With each chant, the Daoist's voice grew louder, more intense, more rapid!

The entire mountain forest trembled under his calls of Pure Yang.

All the birds and beasts were startled!

For a moment, boars bolted and wolves ran, countless wild fruits fell with a rustle from the mountains and rivers, some into the water, others into the soil.

A wave of sound named Pure Yang swept higher and higher, surging toward even more distant lands.

Within two thousand meters of the Daoist, a long-tongued ghost was suddenly touched by such Pure Yang sound waves, and on the spot, it burst with fright and its soul fled into the nether.

Pure Yang! Pure Yang! Pure Yang! Pure Yang!

Standing beneath the thousand-foot waterfall, with eyes wide and muscles knotted, the Daoist chanted Pure Yang four more times, then fell silent and suddenly opened his mouth wide. He took a fierce inhale towards the rising sun, his hands forming a complex and mysterious hand seal.

The Daoist's body was enveloped in steaming blood Qi, even as the thousand-foot waterfall roared down, not a single drop of spray could touch him.

Under the Daoist's actions, countless streaks of purple Qi from the far-off sun, as if drawn by some unfathomable force, surged into the Daoist's body like a whale gulping water.

With the addition of the purple Qi to the Inner Qi, combined with the powerful spirit and mental force, the pale cyan Inner Qi continually transformed in the direction of a deep cyan color, until the transformation was complete.

However, this was not the end.

An even more ferocious change was occurring all of a sudden.

With the purple Qi enveloping him, Inner Qi trembling, spirit and will thundering in the void, the combination of the three triggered a profound and mysterious transformation.

Like 3D printing, a deep cyan-colored, three-meter-tall, gigantic but illusory Qi silhouette gradually emerged around the Daoist.

At first, it was just large feet, followed by lower legs and thighs, and then the waist, abdomen, and chest, finally reaching the neck.

This alteration struggled to continue when it came to shaping the head, as if running out of power toward the end.

Seeing this, the Daoist fiercely slapped his chest, threw his arms wide, and looked up to the sky with a roar!

Two deep red lines shot up from his torso to his brow, forming a beautiful and complex pattern, full of profound mystery.

All the visible light in the sky started to rush into the deep cyan Qi silhouette around the Daoist, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, completing the final transformation.

The deep cyan Qi silhouette's head was finally formed.

In the last moments, the Daoist stood two meters tall beneath the thousand-foot waterfall, untouched by a single drop of water.

His body's muscles were like a top sculptor's masterpiece, pleasing to the eye, neither too swollen nor too solid, exuding both a sense of strength and hardness.

On his brow were two mysterious red patterns intertwining, the red lines shimmering faintly, as if some mystery was gestating within.

Surrounding the Daoist was a three-meter-tall, deep cyan Qi silhouette, majestic and towering.

Around the silhouette, the deep cyan Inner Qi undulated and adorned.

The Daoist looked up, gazing into the sky.

The illusory Qi around him moved in sync with his intentions, also looking up.

As the transformation completed, a burst of extremely contented laughter came from the Daoist.

Utter bliss.

With a loud "haha," he let out a long howl.

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True Yang Spirit!

The Daoist under the waterfall stamped one foot, and in an instant, he shot up into the sky, ascending against the waterfall, reaching the origin above in a blink.

The memory halted abruptly there.

Yi Chen felt as if he had just watched a sped-up stream-of-consciousness movie, countless enlightenments emerging in his mind, as if he had really gone through years of cultivation.

Through false cultivation reflecting the true, under the reflection of his spirit, Yi Chen's inner qi also began to transform, from light blue to deep blue, completing the change in just a few breaths.

True Pure Yang Skill ninth layer, achieved!

At this moment, with the circulation of the deep blue inner qi, earth-shaking changes were beginning to take place inside Yi Chen's body.

His muscles tore and reassembled continuously, each fiber becoming tougher than aircraft arrestor cable material. The cells bonded even more tightly. His formerly slightly bulky muscles became like that of the Daoist in the memory fragment, as if sculpted by a top-notch artist.

Powerful yet not bulky, at first glance, they radiated solidity and strength.

Even his bones, under the constant washing of the deep blue inner qi, were tinged with a hint of blue. More and more strange patterns crept across his skeleton, linking his whole body.

Yi Chen thought his physique, which he believed difficult to improve, became increasingly powerful under the flow of the deep blue inner qi. The density heightened further, making his normal stature return to two meters with no increase, but he now emitted an awe-inspiring presence far surpassing that from before.

Strength, a wildly ferocious strength, surged within him.

Compared to before the breakthrough, he felt he had entered a completely new world.

A flash of joy sparkled in Yi Chen's eyes.

True Pure Yang Skill ninth layer, not bad!

With a thought, a virtual light screen panel appeared on his retina.

[Name: Yi Chen]

[Lifespan: 18/261]

[Strength: 82, {Strength-Breaking Realm once: Penetration lv1 (force comes with shaking, penetration effect) Vitality lv1 (strength attribute effect increased by 20%)}

Stamina: 77, {Body-Breaking Realm once: Excess Storage lv1 (after full energy storage, the total amount of stamina and inner qi triples) Overload Recovery lv1 (stamina consumption doubles, muscle self-healing ability improved by five times)}

Spirit: 67, {Spirit-Breaking Realm once: Divine Defense lv1 (solidify spirit, enhance defense against soul-type spell attacks.)}

Agility: 67, {Agility-Breaking Realm once: Agility Level 1 (agility attribute effect increased by 10%)}

[Cultivation Technique: True Pure Yang Skill ninth layer (Traits: Strengthening the body, Intense heat, Divine Power, Warding off evil, Toughness, Recovering qi, Ignition, True Yang, Unparalleled). Active Skill: True Yang Overwhelming (Blue flames burn the sky, applied to oneself, greatly improves physical condition and inner qi activity, enhanced ability to break spells, duration thirty minutes, no weakness period)

Active Skill: Soul Ignition Technique (The most intense burning is ignition, igniting one's potential, burning life span in exchange for might, currently igniting three years of lifespan for a fifty percent increase in strength and inner qi, up to a maximum of five times the strength increase.)

Active Skill: True Yang Spirit (When essence and qi merge, qi and spirit merge, the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit become one, called spirit – by consuming a significant amount of qi energy, summon one's True Yang Spirit, gaining boundless strength, the ability to break spells, solidity, and divine presence, lasts for eight minutes.)

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[Cultivation Technique: Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique fourth layer (Traits: Eagle Vision, Night Vision, Yin Qi Perception, Heart Reflection lv1, Malevolent Intent Perception lv1.)]

[Passive Skills: Danqing Painting Skill lv1, Auspicious Event Host lv2, Funeral Host lv3. Culinary Skill lv3]

[Origin Point: 0]

[Deep Red Value: 156.]

Force! Force! Force!

Such augmentation is truly terrifying.

The foundation for stability and life is even more robust now.

This breakthrough not only completely replenished the ten years of lifespan lost due to the Soul Ignition Technique but also added fifty years, reaching a staggering 261 years.

Such a deal could truly be called a huge profit. There's no need to say more about the four-dimensional data; all have gone through a significant increase.

Especially the two major attributes of strength and stamina, they are now within reach of the second breakthrough.

After the inner qi turned deep blue, the duration of True Yang Overwhelming reached an impressive thirty minutes, but the bigger gain was—

The new active skill, True Yang Spirit!

In Yi Chen's previous memories, when he unleashed True Yang Spirit, his strength was terrifyingly immense, even slightly stronger than after he'd pushed the Soul Ignition Technique to its limit.

This allowed Yi Chen to truly step through the gates of the True Person Realm of refining the spirit to transcend the physical.

"The scenes in the memory are ultimately one step removed from the real me; why not try the might of the True Yang Spirit?"

A thought suddenly sprouted in Yi Chen's mind.

No time like the present, Yi Chen looked at the defensive formation barrier, grinned fiercely, and thought activated the spell.

"True Yang Spirit!" he roared in his mind.

The deep blue inner qi surged forth, and a three-meter-tall giant Daoist phantom suddenly appeared over Yi Chen, bearing an identical expression to his, seemingly real and illusory.

Guided by his will, a three-meter giant Daoist, transformed into a deep blue radiant light, swung his fist fiercely against the formation barrier.

"Burst open for me!" Yi Chen bellowed as he smashed his fist onto the formation barrier.

Ripples exploded!

Then the ripples faded away...

Yi Chen's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

This one doesn't count.

ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!

Yi Chen, enveloped by the phantom around him, kept throwing punches, for a moment his qi energy roared like raging waves, pounding the formation barrier like a tsunami.

One minute later, the barrier's color faded, became translucent, clear, and then disappeared.

The four thick iron pillars supporting the formation exploded violently, breaking into three segments.

The formation is broken!

The Daoist is out!