As this strength gradually permeated through his skin, even He Yiming, with his formidable composure, could not help but let out a long, drawn-out groan.

The sensation was a hundred times more exquisite than basking in the sun on the coldest winter day.

Though He Yiming had no true comprehension of what it felt like to be a fetus within a mother’s womb, the experience currently enveloping him seemed akin to that very wonder.

His form sank deeply into the expanse of crimson mist. The Divine Dao Book in his hand had long since closed, yet He Yiming’s mental consciousness soared within its pages.

This was vastly different from his previous experiences; his spirit was no longer tethered to a single page but roamed back and forth across the entirety of the book.

Naturally, in his current state, the range of his wandering was confined only to those few pages detailing the Mist Art of the Divine Dao.

He Yiming hadn't dedicated extensive research to the Mist Art. This was because he already possessed an overabundance of powerful cultivation methods; once he ascended to the peak of the Human Dao, this Mist Art, only truly effective during desperate escapes, had become somewhat superfluous.

However, in this moment, as his entire being immersed itself in the mist, his perspective underwent an extremely subtle shift. He realized that if the Mist Art were interwoven with the power of the Five Elements, it would transform into an unparalleled, devastating weapon.

While this might not yet rival the awesome might of Heaven and Earth itself, he felt an intense conviction that once he successfully integrated the Mist Art within the Five Elements, it would undoubtedly yield astonishing and profound utility.

As He Yiming was grasping these wondrous principles, the Water Divine Power within his Dantian continued to gather, growing denser. Yet, due to the conduit between the inside and outside, this Water Divine Power existed entirely in the form of mist. Although it was gradually melding into the Five Elements, it remained frustratingly short of achieving the Great Perfection state.

If He Yiming had been conscious now, he would have instinctively moved to fuse all the Five Element Divine Powers together. But at this juncture, his entire focus was utterly captivated by the Mist Art in the Divine Dao Book and the surrounding crimson vapor, leaving him no inclination to attend to anything else.

Slowly, faint, wisps of an enigmatic power began to emanate from He Yiming’s body, dancing in the air like countless fine threads.

The crimson mist surrounding him remained initially unmoved, but as the rotation speed of these threads accelerated, the mist began to churn in response.

The Seven-Colored Palace was a valley established by the Ice Palace during the Divine Dao era, containing the finest training grounds laid out by the masters of that age for their descendants.

Since the vanishing of the Divine Dao, every cultivator who had trained there over the millennia had failed to bring about even the slightest alteration to the lake veiled in the seven-colored radiance.

They could meditate upon the power of the gods on the lakeshore, immerse their bodies and vital energy in the waters for tempering, or even utilize their intent to achieve marvelous communion with the seven-colored light in the heavens.

Yet, for thousands of years, not a single soul, not even peak Human Dao experts like the successive Palace Masters, had managed to agitate the lake’s waters shrouded in the seven colors.

They remained like immense, immovable deities, each guarding its designated territory, upholding some inexplicable law.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet—these seven hues each held their distinct domain, never clashing.

But this established record was utterly shattered today. As He Yiming progressed step by step from the intensely cold, frigid violet ice-water to the boiling, red, misty water, his Chaotic Dantian had already absorbed the Water Divine Powers corresponding to all seven different standards.

Simply absorbing the Divine Power itself would have been unremarkable. But the Chaotic Dantian possessed an almost heaven-defying ability: it actually managed to fuse these disparate forms of Water Divine Power together.

Water takes no permanent shape, but regardless of its transformation, its fundamental origin remains water.

Only the mighty Chaotic Dantian had the capacity to forge these varied manifestations of water into a unified whole.

Now, immersed within the red, misty water, He Yiming’s current focus was entirely on the Mist Art. Thus, when he unconsciously began circulating his vital energy, he immediately spurred the surrounding mist into motion.

Slowly, the red vapor began to encroach upon the territories of the other colors.

These seven colors were originally meant to flow separately, never crossing boundaries, but under the guidance of the Divine Power within his Chaotic Dantian, they began to fall into genuine disarray.

Without any prior warning, the red force invaded the orange, the yellow, the green, and finally reached the violet domain.

Even the intensely chilling violet ice-water could not halt the onslaught of the red mist.

He Yiming’s spiritual consciousness had yet to withdraw from the Divine Dao Book, but an unconscious, joyous smile spread across his face.

His mastery over the mist had become remarkably thorough; above his head, a seven-colored flower of cloud and mist had coalesced.

Cloud and mist are fundamentally unified, possessing a distinction of upper and lower strata, yet within that single Divine Dao Book, these two aspects had been ingeniously linked.

At this instant, as the flower of cloud and mist formed, it instantaneously broke the equilibrium of the seven-colored radiance.

He Yiming straightened his posture, extending his hand in a gentle sweep. The seven-colored radiance immediately dimmed before instantly transforming into a powerful surge of water energy that slammed into his body.

His frame began to tremble slightly—the oscillation was minute, but with every tremor, a portion of the seven-colored radiance's power was absorbed. At this moment, the meridians within him were being tested by the impact of the Water Divine Power; even his Chaotic Dantian endured the strain.

Unprecedented strength poured into his body through this miraculous conduit. He was like a bottomless pit, absorbing the millennia-old baptism of Divine Power.

His mental consciousness grew ever clearer and more crystalline, inducing in him an urge to soar skyward in a single leap.

His soul stirred restlessly within him, seemingly wanting to break free from his body once more to forge flesh with Divine Power. However, the sliver of intellect that remained within He Yiming held fast to his brow point, preventing him from committing an unforgivable, catastrophic error.

While fully reveling in the influx of Water Divine Power, he remained entirely unaware that the entire Ice Palace was being rocked by cataclysmic waves.

The sheer magnitude of Divine Power emanating from the Seven-Colored Palace, the Ice Palace’s most mysterious valley, was simply unbelievable.

According to historical records spanning ages, only three thousand years ago, when the Ice Palace faced imminent annihilation, did the Palace Master of that generation employ a secret technique to unlock the Seven-Colored Palace, releasing an endless torrent of Water Divine Power, causing power to leak out then.

But now, no external enemy was invading, nor had any secret art been used to activate the Palace; yet, this massive leakage of power was undeniably real.

With rapid, flashing movements, five peak Human Dao experts arrived at the entrance to the Seven-Colored Palace.

Far off, White Horse Lightning and the Precious Pig showed no signs of panic, for they held absolute faith in He Yiming. Only the Qilin Beast let out a low cry in this direction, but until the Qilin Holy Master signaled, it had no interest in interfering with human affairs.

“Brother Bing, what is happening here?” Zi Duli asked in a deep voice.

Bing Xiaotian’s face was ashen, a hint of grim tension visible on his fair features. “It’s He Yiming. I don’t know what cultivation art he is practicing, but he is disturbing the Seven-Colored Radiance.”

The hearts of the onlookers tightened. They knew this place was the source of the Water Divine Power.

This was also where the Ice Palace concealed its ultimate strength, power that was forbidden to be unleashed unless the Ice Palace faced extinction.

Furthermore, to successfully trigger the Water Divine Power here, only the secret methods practiced by the Ice Palace Master could achieve it.

But now, gazing upon the miraculous scene unfolding within the valley, a profound sense of awe washed over them. This He Yiming was truly inconceivable; could he have somehow cultivated even the Ice Palace’s most cryptic control techniques?

The Qilin Holy Master’s gaze shifted continuously. After a long pause, he stated gravely, “Brother Bing, what must be done now?”

This was, after all, the Ice Palace’s domain. Since such a bizarre event had occurred, the decision on how to proceed naturally fell to Bing Xiaotian.

The Ice Palace Master’s expression flickered between red and green. After a moment of hesitation, he finally said, “Gentlemen, He Yiming is currently absorbing the Ice Palace’s Seven-Colored Water Power. Doing so is not inherently an issue, but human capacity has its limits; it is fundamentally impossible to completely contain all of this power. If we stand idly by, the tragedy of three thousand years ago will repeat itself…”

The expressions of the others changed slightly; it was clear they had all heard the legend from three millennia past.

“There are five of us here. Can we stop him?” Ao Borui inquired hesitantly.

As he spoke those words, his confidence was noticeably lacking. After all, they were not just facing He Yiming, but the colossal bulk of the Water Divine Power itself.

Bing Xiaotian took a deep, steadying breath, his expression gradually returning to normal.

Since the event had transpired, regret was useless, and in an instant, he regained his composure.

“Gentlemen, rest assured. Without our sect’s specific Heart Method for control, he can only absorb the Water Divine Power at this moment; he cannot truly command this force.” He paused, then added with solemnity, “We only need to sever his connection with the external Water Divine Power, and everything will return to normal.”

Every one of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If He Yiming could truly command the Water Divine Power, even their combined assault would be futile. But if the goal was merely to sever his link to the external source, the situation was entirely different.

“Move,” Liu Changju nodded. His nature was inherently fiery, and once a decision was made, he immediately put it into action.

He stepped forward, positioning himself at the very front of the group. His entire vital energy surged forth like a mighty tide, and his body seemed to ripple with crimson waves.

His Fire Element power was instantly pushed to its absolute limit, so much so that even the surrounding air appeared drastically affected.

Then, he lightly rubbed his palms together, and a visible, red wave of heat rolled forth, sweeping toward He Yiming’s location.