The moment the Soul Dao avatar appeared, it attacked the divine soul directly. An ordinary cultivator without any warning could easily fall into an illusion in an instant.
Fa Wuxiang had been prepared. The Pure Heart Immortal Art shielded his divine soul, after which he used the Radiant Immortal Art to dispel the soul mist. Finally, after dozens of breaths, he defeated the Soul Dao avatar!
That speed was already astonishing.
But the moment he stepped out of the Soul Dao Hall, another notification from the Heaven’s Pride Stele appeared!
【Ye Chuan has consecutively passed fifty Dao Halls.】
Fa Wuxiang stood where he was and remained silent for a long time.
His Dao heart was starting to waver a little…
What the hell was this?!
This was ridiculous!
The feeling was absurd, but the notification on the Heaven’s Pride Stele clearly told him that it was all real.
“No. This is all an illusion… Even if it isn’t, I still have to do what I’m supposed to do.” Fa Wuxiang took a deep breath, straightened his sleeves, and continued toward the next Dao Hall.
He would not give up just because Ye Chuan was faster.
It was just that when he entered the ninth Dao Hall, his footsteps were noticeably slower than before.
Ye Chuan, on the other hand, was not thinking about any of that.
After consecutively refining fifty Dao Halls, he could clearly feel that the chaotic power within his body had become denser than before.
The power left behind after refining the different Great Daos was not especially abundant, but it made up for that in variety.
The Fire Dao added a trace of heat to his chaotic power. The Water Dao gave it a hint of fluidity. The Thunder Dao added a touch of destruction, while the Wood Dao made the life force circulating through his body feel even more natural.
If these powers had entered an ordinary cultivator’s body, they would have begun clashing long ago. But to the chaotic power, they had merely returned to a more primal state.
And so Ye Chuan continued opening doors.
The sixtieth hall.
The seventieth hall.
The eightieth hall.
One Dao Hall after another lit up in Myriad Laws City, only to go dark again in succession!
On the Heaven’s Pride Stele outside, Ye Chuan’s score continued to rise!
Eight billion.
Nine billion.
Ten billion!
When that number appeared, the entrance to the Myriad Dao Ancient Realm once again fell silent. Everyone had initially thought that Ye Chuan’s score in the Ancient Desolate Mountains was already outrageous enough.
But now, it seemed that the Ancient Desolate Mountains had only been the beginning.
Myriad Laws City had not stopped him. Instead, it had given him another way to rack up points.
“If he keeps going like this, will he really drain Myriad Laws City dry?”
Someone muttered the question under their breath.
No one found it ridiculous.
Because at Ye Chuan’s current speed, given a little more time, he really might run through all three thousand Dao Halls.
Finally, when the light of the hundredth Dao Hall faded, the entire Myriad Laws City suddenly began to tremble violently.
At the center of the city, a massive palace that had originally been hidden within the clouds and mist slowly revealed itself.
Countless rays of Great Dao light rose from above the three thousand Dao Halls, ultimately converging before that palace.
New words also appeared on the Heaven’s Pride Stele.
【Consecutively passed one hundred Dao Halls.】
【The Myriad Laws Returning to One trial has been activated.】
【Challenger: Ye Chuan.】
The elders of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect outside instantly went pale.
Myriad Laws Returning to One.
Throughout the countless previous openings of the Myriad Dao Ancient Realm, only a handful of people had ever managed to trigger this trial.
It was not an ordinary Dao Hall challenge, but the true core trial of Myriad Laws City.
Only those capable of comprehending and unifying a hundred Great Daos were qualified to enter the central palace and face the remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord.
And Ye Chuan had triggered this trial by refining a hundred Dao Halls!
The elder of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect gazed at the central palace appearing in the projection. Even his voice had turned hoarse.
“He really forced out the Myriad Laws Returning to One trial.”
Within Myriad Laws City, Ye Chuan stood before the central palace.
Four ancient characters were inscribed above the palace.
Myriad Laws Returning to One.
The doors opened automatically, revealing a void formed from countless rivers of laws.
The river of the Fire Dao, the river of the Water Dao, the river of the Thunder Dao, the river of the Sword Dao, the river of the Star Dao…
Countless completely different laws flowed through the void, yet none of them clashed.
At the center of the void, a white-robed, middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
He did not possess a true physical body. He was merely a remnant condensed from the rules of Myriad Laws City. Yet the instant he opened his eyes, the entire city fell silent.
【Remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord.】
【Realm suppression: peak Daluo Golden Immortal.】
【Immortal arts mastered: three thousand.】
【Successfully completing the challenge will grant the core reward of Myriad Laws City.】
After seeing these lines, everyone outside instinctively held their breath.
He had mastered three thousand immortal arts.
Even with his realm suppressed to the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal level, this remnant was by no means comparable to an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal.
An ordinary cultivator who mastered one or two powerful immortal arts would already be strong enough to dominate those of the same realm.
But the remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord could switch freely between three thousand immortal arts in battle, leaving him with practically no obvious weakness.
The elder of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect finally regained a little confidence and said quietly, “The remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord cannot be defeated by brute force.”
Within the palace’s void, the remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord looked at Ye Chuan, a clear trace of doubt flashing through his eyes.
“You refined a hundred Dao Halls?”
Ye Chuan nodded. “Yeah.”
The remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord was silent for a moment before continuing, “Why did you not comprehend them? With so many Great Daos…”
Ye Chuan thought about it, then answered honestly, “They’re too trashy.”
Chaos is badass.
The remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord fell silent again.
He had existed within Myriad Laws City for countless years and had seen far too many young cultivators with astonishing talents.
Some could see through the structure of an immortal art at a glance. Some could devise methods of countering their opponents in the midst of battle. Others relied on powerful Dao hearts to force their way through the trials of a hundred Great Daos.
But someone like Ye Chuan, who directly refined the Great Dao avatars, was a first for him.
“Myriad Laws Returning to One does not lie in devouring, but in understanding.” The remnant of the Myriad Laws City Lord slowly raised a hand. The three thousand rivers of laws around them began to tremble simultaneously. “If you rely solely on strength to reach this point, you will soon learn that strength has its limits as well.”
As soon as his voice fell, the first immortal art appeared beneath Ye Chuan’s feet.
It was a massive prison formed from Earth Dao laws. The moment it took shape, it sealed the surrounding space!
Next came the Fire Dao, Thunder Dao, Wind Dao, Poison Dao, Ice Dao, Soul Dao, and Illusion Dao.
More than a hundred immortal arts appeared almost simultaneously, without the slightest pause or conflict. They resembled a vast net woven from the Great Daos, completely covering the area where Ye Chuan stood!
Seeing this, everyone outside finally revealed looks of shock.
“This is the true power of the Myriad Laws City Lord!”
“He can simultaneously unleash more than a hundred immortal arts, with each one complementing the others. An ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal wouldn’t even know how they died in there!”
“Ye Chuan should finally get serious this time, right?”
Ye Chuan did become a little more serious.
Looking at the hundred-plus immortal arts bearing down on him from every direction, he felt for the first time that Myriad Laws City was more troublesome than the Ancient Desolate Mountains.
The ancient beasts had been numerous, but their methods of attack were straightforward. He only needed to smash them all apart.
The immortal arts before him, however, were intricately layered. Before one could even land, another had already sealed off his escape route. They were even attempting to suppress the circulation of immortal power within his body.
Still, they were only a little troublesome.
Ye Chuan raised his right hand. The black-gold chaotic power in his palm began to rotate slowly.
“Sorry, but I…”
“Am magic immune.”
As soon as his words fell, those immortal techniques seemed to trigger a chain reaction, exploding one after another before being completely devoured by the power of chaos!
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