"What do you mean? You can eat all you want, but don't utter nonsense. Are you provoking the Cao Family, sir?"

"If Patriarch Cao doesn't believe me, just take a trip to Beiji City."

After speaking, his form turned ethereal, transforming into wisps of smoke, leaving a fading incense in place.

Cao Xiong's expression finally changed. He ignored the maid next to him and firmly fixed his gaze.

It was indeed Dream Incense, worth a fortune, capable of traversing thousands of miles, one dream of the grand world.

Cao Xiong didn't think anyone would use such a precious item to deliver a false message.

Could something truly have happened to Cao Ku? But his Spirit Lamp showed no unusual signs.

Was the goal to lead him to Beiji City?

Cao Xiong stood still, squinting his eyes.

...

Xu Guang put down the sixth book he had finished reading during this time. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

These books were all found for him by Yuan Shuang.

Xu Guang meant to find clues about Da Xue Mountain among them, and finally, he discovered something.

He took out the Bronze Blood Sword and carefully observed the Daoist patterns on it.

Combining some of the content from the books, he vaguely developed a hypothesis.

Refining Pattern Master…

He quickly stood up and headed toward the location of the Bronze Blood Gate.

Guarding this place were four Second Nirvana Level experts, including Huan Songzi and Yuan Shuang, enough to protect the Bronze Blood Gate.

Xu Guang greeted them and then quietly observed the Bronze Blood Gate.

These patterns…

Are they really related to the Refining Pattern Master?

Something triggered the narrator profession.

The familiar feeling returned.

Xu Guang appeared on Da Xue Mountain, observing past events with a familiar third-person perspective, as if he were a non-existent entity.

A solitary figure held a bloodless Bronze Sword, sitting on Da Xue Mountain's peak.

The sun and moon passed, mountains and rivers altered, yet he remained unchanged, like a sculpture.

Until a moment came when he stood up.

A voice echoed from the sky.

"Emperor decrees, you are the Nine Tribulations Traveling Immortal Venerable."

The figure finally stood, bowing and accepting the decree, "Han Cuo accepts the order."

Everything calmed once more.

Watching Han Cuo's life, Xu Guang felt this was a very dull person who had never descended the mountain in unknown ages, had never spoken apart from accepting the Emperor's decree.

However, this Han Cuo was indeed extraordinary, personally decreed by the Emperor as the Nine Tribulations Traveling Immortal Venerable.

Such a title is not easily obtained; an Immortal Venerable signifies power… reaching the Ninth Secret Realm Reverse Dao!

Since triggering the narrator profession, Han Cuo was the strongest Xu Guang had observed, despite his seemingly dull life, Xu Guang watched intently.

Xu Guang thought he'd remain this way.

Until one day.

Han Cuo stood up.

Gently raising his hand, Da Xue Mountain collapsed, ice reversed, and ten thousand mountains lamented!

An unimaginable Bronze Wall appeared.

"The Immortal Path is difficult to find, I, Han Cuo, will pave the way for future generations!"

The Bronze Long Sword unsheathed.

Han Cuo took the sword and flew up.

"The road of immortality requires ceaseless self-improvement; thus, the first word should be 'human'!"

After speaking, he soared, the Bronze Long Sword sparking countless flames on the Bronze Wall, vibrant like the old dawn of the Dao!

The spectacle was unimaginable, Da Xue Mountain seemingly filled with countless mortals, a sea of people.

These people seemed as real, worshiping the Saints, cultivating, waging wars, ascending to emperorship…

A single character 'human', as if encapsulating life's myriad futures and transformations.

Xu Guang's eyes suddenly widened!

Despite not needing to breathe, he felt his heartbeat and breath had reached an unimaginable state.

Bronze, Immortal Register…

Suddenly realizing the origin of the Bronze Fragment he currently held!

Immortal Venerable Han Cuo.

A single 'human', written by Han Cuo for countless years.

Writing in this way seemed to have cost Han Cuo, or perhaps he was gravely injured.

Xu Guang's perspective couldn't discern.

He could only comprehend the dimming glow on the Bronze Long Sword.

The second character Han Cuo wrote was 'life'!

This time, a rich vitality emerged on Da Xue Mountain, barren snow gave rise to greenery, a once desolate mountain seemed to come alive!

Upon completing the character, Han Cuo's hand, holding the sword, dripped blood onto the Bronze Long Sword.

Blood clung to the sword, never landing.

Han Cuo didn't stop, as the enormous Bronze Wall endured Han Cuo's Dao.

He was continually embedding years of cultivation and insights into the world through an unprecedented Immortal Register!

The scene lasting long.

Han Cuo wrote a total of one hundred and eight characters!

The spirituality of the Bronze Long Sword was already extinguished by the birth of the Immortal Registers, leaving only the sword handle.

Han Cuo casually broke off a piece from the Bronze Wall, molding it into a blade, attaching it to the handle, continuing to write.

Time passed, he no longer knew how many sword bodies and blades he wore down.

Until he started writing the final character, "Dao!"

Han Cuo suddenly spat out fresh blood to the sky, the golden blood stark against Da Xue Mountain.

"Seeking transformation, seeking strength, beyond description, beyond words!"

Blood-stained, suddenly laughing to the heavens.

"My Dao… is achieved!"

Discarding the Bronze Long Sword, laughing away.

Leaving, above Da Xue Mountain, purple aura brewed for thirty thousand miles, countless celestial silhouettes in the sky, flowers falling, golden lotus rising from the earth, gently shaking a feather fan scattering jewels, thunder resonating nine heavens!

The Bronze Wall wasn't taken away, as written, a path paved for posterity.

Xu Guang thought the observation would end here, but it continued.

One day, Da Xue Mountain showed anomalies, the peak where Han Cuo formerly sat broke!

Transformed into a humanoid form.

This was a mountain spirit nurtured by heaven and earth!

Claiming to be Han Cuo, wielding a Bronze Sword, assuming mastership of Da Xue Mountain, the Bronze Wall became his fortune, with Immortal Venerable Han Cuo's legacy, in just a hundred years, the spirit became a Saint!

Until…

Emperor Shitian appeared!

On Da Xue Mountain, a massive black lotus emerged, overshadowing heaven, bizarrely radiating Buddha presence, as if the Buddha descended!

"Emperor Shitian!" Xu Guang's mind flashed with the name.

The backward trace ended there.

Xu Guang was shaken that the existence resembling Emperor Shitian, while his consciousness ascended, attempted to detach, surprisingly glanced in his direction!