Hmm, I must admit, this process of reshaping the Dao Body is indeed somewhat extremely disgusting. Of course, it’s not so much that it makes one want to vomit, it’s mainly because this Revival and Void Returning Hand of the Netherworld Spring Cult is indeed strong. However, the issue is that Chen Xuantian is not yet proficient in using this Void Returning Hand, so this otherwise unremarkable move he executed caused the Netherworld Spring’s Dao laws to spill out as if a horn had sounded.

A group of mountain bandits began to exhibit visible distortions, undergoing transformations impossible for human bodies and unimaginable restructuring of their flesh. It was like ripples stirred in a pond, disturbing a crowd of curious fish, making the bandits vibrate together, like resonating tuning forks that trembled like reeds swaying in the wind and twisted along with the firelight. Instantly, they lost their human shapes and met a violent death.

But it doesn’t matter, after all, in principle, the human body has limits, but the beings of Taiji Heaven are not human, they are wet pieces, and wet pieces are limitless. So, continue!

For a moment, even Chen Xuantian couldn’t bear to watch the bloody scene, so he closed his eyes, casting his gaze into the void, traversing endless time and space, looking towards the moment of the primordial ancestor’s birth.

In that swirling space-time, through a kaleidoscope-like watery curtain, in the cycle of time and again.

In his hand, a blood pearl like Taiji rapidly grew, gestated, and transformed into a core embryo. Then it overflowed, crystallized, covered by prism-like lattices, replicated, proliferated, forming layers upon layers, centripetally radiating like a honeycomb.

Then the honeycomb suddenly exploded, proliferating and transforming rapidly like snowflakes, pentagons, decagons, rhomboids, star shapes continually expanding, continually radiating, forming symmetrical geometric structures, infinitely repeating, infinitely interweaving, infinitely expanding, ultimately forming that infinitely repetitive centripetal spiral...

"I’ve attained the Dao."

Finally, Chen Xuantian opened his eyes, looking at the twisted, entwined, blood-flesh-fused tentacle in front of him, casually formed using the mountain bandits.

The tentacle also twisted and writhed, like flower branches coiling and snaking, emitting a "cuiciuiciuicui" sound.

Well, there’s no way to form an octopus head immediately, it’s one strand at a time.

Unfortunately, as Chen Xuantian withdrew his hand, with a "plop," the tentacle rotted into a heap of black mud, yielding a pool of Netherworld Spring. Only a worm-like small tentacle squirmed within the spring, continuously emitting a "cuiciuiciuicui" wail, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Alright, it’s formed, but this tentacle is also a baby. Given the current timing isn’t right, the Earth Evil is insufficient. If left unchecked, the Netherworld Spring Taoist Body wouldn’t last long in Taiji Heaven, no wonder that old demon has been biding his time at the mountain’s base all these years.

Chen Xuantian extended his hand, summoned the shallow puddle of black water, encasing the baby tentacle, absorbing it into his palm for nurturing.

Yes, after this period of comprehension and hesitation, he, Chen Xuantian, finally set his mind on cultivating the Ghost Spring Technique.

After all, there is no right or wrong in the Dao. The wrong lies with the practitioners of the Dao.

Even if using the same Gang Fist, wielding the same Sword Energy, aren’t there those who commit evil deeds, slaughtering the world, and those who eliminate violence and bring peace, saving the living beings?

This trip to Qingcheng, with so many Immortal Fates sacrificed, allowed him, Chen Xuantian, to glimpse the birth of the first ancestor, a glimmer of the true face of the Ancestor of Nether Spring Dao.

After painstakingly finding a path that truly could unlock his shackles and limitations, transcending the Heavenly Dao’s cycle, breaking through the Divinity Transformation bottleneck, refining God and Returning to Void, reaching the final end of the Great Dao, how could he possibly hesitate, discard it, and not take it?

So upon figuring it out, just look forward, move forward.

What that fish said was correct, he indeed doesn’t look back.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to look back, not that he truly could ignore the deaths along the way, toss them behind him, trample them underfoot.

It’s that he cannot stop.

Because to stop would be to betray all the sacrifices made to walk this far...

Forget it, explanation is just a cover; it boils down to that one sentence.

Gang Fist breaks the heaven and smashes the earth, Sword Energy eliminates demons and slays immortals, blood sea devours the world. In the pursuit of cultivation and seeking the Dao, how could there be no deaths?

Just, to complete this Netherworld Spring Dao, who knows how many will have to die?

However...

Chen Xuantian glanced back, looking at the infant full and satisfied in the swaddling cloth, staring straight at him amidst the blood and flesh.

"What kind of thing are you?"