222: Chapter 222 Profound Enlightenment at the Heavenly Ruins Sea Eye, Eight Hundred Years Forging the Foundation of the Dao

After stepping into the Mahayana Realm, Ye Qing was in no rush to leave the Tianxu Sea Eye.

He remained sitting cross-legged above that pitch-black sea, the surface beneath him depressed by the pressure of his aura, surrounded by those massive, slowly rotating whirlpools that seemed to never cease. He did not immediately search for any opportunity for Ascension; instead, he spent some time carefully consolidating the Mahayana Realm he had just broken through to.

Compared to the Dao Integration Realm, the Mahayana Realm was an entirely different world. If the Dao Integration Realm was a river rushing through a wide channel, then the Mahayana Realm was a vast, boundless ocean. The magic power within him was no longer mere magic power; it had begun to transform into a more Advanced form, one closer to the Origin of Law. Every wisp of magic power seemed to contain an arcane fluctuation of Law, heavy as a mountain and vast as the sea.

He opened his palm, and a ball of Chaos-colored light slowly emerged. The light appeared gentle, yet it emitted a terrifying aura that seemed capable of devouring all the heavens and myriad worlds. He could feel that with just a single thought, he could mobilize the chaotic and massive spatial power within the Tianxu Sea Eye to tear everything before him into pieces.

He spent approximately half a year thoroughly stabilizing his Early Stage Mahayana Realm, and he used the insights he had gained from the Law of Chaos during this Breakthrough to verify his own Chaos Dao, making his Dao foundation deeper and broader.

Afterwards, he did not leave the Tianxu Sea Eye, but instead chose to remain in this chaotic and primitive sea, beginning a long period of secluded cultivation.

He was like a reef, silently enduring the scouring of the waves, the erosion of wind and rain, and the baptism of time.

He no longer deliberately searched for Heaven And Earth Treasure, nor did he travel about. He sat quietly cross-legged on the sea surface like an eternal sculpture, immersing his entire mind in the evolution and Perfection of his Internal Space.

He guided the chaotic and pure spatial power within the Tianxu Sea Eye, seeping it bit by bit into his Internal Space, reinforcing the spatial barriers and expanding the boundaries of the space.

He attempted to integrate his understanding of the Law of Five Elements, the Law of Yin and Yang, the Law of Life and Death, and even the Law of Destruction and Rebirth he had obtained from the Eternal Thunder Marsh into the Law system of his Internal Space, making it more perfect and complete.

He was like a patient craftsman, carving his world bit by bit, unhurried and calm, striving for excellence.

Spring passed and autumn came, winter and summer alternated.

The seawater of the Tianxu Sea Eye remained as black as ink, and those massive whirlpools continued to rotate ceaselessly. The only thing that changed was the figure sitting cross-legged on the sea surface.

Ye Qing's body was gradually covered in a thick, rock-like grayish-white deposit. It was the salt and dust carried by the sea breeze, which had attached to him over the years to form a thick shell. Seen from afar, he seemed to have turned into a human-shaped reef standing on the sea.

Only his faint, barely perceptible breathing and the occasional slight rise and fall of his chest proved that this was still a living being.

One year... ten years... one hundred years...

Time, like sand flowing between fingers, passed silently.

Ye Qing had completely forgotten the passage of time, forgotten everything about the outside world. His entire mind was immersed in the evolution and Perfection of his Internal Space, immersed in the realization and pursuit of that supreme Law of Chaos.

During these long years, his Internal Space underwent earth-shaking changes.

The area of the space had expanded to tens of thousands of miles, and looking around, it seemed like a true continent. Within the space, there were now mountains towering into the clouds, rushing rivers, vast plains, and even a miniature sun and moon, condensed from pure energy, hanging high above, alternately illuminating this newly born land.

On the land, those Elementary energy life forms had evolved to become more complex. In some areas where energy was extremely dense, even some primitive plant forms similar to algae and moss began to appear, adding a faint touch of green to this desolate world.

The Law system of the space had also basically taken shape. The cycle of Five Elements, the alternation of Yin and Yang, the Reincarnation of life and death, and even the expansion and contraction of space all had their fixed rules. The entire space was like a precise machine, beginning to operate on its own in an orderly manner.

Ye Qing could clearly feel that the connection between himself and this space had reached an unprecedented depth. He was this space, and this space was him. His will was the Law of this space. His joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness could all resonate with this space.

One morning in the three hundredth year, a crack suddenly appeared on the thick, grayish-white shell covering Ye Qing.

Immediately after, more cracks appeared, spreading like a spiderweb across his entire body.

Crack!

That thick shell, which had covered him for three hundred years, fell off his body like a broken eggshell, dropping into the seawater below and splashing up tiny sprays.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, it seemed as if two complete, slowly evolving Chaos Universes were being born and destroyed, emitting an indescribable vastness and profundity.

His aura was more restrained and deeper than it had been three hundred years ago. He sat quietly cross-legged on the sea surface, yet he seemed to have merged into one with the entire world. If one didn't see him with the naked eye, it would be difficult to even perceive his existence with Divine Sense.

He lowered his head and glanced at his palm. His skin was as crystalline as jade, with faint precious light flowing through it, as if it were a perfect work of art.

He clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power within his body that seemed capable of shattering a great world with a single punch, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Middle Stage Mahayana Realm... a natural outcome."

He did not get up; he closed his eyes again and continued to immerse himself in cultivation and enlightenment.

Time continued to pass.

Another five hundred years passed.

During these five hundred years, Ye Qing's cultivation continued to improve at a steady and solid pace. Middle Stage Mahayana Realm peak, Late Stage Mahayana Realm, Late Stage Mahayana Realm peak...

On that morning when he had been sitting cross-legged in the Tianxu Sea Eye for eight hundred years, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the gray mist that never dissipated above the sea and shone upon him—

Something within his body seemed to have reached complete Perfection.

An indescribably vast aura, like an ancient deity that had slept for an epoch, suddenly awakened from within him!

The Void Realm around him began to twist violently! The sea surface beneath him was pressed down by an invisible force, sinking dozens of feet! The massive whirlpools within hundreds of miles were forcibly smoothed out by some force, and the sea surface became as flat as a mirror!

In the sky, the gray mist that never dissipated seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible hand, revealing the azure, seemingly higher and more distant sky behind it!

Mahayana Perfection!

After eight hundred years of long, secluded cultivation, he had finally naturally stepped into Mahayana Perfection!

He slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, there were no longer illusions of the birth and destruction of the Universe, only a bottomless Chaos that seemed capable of containing everything. His gaze seemed to pierce through the Void Realm before him, seeing the even broader world beyond this one.

He stood up.

Following his movement, the sea surface that had been pressed down and depressed around him recovered to its original state, like a released sponge. The mist in the sky that had been pushed aside also closed up again.

He looked up at the sky.

He could clearly feel that this world was generating a sense of repulsion towards him. It was as if he had become too powerful and should no longer remain here.

He knew that it was the call of Ascension.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly extended his right hand and made a grasping motion towards the sky.

"Open."

He said softly.

As his voice fell, the sky above his head seemed to be torn apart from the middle by an invisible hand!

A huge spatial rift, shimmering with seven-colored glazed light throughout, appeared in the sky!

On the other side of the rift, one could faintly see a more vast and magnificent world!

There, Immortal Qi swirled, and thousands of auspicious rays of light shone!

That was the legendary Immortal Realm!

Ye Qing took one last look at this Spirit Realm land where he had lived for hundreds of years, and then, without the slightest hesitation, his figure flickered, turning into a stream of light that soared into the sky and plunged into that seven-colored glazed spatial rift!

Behind him, that huge spatial rift slowly closed, as if it had never appeared.

The Tianxu Sea Eye returned to its former tranquility once again.

Only the whirlpools still slowly rotating seemed to be telling the story that a Cultivator had once secluded himself here for eight hundred years, eventually breaking through the sky and Ascending away.

"A single point of light at the beginning of Chaos,

Drifting here for long years.

The Internal Space hides the sun and moon,

Thunder in the palm tempers the frost of stars.

Eight hundred years passed like a dream,

Sitting by the Tianxu Sea Eye like a stake.

Not asking about the rise and fall of the human world,

Just treating the Void Realm as fields and mulberry.

Refining true intent in the Eternal Thunder Marsh,

Realizing the profound yellow on the Meteor Sea.

Seeking the crystal soul in the Wasteland of Extinction,

Drinking sword nectar deep in the Sword Ruins.

Once stepped into the Mahayana Realm,

Tearing open the sky beyond with one hand.

Looking back, the clouds of the Spirit Realm disperse,

Smiling as I step into the seven colors to return to the Immortal hometown.

Ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers all in my sleeve,

The sun and moon hang in my pocket.

Going away for I know not how many eons,

Leaving only legends in the Eight Desolations."

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