That medicinal elixir, once dissolved within his abdomen, felt like an ice spring flooding his core, surging through every vessel and sinking deep into his heart's center.

For a moment, however, no discernible change manifested within his body.

Zong Shou paid it no mind; the effects of many pills often lay dormant for a time before slowly taking hold.

Then, Lin Xuan Shuang offered a delicate, enchanting smile before forming a precise hand seal, issuing a sharp, clear cry:

“Ten Thousand!”

The sound was low, yet it resonated directly within the marrow of Zong Shou’s skull. He felt his very soul shudder, a wave of dizziness washing over him as his consciousness grew blurred.

He could only hear Lin Xuan Shuang’s voice, cold and perfectly clear: “Since I am your master, I possess the tenets of guidance. Your path of Dao is singular and convoluted, pointing directly to the genesis of the Great Dao—unique in this world. Since I cannot guide you with direct instruction, I can only impart my lifelong learning, teaching you everything I know. Keeping you behind today is done for the sake of ‘the Dharma is not taught to all ears’—”

As the words fell, Lin Xuan Shuang manifested a second hand seal, delicate as a plum blossom.

“Way!”

“The Buddhist path has the techniques of Divine Infusion and the Sudden Enlightenment Stick Strike; the Daoist path possesses the methods of Golden Elixir Transference and the Turning Dream Path Manifestation—all capable of rapidly elevating a disciple. My husband, Xi Zi, dedicated his life to pursuing the Dao of equality among all beings, carrying a grand vow. After encountering constant setbacks in his early years, he concluded that differences in human status stemmed from disparities in worldly strength, wisdom, and diligence. To achieve equality, the best method was for everyone to possess formidable power. Thus, he delved deeply into researching how to enable ordinary people to cultivate martial and Daoist arts.”

Zong Shou gave a wry smile upon hearing this. Everyone cultivating martial and Daoist arts, everyone possessing immense power? He wondered what the ultimate outcome was.

Indeed, if it had succeeded, Xi Zi would not have perished—

As expected, Lin Xuan Shuang continued: “Though my husband abandoned this pursuit midway, he gifted the Cang Sheng Dao an additional secret art. It combines the methods of Buddhism, Daoism, and the Demonic path, named the Spirit Nudge Dream Infiltration Method. If the High Master is willing to expend True Essence, the Great Dao can be transmitted—”

The third seal was cast, and Lin Xuan Shuang uttered the character ‘Rule’ or ‘Order’ (Gui).

“The pill you consumed is also extraordinary. It is called the Profound Enlightenment Pill. Originally refined by Xi Zi, he intended it for a reincarnated friend, but fate turned them into bitter enemies. This pill, combined with the Spirit Nudge Dream Infiltration Method, possesses unique wonders—”

The fourth hand seal appeared, accompanied by the character ‘Rites’ or ‘Ceremony’ (Yi)!

Then followed three more seals, each accompanied by a True Word mantra.

Zong Shou’s focus gradually scattered. He was entirely unable to think coherently. Yet, it felt like the tolling of an evening bell and a morning chime; suddenly, he grasped certain things, understood certain principles, but could articulate none of it, nor fully explain it.

And when the final word sounded, a sudden, resounding boom erupted in Zong Shou’s mind.

His consciousness returned, his Soul Sea reassembled. Four words had definitively taken shape within his mind.

They were the seven characters: ‘Ten Thousand Ways Rule Rites Profound Law Void’ (Wan Dao Gui Yi Xuan Fa Kong)!

Zong Shou raised an eyebrow. He recalled these seven characters were the secret transmitted True Words of their Cang Sheng Dao.

These True Words and Seals were renowned alongside the Daoist Nine-Character True Words and the Buddhist Manjushri Eight-Method Incantation, harboring immeasurable might.

In the very next instant, Lin Xuan Shuang extended her cool, slender fingers and lightly touched the center of Zong Shou’s brow.

Zong Shou’s just-recovered senses were immediately washed over by an overwhelmingly massive torrent of information, nearly pushing him to the brink of collapse.

In a daze, he seemed to enter a dreamscape, witnessing myriad profound mysteries and understanding countless ultimate truths.

“So, the method Master cultivates is the Origin Breathing Spirit Art. Our Cang Sheng Dao’s eleventh-tier Divine Ability secret teaching originates from her. Master’s Great Dao is a single ‘Origin’ particle—the source of all things! The source that flows endlessly! No wonder she dared to face the Tribulation of the Ultimate Realm after achieving sainthood for two thousand years—”

Zong Shou had seen the Origin Breathing Spirit Art before, back in the Scripture Tower.

It was only visible to direct disciples in the uppermost chamber.

At the time, Zong Shou had marveled at this profound and mystical divine ability, but unable to divide his focus, he hadn't cultivated it.

The principle behind this art was so lofty, not inferior to his own Black and White Dharma Manifestation or his fundamental cultivation methods—

After leaving the Cloud Realm, he had nevertheless etched this profound technique into his memory, intending to contemplate its mysteries when time allowed. He never expected that at this very moment, he would have the predestined opportunity to directly grasp this Great Dao.

“What an exquisite Spirit Nudge Dream Infiltration Method—”

Zong Shou was filled with ecstatic joy. Almost instinctively, he began frantically absorbing everything he could see, everything being revealed to him in this 'dream.'

In ordinary circumstances, even if he were privileged enough to witness it, he could never have memorized it all. Such boundless information alone would have crushed his soul-sense under its weight.

But now, perhaps due to the Profound Enlightenment Pill, he felt no limit to his capacity, like a bottomless pit, greedily swallowing the true meanings of this 'Origin.' He instinctively felt that this Great Dao formation would complete the most crucial component of his Dao foundation; it was an opportunity he could not miss!

Completely lost to himself, oblivious to the outside world, Zong Shou was unaware that the manifest Dharma Aspect displayed externally had begun to change.

Within the black and white void, stars evolved, the Great Dao intertwined, and chaos expanded and contracted.

Waves of majestic, potent force arose from this manifestation, as if a world was spontaneously generating around him.

At this sight, even Lin Xuan Shuang instinctively took a step back, staring at the scene before her, momentarily stunned into absence.

“Is this Husband’s method of creation?”

As this thought arose, Lin Xuan Shuang’s eyes completely lost focus.

She could only gaze blankly at Zong Shou, and after a moment, she sharply shook her head.

“No! Grasping the End and the Origin, possessing the Dao, possessing the Source, creation naturally follows. But it is truly too much like Husband’s—”

Thinking this, Lin Xuan Shuang’s gaze became even more distant. She noticed Zong Shou’s form was changing again. His nine tails emerged, sweeping gracefully behind him.

A blood-red, mysterious spiritual mark appeared between his brows, serving to accentuate his already eerily handsome features, rendering him overwhelmingly alluring and mesmerizing.

Furthermore, an intoxicating, intensely pleasant aroma wafted to her nostrils.

Lin Xuan Shuang instantly flushed crimson, her breath catching. She took a few steps forward, extending a hand as if to touch Zong Shou’s face, but just before contact, she jolted back to awareness. She was overcome by an almost unbearable shame.

“Damn the Heavenly Fox bloodline—”

Glaring fiercely at Zong Shou, Lin Xuan Shuang bolted from the quiet room like a startled rabbit.

Outside, the blush on her cheeks had not faded. She felt a strange dampness in her lower body, which made her wish she could dig a hole and bury herself right then.

“Lin Xuan Shuang, oh Lin Xuan Shuang, you tried to scheme against another, and nearly trapped yourself! In this world, perhaps only you could pull such a feat!”

With a cold snort, Lin Xuan Shuang rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

It was the fault of her newly coalesced physical body—it was too weak and still unhealed from severe injuries; otherwise, how could she have fallen prey to Zong Shou’s influence? If she possessed her true Ultimate Realm physique, even if Zong Shou’s Nine-Tailed Mystic Fox bloodline reached its peak, it would be difficult to affect her.

She sighed softly again. The great mistake she nearly made today was, perhaps, simply due to missing her husband for too long. Otherwise, this Ultimate Realm will—

While she was brooding in frustration, her heart suddenly stirred, and she glanced into the distance.

There, Jing Yin was tentatively pushing open the door to the quiet chamber, a look of confusion on her face as she stepped inside.

Lin Xuan Shuang immediately brightened, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.