On an unnamed planet. The night hemisphere. The civilization level here was akin to Earth’s ancient Middle Ages, yet the architecture was exceptionally exquisite and strikingly clean.

Despite the relatively low level of civilization, the entire planet possessed a unified harmony, exuding a profound aesthetic of unity between heaven and man. In the capital city of a minor, unremarkable kingdom, a majestic river, a hundred meters wide, snaked through the city whose total population barely exceeded three hundred thousand. The sky was moonless and starless, choked with thick, dark clouds.

On the inky black surface of the river, a single small skiff floated silently. The surging current battered the boat, but it failed to move the craft, which had not dropped anchor, even an inch. At the bow, Gu Wuchen, clad in an antique tailcoat and holding a fishing rod, sat upright on a small stool, engrossed in night fishing.

Of course, the river’s turbulence was so intense that even he, a great powerhouse standing just a single step shy of sainthood, could not be certain of catching a single fish. On the deck beside his left foot, the diminutive Chaos Bell, shrunk to the size of a clenched fist, hung suspended from a wind lantern. The Chaos Bell was inverted like a boiling pot, and inside it swirled a viscous, liquefied form of chaotic spiritual energy.

The completely unclothed Auspicious Celestial Maiden resembled a tiny shrimp struggling within this liquid, writhing in a space that appeared barely two inches wide to the observers, yet was boundless to her. The wick of the wind lantern bore a striking flame, clearly demarcated in black and white: the Yin-Extreme Candle Flame and the Yang-Extreme Blazing Flame intertwined, searing the Chaos Bell. The forces of absolute Yin and absolute Yang pierced through the bell; the liquefied chaotic spiritual energy inside would instantaneously freeze or boil.

The Auspicious Celestial Maiden emitted sharp shrieks from time to time as she struggled mightily, yet she could not break free. Encircled by the supreme Chaos Laws of this alien, new universe, even the Auspicious Celestial Maiden, with her incomparably powerful innate divine abilities, could not escape the Chaos Bell. Gu Wuchen twitched his fishing rod, quickly reeling it in.

The glittering hook had only managed to snag a few strands of water grass and a single fish scale. He gave a wry smile, haphazardly threaded an earthworm onto the hook, and cast it back into the river. Gu Wuchen resumed his quiet vigil.

After another quarter of an hour, the Chaos Bell suddenly unleashed a myriad of thunderbolts. Tens of thousands of extremely fine chaotic thunder-flames scorched the Auspicious Celestial Maiden’s body, leaving it charred and rotten. She let out a mournful cry, weakly grasping at the air with both hands, before softly sinking back into the liquefied spiritual energy.

Gu Xiechen sneered, “Still refusing to talk? You truly have endurance. To withstand the Yin-Extreme soul-refining and Yang-Extreme body-burning for over a hundred years?” With a light sigh, Gu Wuchen spoke in a measured tone, “Your companions, they have already forgotten you.

Why cling to silence for their sake? You suffer here while they enjoy freedom outside. Do you think that is fair?

One hundred and twenty-seven years, and they haven't come to rescue you!” The Auspicious Celestial Maiden struggled, revealing half her face from the liquefied spiritual energy. She looked up at the sky and roared fiercely, “What is a mere one hundred and twenty-seven years? To us, the Leimo, ten thousand years, a million years, is but the flick of an eyelid.” He let out a few cold laughs, and the Auspicious Celestial Maiden continued, her voice laced with chilling malice, “When our great work is done, when Vishnu and the others achieve their full divine might, they will rescue me, and you—you will surely be killed.

Your wife, that woman named Fuya7ming, will also be taken from you!” Gazing coldly at the Auspicious Celestial Maiden, Gu Wuchen sighed mournfully, “Are you sure they will come for you?” The Auspicious Celestial Maiden suddenly burst into laughter, rocking back and forth like a delicate flower swaying in the wind. After laughing for a long time, the Auspicious Celestial Maiden spoke faintly, “Of course. Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu—they will all come to save me!” Wriggling her body with triumphant pride, the Auspicious Celestial Maiden chuckled softly, “Because they are all infatuated with me.

When I first emerged from the Sea of Milk, I captivated every god and demon; the Asuras and the Devas alike adored me!” Looking at the Auspicious Celestial Maiden with utter indifference, Gu Wuchen stated calmly, “Well then, perhaps I should consider permanently destroying your beauty. A disfigured Auspicious Celestial Maiden—would she still be so beloved?” He gestured, and the Chaos Bell vibrated gently. The Auspicious Celestial Maiden instantly cried out in agony as countless arcs of lightning shot out around her body, causing her to pass out from the pain.

This time, she sank deep into the Chaos Bell, and a long while passed before her head reappeared. The small curtain of the cabin door stirred, and Fuya7ming, dressed in a long black gown, stepped out slowly. She glanced at the Chaos Bell with a frown and said coldly, “Still refusing to say anything, this woman?” Gu Xiechen let out a long sigh and casually tossed the fishing rod into the river.

He reached out and pulled Fuya7ming close, saying placidly, “If she won't talk, she won't talk. Our people are keeping watch on the Dharma Protectors anyway; we don't fear them causing trouble.” He gave Fuya7ming a gentle kiss on her crimson lips and chuckled lightly, “This is our vacation, just the two of us. If you feel like it, we’ll travel around; if you’re unhappy, we’ll torment the Auspicious Celestial Maiden a bit.

Don't dwell on other matters.” Fuya7ming smiled, looping her arms around Gu Wuchen’s, and leaned quietly into his embrace. One hundred and twenty-seven years ago, Gu Wuchen had engaged in 'bloody combat,' 'paying a heavy price,' only to 'drive away Shiva with the deterrence provided by the Monkey King and Yang Jian.' For these one hundred and twenty-seven years, Gu Wuchen and Fuya7ming had become hands-off managers, traveling randomly across the vast skies, seeking out charming, picturesque planets for leisurely tours—truly carefree and joyful living. During these years, Gu Wuchen relentlessly interrogated the Auspicious Celestial Maiden, attempting to squeeze out the Dharma Protectors’ entire plan.

However, the Auspicious Celestial Maiden proved incredibly difficult to handle. Although sealed within the Chaos Bell, all soul-searching and spirit-extracting dark arts were ineffective against her. Torturing her with the powers of Yin-Extreme and Yang-Extreme: if the force was too weak, she simply ignored it; if the force was too strong, she immediately fainted.

This slippery yet utterly stubborn individual left Gu Wuchen helpless, to his chagrin. Fortunately, among the Dharma Protectors, only Shiva had caused a scene that day; the rest dared not approach the Spiral Star Domain again. Gu Wuchen was content to enjoy his private time with Fuya7ming, completely disregarding the trivial matters of the Nine Hells Path.

Over the one hundred and twenty-seven years of wandering, Gu Wuchen had taken another huge stride toward Sainthood. His cultivation base far exceeded the limit required for breaking through to the Saint Realm. Yet, he lacked that final touch, unable to truly step across that threshold into that profound state.

Just that little bit short. It was as if a hydrogen balloon, filled to the brim, was poised to ascend high into the sky but lacked that final tiny something—as if a string tethered the balloon to the ground, holding Gu Wuchen back, preventing his effortless transcendence. But what exactly this tether was, Gu Wuchen himself could not discern.

During these hundred-plus years, Fuya7ming cultivated alongside Gu Wuchen. She received instruction in numerous profound magical arts and divine powers from him, benefitted from his personal lectures on the profound essence of the Great Dao, and Gu Wuchen even spared his vital essence to aid her cultivation. Coupled with the great achievement of her Indestructible Primordial Yellow Body, and the large amounts of Pangu True Blood Gu Wuchen bestowed upon her to forge her Pangu True Form, Fuya7ming’s power progressed astonishingly over this period.

Her strength was now no less than Gu Wuchen's when he first returned from the Chaos Space. The couple had both reached the Quasi-Saint Realm simultaneously. Such a speed of cultivation would be staggering even in the primeval wilderness of ancient times, amidst the multitudes of primeval gods and demons.

But Gu Wuchen seemed to absorb the very essence of heaven and earth into himself; the seemingly impossible became reality in his hands. The couple sat quietly at the bow, and the pitch-black night seemed to transform into something warm and bright, a gentle aura enveloping the entire world. A hundred meters ahead of their small boat, spanning the great river, was a bridge.

Constructed from white stones, the bridge possessed an exquisite, balanced design—truly magnificent. Just as they were immersed in this indescribable warmth and affection, the sound of clashing metal echoed from one side of the bridge. A splendid, four-wheeled chariot with three pairs of horses charged onto the bridge like lightning.

Seven or eight fully armed men stood flanking the chariot, wielding sharp swords and engaging in thrusts and slashes with a group of men pursuing them on horseback. Among the horsemen, the one charging at the very front was a burly man with a full beard, a scar running from his left brow all the way to the corner of his mouth, making him look terrifyingly like a crawling centipede. The giant man roared in fury, swinging a three-headed flail at a young man in the last carriage, “You bastard!

Release my daughter! Kidnapping the daughter of Military Minister Xidusheng in the Imperial Capital—you are all doomed! I swear it, you are all doomed, Andre!” The handsome, pale-faced youth clinging to the side of the carriage nervously watched the burly man.

Every time the giant brought his flail down, the youth’s rapier would flash out with incredible speed, deflecting the flail so it bounced away, preventing it from striking him. It was clear the youth’s skill far surpassed the giant’s, yet he only defended and never attacked, leaving him constantly in peril, nearly struck by the flail several times. Whenever this happened, a delicate, sweet shriek would invariably come from within the foremost carriage.

What kind of drama was this? Gu Wuchen and Fuya7ming exchanged astonished glances. Fuya7ming frowned, about to unleash a single strike.

Whoever dared to shatter the romantic atmosphere between her and Gu Wuchen deserved immediate death! Gu Xiechen quickly restrained Fuya7ming’s hand, chuckling softly, “This seems rather interesting. Is this a kidnapping?” With a few casual gestures, Gu Wuchen pointed a finger, and the axle shafts of all three carriages instantly snapped.

The draught horses cried out and bolted rapidly, but an invisible, soft cushion seemed to catch the three carriages ahead, allowing them to decelerate at a uniform rate and settle slowly in the exact center of the bridge. “Ha! You are all doomed!

Andre, you dogs of the Feltom family, daring to abduct my daughter? I swear to annihilate your entire lineage, hehe, Hahahaha!” Seeing this sudden turn of events, the scarred giant began to laugh heartily. Over a hundred elite warriors behind him cheered and spurred their horses forward, encircling the three carriages.

The far end of the bridge suddenly burst into bright light as nearly a hundred knights galloped forward. Leading them was an elderly man with thinning, white hair. Dressed in opulent robes, the old man shouted loudly, rushing forward with his knights, confronting the warriors led by the scarred giant across the three carriages.

The scarred giant glared at the old man in fury and roared, “Old man Feltom, your grandson has kidnapped my daughter!” The old man returned the glare just as angrily and roared back, “Nonsense! You are clearly framing my only grandson! Though our two families are sworn enemies, no member of the Feltom family would commit such a shameful act!” The scarred giant and the old man glared at each other fiercely.

Just as their anger reached a boiling point and they seemed ready to order their knights to attack, the front carriage suddenly opened. A young woman, clad in a trench coat, wearing a hood, and cradling an infant in her arms, stepped out and cried out loudly, “Enough! The truth is completely different from what you claim!

Andre and I have a child!” The scarred giant froze; the old man gaped. Gu Wuchen and Fuya7ming looked at each other, equally stunned. Fuya7ming muttered under her breath, “Such a melodramatic plot.” Gu Xiechen, however, stroked his chin thoughtfully, muttering low, “They have a baby?

Alas, this scarred fellow is truly unfit to be a father; his own daughter had his grandchild, and he didn't even know? Ah, soldiers are truly crude folk!” Fuya7ming laughed and playfully struck Gu Wuchen a few times, but then she suddenly stared blankly at the swaddling clothes held by the young woman, lost in thought. Gu Wuchen also frowned; his internal power suddenly surged like a tide, and his Three Corpses’ Primordial Spirits became restless simultaneously.

Streams of black and white energy rushed up from above his head, swirling and intertwining rapidly, slowly evolving into a Taiji symbol above his crown. Everyone on the bridge sank to their knees in terror, staring in awe at the divine manifestation unfolding over the river before them. The black and white energy streams shot up like great dragons.

Even in the dark night, the black stream was clearly visible. The energy surged upward for hundreds of miles, coiling above the city to form a massive Taiji diagram nearly a thousand miles in diameter. As the Taiji diagram rotated, countless drops of water, perfectly temperate between hot and cold, drifted down from the void.

These crystalline droplets sprinkled across the entire city. The city, previously shrouded in darkness, gradually began to radiate a brilliant light. Every brick and every blade of grass in the city shone, their miraculous colors illuminating an area spanning over ten thousand li.

A dense aura of life essence enveloped the city. Trees and flowers in the city experienced rapid growth, and even weeds that normally never bloomed burst forth with gorgeous flowers that night. The sick and wounded in the city were completely healed overnight.

All the elderly in the city regained the robust physique of their eighteen-year-old prime. Even those who were obese, bloated, or ugly attained the most perfectly strong and beautiful forms. Their appearances transformed to resemble the heavenly gods among the Asuras, or the most beautiful enchantresses among the Devas.

From this night onward, for tens of thousands of years, this city was known throughout the planet as the City of Miracles. They established a unified temple, and what they worshipped was the Taiji diagram manifested by Gu Wuchen that night. Gu Wuchen felt a stirring in his heart.

The opportunity for cultivators lies just so: an occasional spontaneous realization, even the falling of a single leaf, can bring immense benefit. Merely by looking at that infant, Gu Wuchen could no longer control his power. The Wheel of Balance within him accelerated its rotation; the Yin-Extreme and Yang-Extreme energies fused rapidly, continuously generating novel power.

With Yin merging with Yang, a wondrous vitality of birth and propagation swiftly expanded within Gu Wuchen. Gu Xiechen narrowed his eyes, calculated with his fingers for a moment, then suddenly smiled faintly, pulled Fuya7ming close, and entered the skiff. Soon after, the small boat began to rock gently upon the water.

It rocked evenly, following a steady, rhythmic frequency. A divine thought, extremely abstruse and undetectable by anyone, emanated from the cabin, instantly sweeping across the Three Realms, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and every corner of this cosmic world. Three hazy lotus blossoms materialized above the cabin.

Three months later, the three lotus blossoms slowly withered. Gu Wuchen’s Three Corpses Primordial Spirits gradually manifested from the fading petals. The countenances of the Three Corpses Primordial Spirits became indistinct and hazy, their original appearances now unrecognizable.

Their bodies were like sugar dissolving in hot water, murky and blended with the surrounding void. Days turned into weeks, and after half a year, the blurry forms of the Three Corpses Primordial Spirits suddenly solidified, regaining perfect clarity. One wore a black Taoist robe, another a white Taoist robe, while the central Chaos Primordial Spirit wore a robe that seemed to possess no color yet contained all colors.

The Three Corpses Primordial Spirits all appeared as robed Daoists, sitting solemnly upon a lotus platform formed of chaotic spiritual energy. The eyes of the three Daoists manifested from the Primordial Spirits were hollow and dim, like the oppressive sky on a gloomy, rainy day. Their gazes held the emptiness of "Supreme Indifference," yet intermittent, terrifyingly strange glints flashed within them.

Time continued to flow. Another three years passed, and three new lotus blossoms appeared above the cabin. Following this, Fuya7ming’s Three Corpses Primordial Spirits emerged from those blossoms.

Her three spiritual bodies, just like Gu Wuchen’s three incarnations, first became indistinct and turbid, before becoming exceptionally distinct. Clusters of golden lotuses bloomed upon the river, and in the blink of an eye, the river was covered in golden lotuses the size of water vats. The designation of the City of Miracles was further cemented.

From this day forward, countless believers began to congregate from all corners of the planet, and the city rapidly expanded into a metropolis of over ten million people, vastly boosting the planet’s logistics and administrative governance. After leaving this final miracle for the city, Gu Wuchen and Fuya7ming simultaneously appeared in the boundless Chaos Space. Immeasurable amounts of chaotic spiritual energy surged towards them, rapidly injecting into their bodies.

The Wheel of Balance within Gu Wuchen spun violently, and the Yin-Extreme and Yang-Extreme energies within him were rapidly converted into that chaotic essence. Gradually, not a trace of Yin-Extreme or Yang-Extreme energy remained in Gu Wuchen’s body. Slowly, Gu Wuchen’s Yin-Extreme True Scripture and Yang-Extreme True Scripture began to merge, consolidating into a supreme classic that encompassed both Yin and Yang energies yet vastly surpassed them.

Billions of points of spiritual light shot in from all directions in the void, continuously streaming into Gu Wuchen’s Sea of Consciousness. Every point of light contained a trace, a wisp, of the rules of heaven and earth. Gu Wuchen’s Primordial Spirit operated at lightning speed, constantly digesting and assembling these rules to form his own uniquely understood principles of the Great Dao.

The influx of chaotic spiritual energy gradually formed a cocoon of spiritual energy in the Chaos Space, one-tenth the size of a mortal realm, enveloping Gu Wuchen and Fuya7ming. Naked, the two slept embraced within the cocoon. Time flowed onward relentlessly.

Today’s second chapter remains unfinished; put together, it should total around eighteen or nineteen thousand characters... You all enjoyed it, didn't you? Keep enjoying it...

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