428: Chapter 419 The Sixth Incarnation: Heavenly Venerable (107)

An indescribable Dao Rhyme of Perfection and harmony, as if from the most perfect state when heaven and earth first opened and the myriad Daos were first born, permeated from the throne, instantly enveloping the entire Void Realm and even spreading further away!

That wasn't all!

With the integration of these ten top-tier and most complete lights of the Origin Great Dao, the "throne of the dao" behind Xu Yuan seemed to have truly completed its final puzzle piece, reaching a certain ultimate Perfection!

An indescribable, profound Aura that seemed to transcend "Dao," standing above all else and beyond words, naturally emanated from Xu Yuan.

He still stood there, his green robes simple and his face ordinary.

But at this moment, he was no longer a "person," nor even an "existence."

He seemed to be the "Dao" itself, the source of "Law," the ultimate manifestation and sole Dominator of all rules, all Laws, all "existence," and all "change" in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms!

There was no powerful Aura or pressure around him, yet he gave off a feeling that was natural and as it should be.

It was as if his standing there was the center of heaven and earth, the destination of the myriad Daos, the... only "Reality" and "Uniqueness"!

The Great Dao was completed.

And at the moment the Great Dao was completed, in Xu Yuan's calm eyes, there seemed to be the birth and death of endless stars and the creation and Reincarnation of infinite worlds.

He slowly took a step forward.

This step did not land in the Void Realm, but behind him, upon that now Perfection, radiant, and Dao Rhyme-soaring—true throne of the dao formed by the worship of the myriad Daos and now merged with all the Great Dao Origins of this place.

The moment he sat upon that supreme throne—

The entire heaven and earth, the entire Void Realm, and even the unknowable All Heavens and Myriad Realms in the unseen, all seemed to tremble slightly!

An invisible yet real Dao Sound, filled with joy, Perfection, and a sense of worship, resounded in the depths of the Soul of every existence!

It was not a sound, but a "notification" reaching directly to the Origin, a "congratulation" originating from the Great Dao itself!

Golden lotuses fell from the sky, Divine Springs gushed from the earth, purple Qi came from the East for thirty thousand miles, and thousands of Auspicious Radiances illuminated the heavens! Endless Great Dao phenomena spontaneously manifested around Xu Yuan and the throne, as if celebrating, worshipping, and...

Welcoming the birth of their sole, true, and supreme Dominator!

Soul Transformation was achieved.

It was not an earth-shaking Breakthrough, nor a heaven-soaring promotion. When Xu Yuan's figure calmly sat upon that heaven-reaching "throne of the dao"—formed by the worship and condensation of myriad Daos and finally Perfection because of the integration of the complete Great Dao Origins of the ten Ancient Venerables—everything happened so naturally, so harmoniously, so... as it should be.

It was as if this throne was born to be forged for him; as if these myriad Daos were born to be held by him; as if this "Soul Transformation" Realm was originally his.

Infinite Great Dao phenomena manifested, surrounded, and worshipped him, making his figure appear increasingly hazy, grand, and... unlike a living being of this world.

Xu Yuan sat quietly on that supreme throne, making no immediate movement and emitting no pressure.

He only slightly closed his eyes, as if feeling and experiencing that unprecedented, brand-new, and mysterious Realm that transcended all cognition and imagination at the moment of achieving "Soul Transformation," which flooded into his mind, his Soul, and every minute part of his existence.

There was no sense of exploding power, no excitement of controlling heaven and earth, and not even the enlightenment and joy of a common Cultivator breaking through a major Realm.

There was only an... indescribable sense of ease and transparency from the deepest part of the essence of life, as if layer upon layer of heavy shackles had been shed.

Like a fish that had always lived in murky depths leaping out of the water for the first time to see the true sky; like an insect always confined to a two-dimensional plane perceiving a three-dimensional world for the first time.

No, this metaphor was still too shallow.

Xu Yuan's consciousness seemed to infinitely elevate, infinitely spread, and infinitely condense.

He "saw" it—no, he "perceived" it.

He perceived these vast and boundless All Heavens and Myriad Realms, this unceasingly surging River of Time, these myriad living beings and things, and these complex and profound various Great Daos...

In his "eyes," or rather, in his "perception," they had completely changed their appearance.

They were no longer an "externality" that required effort to observe, understand, confront, or utilize.

Instead...

They were a grand and exquisite scroll spread out before him, which could be flipped through, smeared, modified, or even... redrawn at will.

Heaven and earth were the scroll, the myriad Daos were the veins, time and space were the longitude and latitude, and the Mortal World of all beings... were but bits of ink and brushstrokes, some thick or thin, some brilliant or mediocre, upon this scroll.

He was the one viewing the painting, the one creating the painting, the hand holding the brush, and even the "logic" within the painting and the "intent" outside it.

Below Soul Transformation, whether you were an ant-like Mortal or a Dao Lord or Ancient Venerables, no matter what kind of Great Dao you comprehended, what great power you possessed, where you were on the scroll, or what role you played...

In the end, you were all just strokes, dots, and lines on this grand scroll called "Heaven and Earth."

There might be differences in thickness, brilliance, or the space occupied, but the essence remained that of objects within the painting, limited by the canvas, the ink, and the invisible rules and framework of the creation.

And Soul Transformation...

Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, originally calm as an ancient well and empty yet reflecting all things, now became deeper, more distant, and... harder to fathom.

In his eyes, there seemed to be the fading of galaxies, the creation and destruction of worlds, the vastness of the Mortal World, and the exhaustion of the Daos throughout the ages, yet they also seemed empty, as pure as the newborn Void Realm.

"So, this is Soul Transformation."

Xu Yuan spoke softly, his voice still flat, yet it seemed to carry a strange rhythm, creating a wonderful resonance with the surrounding heaven and earth, the manifested Great Dao phenomena, and even the invisible "scroll" itself.

It was not control, nor was it mastery, but an... essential difference.

Below Soul Transformation, one was a "person in the painting." Even with the power to move mountains and fill seas, pluck stars and grab the moon, or the longevity of comprehending the Dao and living forever, one was still just a more vivid and spirited stroke on the scroll, unable to escape its constraints and still bound by its "rules."

But Soul Transformation was already the "viewer," the "one holding the brush," the existence that could jump outside the scroll to examine, understand, and even... put pen to paper to modify the scroll itself from a higher perspective.

Heaven and earth were the scroll, the myriad Daos were the logic, and all beings were the ink.

And he already held the brush in his hand.

This was a gap in dimensions, an essential leap in the level of existence.

Like a two-dimensional drawing on paper, which can never understand, let alone touch, the reality of the third dimension.

Soul Transformation and those below it might seem to differ by only one Realm, but in truth...

They were already two completely different "species," two different "forms of existence."