Deep within the Creation Dao Realm, inside that mysterious hall, stood the towering black pagoda.0

Finally, the imprint is complete. With the imprint unified, there's no turning back. A glimmer of anticipation flashed through the four eyes of the Origin Spirit. What follows is the true challenge. One must successfully bear the Archaea imprint. Success means survival, becoming an Archon, with hope for the future. Failure means certain death.0

The current Origin Spirit was not the most complete version of itself, not privy to all secrets, but from what it did know, the Archaea imprint was absolutely terrifying. If the attempt failed, even eternal beings might not be able to withstand the backlash.0

I hope he succeeds. If successful, I too could... The Origin Spirit suddenly shook its head, muttering softly. It's been too long, far too long. I've forgotten so much.0

On the second floor of the black pagoda was an unremarkable hall.0

Wu Yuan sat motionless in lotus position at the center of the hall, a hint of pain etched on his face. Simultaneously, waves of vast energy pulsed from his body, radiating in all directions.0

Within his body, the Samsara Sword’s imprint had completely vanished. After Wu Yuan's body refiner self took over the full imprint, the second level of the black pagoda in his upper dantian lobe had opened. His Yuan Soul had likewise entered the somewhat illusory second floor of the black pagoda’s projection. 0

Strands of mysterious blood light from the void poured into Wu Yuan's Yuan Soul, gradually merging with every thread of his Yuan Soul’s power.0

At the same time, outside Wu Yuan's physical body, circles of blood...0