Fabricate a Divine Message from the Heavenly Dao on My Behalf.

Su Ji raised his foot toward the twisted rift, about to step through.

However, his foot came to an abrupt halt just half an inch above the ground.

Something was wrong.

The expression on Su Ji's face slowly froze.

He stood there, his brows furrowing little by little, as if pondering a difficult problem.

In his mind, the childish, slightly confused voice of a miniature Su Jiu rang out.

"Senior Brother, why did you stop?"

Su Ji did not answer.

On this journey, with his current strength, even with the amplification of his Heavenly Mandate, his chances of winning were still pitifully slim.

When had he, Su Ji, ever taken such a loss?

He thought of a crucial matter he had overlooked.

He had originally planned to entrust this matter to Su Jiu to execute before he left.

But now, this little fox had taken it upon herself to tag along and even moved into his body.

Then he would have to find someone else to carry out this plan.

At this thought, Su Ji's tense face slowly relaxed.

He turned around and waved his hand at the twisted rift.

"No rush."

"I'll be right back."

With that, without waiting for Su Jiu's reaction, he turned and strode out of the cave.

Leaving behind only a bewildered "Ah?" from the miniature Su Jiu in his mind.

...

Xiangsi Sect, martial arts arena.

Li Fan was spitting in excitement as he recounted Su Ji's glorious deeds to a group of newly recruited disciples.

From slaying the former sect master Lin Qingliu with a single sword strike, to suppressing the entire Great Xia cultivation world at the succession ceremony.

He spoke with flying colors and radiant energy, as if he were the protagonist of those very deeds.

The disciples below listened in a trance, their faces written with absolute worship.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the edge of the arena.

Li Fan had sharp eyes and was the first to notice.

His expression instantly shifted from excitement to fanaticism. Forgetting his lecture, he abandoned the crowd and sprinted over in quick strides.

"Senior! You... haven't you already..."

Li Fan ran up to Su Ji, so excited he was somewhat incoherent.

"I haven't left yet."

Su Ji waved his hand, cutting him off directly.

He turned his gaze to a soul cultivator woman not far away, who was boredly studying an array diagram.

"You, come here for a moment."

Hearing this, the soul cultivator woman looked up. Seeing it was Su Ji, a flash of surprise crossed her beautiful eyes, but she still put down her diagram, floated over quickly, and bowed respectfully.

"What are the Sect Master's orders?"

Su Ji got straight to the point: "Do you have any means of recording sound here?"

He wanted to leave a few words behind.

The soul cultivator woman paused, seemingly not expecting Su Ji to ask such a strange question.

She thought for a moment and nodded somewhat reluctantly.

"Yes, setting up a simple sound-retaining array will do."

Seeing this, Su Ji nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, let's find a quiet place."

Then, the three of them arrived at Li Fan's residence.

Su Ji was in a bit of a hurry: "Can we start recording now?"

"Yes, just give me half a cup of tea's time."

The soul cultivator woman said as she took out a pile of bizarre materials from the room and began to draw on the ground.

Half a cup of tea's time later, a simple array emitting a faint glow had taken shape.

"It's done. Whatever sound you want to preserve, just speak directly to this array."

Su Ji cleared his throat and stepped into the center of the array. The lazy look on his face instantly vanished.

It was replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

"I am Su Ji of the Xiangsi Sect."

Li Fan and the soul cultivator woman both subconsciously held their breath.

"I know that regarding the events of the recent past, everyone was furious but dared not speak out against my acts of plundering."

Su Ji's voice carried a perfectly measured trace of desolation.

"But I, Su Ji, was forced by circumstances."

"As everyone knows, the Heavenly Dao of Great Xia is flawed, making the Nascent Soul realm a hopeless endeavor."

"What do we cultivators seek by exhausting our entire lives? Nothing but the illusory Great Dao of Immortality."

"But the Heavenly Dao is unjust and has severed our path forward."

"I, Su Ji, am unwilling to bitterly guard a mere five hundred years of lifespan and die in frustration."

He paused, and his voice suddenly rose, exploding like thunder.

"If the Dao does not permit me, then I shall permit the Dao!"

Li Fan's blood boiled as he listened, a fanatical flame burning in his eyes.

Su Ji ignored him and continued on his own.

"As you have seen, I, Su Ji, am a young prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years."

"Fighting Golden Cores as a Foundation Establishment cultivator is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs."

"I have gathered tens of millions of spirit stones onto myself to forge the Heavenly Palace Golden Core, all so I can explore the profound mysteries of the Nascent Soul and carve out a brand new path for future generations of cultivators!"

"This path is perilous, with nine chances of death and only one of survival; the way ahead is uncertain."

"If I am lucky enough to succeed, I shall bless Great Xia, so that every cultivator in the world may achieve the Nascent Soul realm!"

Saying this, Su Ji slowly raised his head to look at the vast sky, his voice carrying the tragic heroism of a man marching forward even if millions stand against him.

"This journey is selfless and flawless."

"This journey bears the weight of ultimate righteousness!"

After saying this, Su Ji let out a long breath of stale air, as if unloading a heavy burden.

He turned around to find Li Fan standing there, his eyes red and his whole body trembling slightly.

"Senior... such righteousness!"

Li Fan's voice was choked with sobs.

He felt incredibly fortunate to be able to participate in such a magnificent epic!

Years later, when future cultivators mentioned the Immortal Venerable Su who opened the path for the world, wouldn't his name, Li Fan, also occupy a corner of the history books—inconspicuous, perhaps, but glorious enough?

He had even thought of how future generations would call him!

Dao Ancestor Su Ji's most loyal follower—Li Fan!

Su Ji almost couldn't maintain his serious expression watching Li Fan's tearfully moved appearance.

He couldn't be bothered with Li Fan, who was still moved by his own imagination, and spoke directly to the soul cultivator woman.

"Is there an amplification array that can broadcast my words to the entire world?"

This time, the soul cultivator woman shook her head.

"No."

Her voice carried a matter-of-fact tone.

"As everyone knows, only the Voice of the Heavenly Dao can make a single sentence known to the whole world."

Hearing this, Su Ji fell deep into thought.

If he couldn't broadcast it to the world...

His plan might be a bit difficult to implement.

He looked at his Heavenly Mandate.

[Special Effect: The heavier the mission you bear, the stronger the karmic luck upon you.]

[Special Effect: When you are engaged in a battle for 'righteousness', you will receive a massive boost to your karmic luck.]

Suddenly...

A bold idea welled up in Su Ji's mind.

He turned his head and looked at Li Fan and his soul cultivator Dao companion.

"One month from now."

"You two will forge a Voice of the Heavenly Dao for me."