Condensing Ten Patterns into the Perfect Divine Pill

In the forbidden land of Taichu, hidden within a secluded mountain, Gu Qingfeng used his divine sword to carve out a cavern for seclusion, intending to condense a perfect ten-mark divine core.

Sitting cross-legged inside the cave, he consumed the Ethereal Spirit Water and began reciting the profound meanings of the Sword Canon. Heavenly tones, resonant like the chimes of a grand bell, gradually filled the air.

Slowly, hundreds of golden ancient characters materialized, illuminating the pitch-black cavern in an instant, as if gilded with radiant gold, dazzling beyond measure.

These golden characters flowed like a gentle stream through the cave, shimmering with divine brilliance, resembling countless stars scattering golden light—sacred and ethereal.

As Gu Qingfeng’s recitation quickened, the golden characters swirled faster, forming a golden wall rotating just a meter around his body.

Soon, the characters reached a critical point. With a resonant hum, they surged like a tidal wave into Gu Qingfeng’s body.

Boom!

At that moment, Gu Qingfeng felt his spirit tremble violently.

It was as though a new sense had awakened within him, allowing him to perceive the world differently. In his vision, auspicious signs descended from the heavens—golden lotuses bloomed from the earth, their petals unfurling one by one, while sacred grasses sprouted endlessly. The sky was bathed in a kaleidoscope of radiant hues, within which phoenixes and dragons danced, divine tortoises exhaled blessings, and qilins absorbed spiritual energy.

Purple qi arrived from the east, while golden light ascended from the west.

The myriad laws of the world, the profound mysteries, the infinite methods—it seemed as though all truths and principles were laid bare before him, profound beyond measure, the gateway to all wonders.

Gu Qingfeng immersed himself in this wondrous state, utterly entranced, as if intoxicated.

A three-colored flower blossomed silently above his head, dreamlike and otherworldly—this was the Three Flowers of Essence, Energy, and Spirit, condensed at the crown.

Gradually, the world’s spiritual energy poured into him like a celestial river cascading from the heavens.

Gu Qingfeng’s body radiated boundless divine light, then slowly turned translucent as his spirit was cleansed of impurities and his flesh became crystalline.

This process lasted three days.

After three days, his essence, energy, and spirit reached their peak. An unfathomable Dao rhythm flowed across his body, guiding the gradual condensation of his three treasures.

A luminous orb took shape amidst the Three Flowers—its curvature flawless, a perfect sphere without a single blemish.

This was the nascent form of the divine core.

The next step was to inscribe the Dao marks.

Eyes of Truth!

At this moment, Gu Qingfeng abruptly opened his eyes, their brilliance piercing, as if capable of discerning all truths in the world.

Divine Saint Physique!

A sacred light erupted, illuminating the cavern as bright as day.

Seven-Apertures Exquisite Body!

Thump… thump… thump…

Gu Qingfeng’s Seven-Apertures Exquisite Heart pulsed rhythmically, emitting radiant seven-colored light.

With all three supreme abilities activated, his perception of the world transformed—countless lines, laws, and principles intertwined before him, laid bare in near-naked clarity.

"Condense!"

With a low shout, countless truths and principles began etching themselves onto the divine core.

In mere moments, the first Dao mark appeared, followed swiftly by the second, the third…

These marks formed almost instantaneously.

Any outsider witnessing this would have been stunned beyond belief.

For ordinary cultivators, inscribing Dao marks was a painstakingly slow process, akin to solving complex mathematical problems—requiring constant deduction, step-by-step reasoning, before finally arriving at the answer and engraving the mark.

But Gu Qingfeng was different. It was as if he already knew the answers—glancing at the problem and immediately solving it, faster than any machine.

By the seventh Dao mark, his speed began to slow, as each additional mark increased the difficulty exponentially.

Yet even then, it took little effort.

In just the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the seventh mark was complete.

Half an hour later—the eighth!

Two hours later—the ninth!

Had Gu Qingfeng stopped here, he would have possessed a nine-mark flawless divine core, a feat achievable only by the most supreme geniuses of the world.

But he did not stop. Instead, he pressed onward to inscribe the tenth mark—the Heavenly Dao Mark!

Among the three thousand Great Daos, the Heavenly Dao stood supreme.

Thus, its mark was the most difficult.

Leveraging his status as the Heavenly Dao’s sovereign, he began inscribing the Heavenly Dao Mark.

And the moment he did—his Palm World trembled!

At that instant, every living being within the Palm World sensed an inexplicable premonition.

Time seemed to freeze.

Billions of creatures, whether locked in mortal combat, cultivating, or even engaged in intimate acts—all halted their actions and looked skyward.

Above, the heavens churned—winds howled, clouds roiled, lightning flashed, and torrential rain poured down.

Suddenly, a colossal silver eye manifested across the sky—the Eye of the Heavenly Dao. It stretched endlessly, yet felt close enough to gaze directly into the souls of every being.

"The Heavenly Dao has manifested! The Heavenly Dao has appeared!"

"What is happening? Why has the Heavenly Dao suddenly revealed itself?"

"An opportunity! A heaven-defying opportunity! Quickly, meditate and comprehend!"

Countless beings in the Palm World cried out in astonishment. This day would be remembered as the day of breakthroughs.

The Heavenly Dao unveiled itself without restraint, displaying its truths and principles—how much one could grasp depended solely on their enlightenment.

In a picturesque valley resembling an immortal’s paradise, Shang Xinyan gazed at the Heavenly Dao in the sky, her heart leaping with joy.

"It’s my husband condensing the perfect divine core!"

Gu Qingfeng had never withheld knowledge from her—he had long since taught her the method of condensing the divine core, including the Sword Canon.

Shang Xinyan possessed the Nine-Yin Saint Body, and her innate talent placed her among the most gifted in the Palm World. After all, her father had once been a Seven-Apertures Exquisite Body—his offspring could not be ordinary.

With her aptitude, even in the Cangming Realm, she would stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the most peerless geniuses, making her fully capable of comprehending the Sword Canon.

Thus, she understood exactly what Gu Qingfeng was doing now.

She rejoiced for him, yet a trace of worry lingered—for when the ten-mark perfect divine core took form, the heavenly tribulation would descend.

But recalling Gu Qingfeng’s countless astonishing feats, her concerns eased somewhat.

After contemplating the Heavenly Dao’s Eye for a while, Shang Xinyan felt enlightenment stir within her, her bottleneck loosening—she, too, was on the verge of a breakthrough.

In truth, many peak Divine Realm experts in the Palm World had long been ready to ascend to the Divine Core Realm, but lacking the method and constrained by the world’s limitations, they had been unable to progress.

Now, with Gu Qingfeng’s guidance, the method had been disseminated, and as he broke through, the world’s restrictions weakened.

Thus, not only Shang Xinyan but numerous Divine Realm experts sensed their shackles loosening, breaking away—one after another, they began their own ascensions.