Under the immense surge of Golden Divine Power, He Yiming’s spirit grew increasingly hazy, as if he had drifted into the most beautiful dream.

In this sweet reverie, he was instantly transformed into a true God-level expert. Besides him, there were no other such powers in the world. Every motion, every gesture he made commanded the irresistible might of heaven and earth. Before him, all beings were nothing more than insignificant ants, capable of being utterly annihilated with a mere flick of his finger.

In this dream, the power of heaven and earth was no longer depleted as it was now; instead, it was infinite and inexhaustible, a supply he could spend limitlessly without ever drawing it dry.

He Yiming wielded the might of heaven and earth as he pleased in this realm, forcing all opposition to bow at his feet.

However, just as he achieved unrivaled supremacy, a magical island suddenly drifted into view.

This was not some divine weapon or artifact; it was an island, a genuine island.

Gazing upon the creatures inhabiting it, He Yiming vaguely surmised that this must be the Divine Island from beyond the outer seas that his heart had always yearned for.

Standing before this island, He Yiming suddenly found his confidence wavering.

He took a deep breath, and an overwhelming flood of negative emotion surged inward, instantly swallowing his reason.

He commanded the might of heaven and earth, ceaselessly hurling it toward the approaching mass; spheres imbued with colossal power rained down mercilessly upon the Divine Island.

Yet, upon that island seemed to reside an immensely powerful entity. He Yiming couldn't even clearly make out a single figure, as all his attacks were neutralized in an instant.

A chilling sensation seeped into his heart, causing He Yiming’s body to tremble violently.

Finally, He Yiming snapped back to awareness. The first thing he saw was that he had truly left his physical body and was hovering suspended a short distance above it.

He gasped, drawing in a sharp breath. To tell the truth, he had witnessed the phenomenon of the soul before.

The peak Human Dao expert, Garfield, had communicated with him in a similar manner just before his final moments, so he was not unfamiliar with spirits, even adapting to the sight with surprising calm.

But that familiarity was predicated on the understanding that the soul floating there was not his own.

To open one's eyes and find one's own soul detached, watching one's body lie inert nearby—that sensation was unequivocally unbearable.

After a long while, He Yiming finally calmed down. He vaguely recalled that he had intentionally entered that field of Golden Divine Power, aiming to help the other forces within his body suppress the tyrannical combined might of Light and Darkness.

Under this pincer attack, the Light-Dark Synergy was finally breached, allowing the external Golden Divine Power to pour into his Dantian, settling there successfully.

It was at this precise moment that He Yiming was subjected to an overdose of Golden Divine Power.

That vast, seemingly boundless Golden Divine Power enveloped him like a colossal net, trapping him firmly, rendering escape impossible.

In that instant, he seemed to understand Franklin’s past feelings—a sensation of extreme, exquisite pleasure so intense that they were willing to pay any price just to remain in that state.

Given He Yiming’s unique physique, he should have been largely immune to the influence of Divine Power. However, his current condition was different: all his energy had been spent counteracting the Light-Dark Synergy, draining too much of He Yiming’s vital essence and the power of his Chaotic Dantian. This depletion allowed the formidable Golden Power to exploit the vulnerability, successfully breeding in He Yiming the illusion of omnipotence.

Once immersed in such a feeling, a person’s very life essence is essentially forfeit.

No one could resist the seduction of the Dao of the Gods, and He Yiming was no exception. As his body filled with the omnipresent Golden Divine Power, he began to lose himself, gradually succumbing to the intoxication.

Furthermore, the most crucial point was that He Yiming could now successfully absorb and wield the might of heaven and earth.

Compared to Franklin of the past, he was infinitely more powerful. Thus, when presented with a chance to ascend a further step, his very intention exited his body, beginning the process of forging a new form using the Divine Power.

However, in this world, the available power of heaven and earth was drastically inferior. For a successful body forging, relying on a single element of Divine Power was utterly insufficient.

If He Yiming had continued down this path, his ultimate fate would have been the same as Franklin’s: bursting apart and dying.

Di Shitian and the other two could not fathom how He Yiming managed to achieve soul departure and divine body forging, but they knew one thing for certain: He Yiming had no chance of success.

Over millennia, countless predecessors and the most elite Saint Beasts possessing divine beast bloodlines served as grim warnings. If they lost patience, or attempted to force their way into the God Dao before their natural limits arrived, the outcome was invariably death or a ruptured Dantian.

Beyond those two possibilities, there were no others.

Yet, within He Yiming’s mind resided another supremely powerful presence.

This was the God Dao Blood Condensation Man. If it had been an ordinary Blood Condensation Man, it would have been a mere puppet, oblivious and unresponsive to whatever changes befell He Yiming’s body. Should He Yiming have died, their shared consciousness would have simply dissipated.

But the Blood Condensation Man within He Yiming’s mind was vastly different.

Possessing a God Dao Relic, this being had developed a degree of wisdom and judgment far exceeding its common counterparts, a capacity that seemed to grow stronger with the passage of time.

Sensing He Yiming’s perilous state, the consciousness of the God Dao Blood Condensation Man immediately took the initiative. It constantly linked with He Yiming’s intent, and the two began to communicate in a manner utterly undetectable to others.

This sudden surge of mental contact was like a bucket of ice water poured directly over his head, shocking He Yiming out of the profound ecstasy of Divine Power.

Upon regaining clarity, He Yiming instantly recognized his predicament, and the shock he felt was immeasurable.

Comparing the surrounding flow of heaven and earth power to the surging Divine Power was like comparing a drop of water to the ocean—the disparity was astronomical.

In an instant, He Yiming understood: without sufficient support from the power of heaven and earth, if he continued to absorb the Golden Divine Power, the inevitable result would be his body being completely inflated and shattered by that very force.

He took a deep, steadying breath and immediately halted his suicidal course. His ethereal soul did not continue to draw in the Golden Divine Power; instead, it slowly began to release it back out.

In truth, any master throughout history who achieved soul departure and maintained their sanity could perform this action with relative ease. But once seduced by the Divine Power, once tasting the overwhelming might that did not belong to humanity, who among them could rely solely on their own strength to break free?

Moreover, those individuals or Saint Beasts who chose to force the breakthrough into the God Dao were already past the point of retreat; even if they stopped their advancement, they wouldn't have much longer to live anyway. Thus, even if clear-headed, they were forced to grit their teeth and press on.

He Yiming was different. He possessed a magnificent future ahead of him; there was no way he would willingly choose this path, one fraught with almost certain death, under these circumstances.

As he slowly expelled the Divine Power and his soul returned to his body, he let out a long sigh laden with complex emotion.

Just moments ago, he had been infinitesimally close to the God Dao, as if he had touched the very threshold. With just a gentle push, a single step, he could have easily crossed into that realm.

But only he understood the danger involved. If he had persisted, the outcome awaiting him would certainly not have been pleasant.

Within his physical body, True Qi surged fiercely. The four elements, now supported by the inexhaustible Golden Divine Power, had decisively gained the upper hand, suppressing the Light-Dark Synergy to the point where it couldn't even lift its head.

He couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—the Light-Dark Synergy had been utterly tyrannical and ruthless in its contests against the other elemental powers. If the light of divine artifacts and the Divine Power itself hadn't been incapable of purification, the Light-Dark Synergy would have driven them out long ago.

However, the situation had now undergone a complete, dramatic reversal; the roles of attack and defense had completely flipped.

He paused, contemplating for a moment, then his body suddenly shot forward.

Although he could see the others gathered at the mountain peak, at this moment, he desired solitude. He felt a peculiar sensation: after the recent upheaval, the power of the Light-Dark Synergy could no longer suppress all other forces as it had before.

Therefore, he wished to test whether he had regained control over the Five Element Divine Powers.

His speed was incredible; with a few rapid movements, he had already moved far ahead.

“Great Elder…” The voice of the Divine Calculator suddenly rang out.

He Yiming could sense the tension, excitement, and concern—a myriad of complex emotions contained within that call. He felt deeply moved. Though the old man was cunning and full of stratagems that even He Yiming harbored caution toward, the elder’s genuine concern for him was utterly sincere and without artifice.

“Elder Divine Calculator, rest assured, He will return shortly.”

Before the words fully faded, he had already vanished into the deep mountains, disappearing from the threads of their sight.

On the distant mountaintop, the assembled figures exchanged glances. Whether it was the mighty Di Shitian, the wise Divine Calculator, or the revered Ji Mofan Shu, who commanded awe across the land, all felt a profound sense of bewilderment.

“He… did not suffer qi deviation.” Ji Mofan Shu finally spoke. “But how did he manage it?”

Di Shitian offered a wry smile; that was indeed a difficult question to answer.

The Divine Calculator pondered briefly before finally revealing a smile of relief.

Ji Mofan Shu pressed him sternly, “Divine Calculator, you divined the outcome?”

“No,” the Divine Calculator replied without hesitation.

A hint of suspicion crossed Ji Mofan Shu’s eyes. If he hadn't divined it, why was the man smiling so radiantly?

Seemingly sensing the old assassin’s thoughts, the Divine Calculator chuckled, “Sect Master of the Yellow Springs, Elder He’s life has been filled with too many miracles; a few more are hardly surprising.”

Ji Mofan Shu was instantly silenced. He immediately recalled He Yiming’s actual age, and his facial muscles twitched involuntarily. He couldn't help but muse, Have I truly grown old...