I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Adding the two together, the 770 million experience points are just enough, with a surplus of 50 million.

He raised his head and looked at the highest point of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, where a leaf had long since withered and turned yellow, yet it had not fallen, as if waiting for someone's decision.

Jiang Wang stood up, his robes fluttering and rustling even though there was no wind.

"In nine thousand years, I have seen through the twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons, and I have also seen through myself."

"The way of formations ultimately requires the help of others; but proving the way through force only requires myself."

He took a step forward, and his figure appeared in the chaotic world inside the Chaos Pearl.

There are no directions, no sun, moon, or stars; only an endless expanse of gray air slowly swirling.

Each wisp of air was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on the space and causing it to crack slightly.

That was true chaos, the state before Pangu separated heaven and earth. Even a sage who entered this place would have his foundation of cultivation destroyed.

Jiang Wang walked barefoot on the chaotic air currents, without a speck of dust touching his feet.

He took a deep breath, and the 820 million experience points transformed into a raging torrent in his sea of ​​consciousness, flooding into his limbs and bones.

"Nine Revolutions Profound Technique...Eighth Revolution!"

boom!
From within the body came the first muffled sound, like a dragon's roar.

Bones were reassembled inch by inch, flesh and blood were kneaded as if by an invisible giant hand, and every muscle fiber was being torn and healed repeatedly.

Jiang Wang remained expressionless, though fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which were instantly evaporated into nothingness by the chaotic airflow.

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts.

The pain was so intense that even a saint would scream in agony.

But Jiang Wang just stood there quietly, like a pine tree growing against the wind, its back always straight no matter how the chaotic air currents tore at it.

One hour, two hours...

After an unknown amount of time, the eighth transformation was finally completed.

Beneath his skin, a faint golden light flowed, like an immortal golden Buddha, or an ancient war immortal.

Jiang Wang looked down and glanced at his hands.

The lines on the palm have completely disappeared, replaced by countless extremely fine Pangu lines, each line slowly absorbing and releasing chaotic energy.

He didn't stop; his experience points continued to pour in.

"Ninth Revolution... Begin!"

In that instant, the chaotic world seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, with countless strands of chaotic energy emitting mournful cries as they frantically converged on Jiang Wang's body.

His pores opened, like millions of greedy little mouths, devouring the primordial energy before the creation of heaven and earth.

Bones rumbled, flesh and blood wept, and meridians were broken and then rebuilt.

Jiang Wang's hair stood on end under the influence of the chaotic airflow, and two golden lamps silently lit up deep within his pupils.

That is a symbol of the ultimate power.

It was also his only choice in this life.

When the last bit of experience points was exhausted, the chaotic world suddenly fell silent.

All the chaotic currents of energy stopped at that moment.

Jiang Wang slowly raised his head, his long hair moving without wind, his robes already reduced to ashes in the impact, but he didn't care at all.

He stepped out barefoot.

Click.

The void beneath their feet shattered like a mirror, cracks spreading in all directions. Wherever they passed, the chaotic air currents retreated, as if paying homage to their king.

Jiang Wang looked down at his own body.

It lacked the ethereal and elusive aura of a sage, and the unfathomable Daoist charm of Hongjun.

Yes, it is a power that is pure to the extreme.

One punch can shatter a galaxy.

A single thought can shatter chaos.

He said softly:

"From now on, my path, Jiang Wang's path, will only reside within myself."

As the voice faded, deep within the chaotic world, an extremely ancient will seemed to tremble slightly, as if responding or sighing.

Jiang Wang didn't look again. He simply raised his hand and summoned the Chaos Pearl, which transformed into a stream of light and fell into his palm.

He turned around and stepped out of the Chaos Pearl.

Beneath the Wudao tea tree, the withered yellow leaf finally drifted down gently.

Jiang Wang reached out and caught it.

The leaves turned to ashes at his fingertips and vanished in the wind.

After nine thousand years of sitting in solitude, the curtain finally falls today.

He looked up and gazed beyond the hidden realm, where, although the human realm had only been in existence for a little over half a year, the celestial realm was already in turmoil.

Jiang Wang chuckled softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached every corner of the hidden realm.

"bring it on."

"I am ready."

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged inside the Chaos Bell, his body enveloped by a light curtain of thirty-three layers of Creation Lotus. The lotus leaves trembled slightly, as if breathing in the chaotic energy.

The air currents surged like waves, rushing into his nostrils and bursting out from his pores, transforming into a faint golden mist that made him appear ethereal and lofty.

He stared at the glaring number on the system panel: 770 million experience points. It felt like a heavy mountain, making his heart feel slightly heavy.

"Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, Eighth Revolution, 99.99 million experience points... Ninth Revolution, 678 million experience points..."

Jiang Wang sighed softly, and with a light stroke of his finger in the air, experience points poured down like a waterfall, the numbers jumping wildly until they reached zero.

In that instant, he felt an ancient and vast Dao sound explode deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, like the first heartbeat at the beginning of the primordial world, which made his soul tremble slightly.

boom!
Within the physical body, billions of cells simultaneously shone with golden light, each grain of flesh transforming into a small world, within which endless creation and destruction occurred.

The bones emitted a crisp sound like a dragon's roar, the meridians surged like a great river, and mysterious runes naturally emerged beneath the skin, as if they were born that way, or as if they had been sculpted over millions of years.

Eighth transformation!

The ninth revolution... also reached its completion in the same instant!

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Art has been fully mastered!
Jiang Wang slowly opened his eyes, and two chaotic lights flashed and disappeared deep in his eyes, as if the boundless power of creation was sleeping in his eyes.

He raised his hand, the lines on his palm resembling mountains and rivers. With a gentle clench, an invisible force crushed the surrounding void, producing a faint cracking sound, but it was smoothed out by the Creation Lotus in the next instant, without even a ripple.

"The realm of mastery... is indeed different."

He murmured something, and with a slight thought, the torrent of magical power that had been accumulating within him for a billion years suddenly boiled over, like a dragon breaking free of its cage, frantically crashing against the barrier of sainthood.

The barrier appeared as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it was as resilient as the very foundation of heaven and earth. No matter how much magical power struck it, it only caused a faint ripple. Jiang Wang frowned slightly, his divine sense sinking into the system to examine its foundation.

[Host's current cultivation level: 1 billion years (of which 200 million years were consumed during the previous two attempts to attain the Dao of Law, used to solidify the foundation of the Great Dao)]

"Two hundred million years are still needed..."

He gave a bitter smile. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have rushed to prove his Dao twice.

Although proving one's way through laws can also lead to sainthood, it is ultimately far weaker than proving one's way through force.

Moreover, he cultivates the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and his physical body has already become chaotic. He was born to prove the Dao through strength. If he were to take any other path, it would be a complete waste of his talents.

In the blink of an eye, twenty crystal-clear pills, the Great Luo Heaven Pills, appeared in his palm. Each pill contained millions of years of pure cultivation essence, without any impurities, and could be directly refined.

Without further hesitation, Jiang Wang swallowed all twenty pills in one gulp.

The pill melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into twenty blazing torrents that rushed down the throat to the dantian, then instantly exploded and merged into the limbs and bones.

The feeling was as if twenty ancient dragons were roaring and surging within his body at the same time, tearing at his flesh and meridians, only to be gradually refined and unified under the automatic operation of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

A mix of excruciating pain and relief washed over him; fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he remained expressionless, though his breathing gradually became heavier.

It took a full forty-nine hours for the twenty torrents to completely subside, transforming into two hundred million years of vast cultivation, filling the last gap in his foundation.

A billion years of cultivation, perfected!

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp as knives.

"It is time to prove the truth."

As soon as he had that thought, the magical power within his body, accumulated over a billion years, surged completely, transforming into a boundless tidal wave that crashed fiercely against that barrier of sainthood!

Rumble!
At this moment, outside the Chaos Bell, the three thousand Great Daos trembled simultaneously, lightning flashed in the void, and thunder roared like dragons.

The Thirty-Threefold Creation Azure Lotus spun wildly, its petals blooming and scattering countless rays of azure light, suppressing the violent phenomenon and preventing even a fraction of it from leaking out.

However, Jiang Wang's body had already turned into a state of chaos.

Under the guidance of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the magical power accumulated over a billion years was frantically compressed, condensed, and sublimated, ultimately transforming into strands of pure and ultimate primordial power! The power was so vast, so domineering, and so ancient that it seemed to have existed since the beginning of time, carrying the supreme will to create the world, wanting to tear everything apart and reshape everything!
Jiang Wang's consciousness was almost shattered at this moment. He felt an unimaginably grand voice roaring in his mind:

"Open the heavens! Open the heavens! Open the heavens!!"

The voice carried endless madness and longing, as if it wanted to drag him into boundless chaos, transform him into Pangu, and reenact the creation of the world! His soul began to crack, and fine bloodstains appeared on the surface of his body. Golden blood slowly oozed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, turning into chaotic energy upon contact.

In the critical moment, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique suddenly activated to its maximum on its own, unleashing billions of golden rays from the depths of its cells, transforming into profound chains that restrained the "heaven-opening" force.

Impulsiveness relentlessly entangled, suppressed, and refined! Golden light intertwined with chaos, emitting a deafening roar. Jiang Wang's physical body was almost torn in two at this moment, only to be forcibly stitched back together in the next instant.

After an unknown amount of time—perhaps a moment, perhaps billions of years—that impulse to create the world finally subsided completely, transformed by the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and becoming Jiang Wang's own power.

He looked down at his perfectly intact hands, his pupils contracting slightly.

"So... mastering the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is the true key to proving the Dao through force."

"Without a master at the Great Perfection realm to suppress this will of creation, I fear that any living being who tries to prove the Dao by force will follow in Pangu's footsteps, driven by that impulse, forcibly creating the world, and ultimately dying and annihilating..."

A chill ran through Jiang Wang's heart.

"Pangu... could it be that he also met such an end because his cultivation technique was not fully mastered? Or... was all of this deliberately orchestrated by someone?"

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Chaos Bell and the endless void, looking towards the unfathomable Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on the cloud bed. Suddenly, he sensed something, opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which quickly turned into regret.

"Some people tried to prove their path through force... but failed?"

He calculated with his fingers, but all he saw was a chaotic mist. All traces of that person seemed to have been erased by some supreme power, and even he, the Dao Ancestor, could not see them.

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Hongjun sighed softly, his voice ethereal and distant, "The new nursery I painstakingly preserved has been destroyed just like that."

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, they were as calm as still water, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the Chaos Bell.

Jiang Wang was unaware of the Zixiao Palace's spying. He only felt that the ten billion primordial power within his body had been completely stabilized, the Saintly Barrier had shattered, and an unprecedented sense of power arose spontaneously.

He slowly stood up, and the Thirty-Threefold Creation Lotus automatically returned to his brow, while the Chaos Bell transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his body.

At this moment, he has become a Primordial Saint who has proven the Dao through force!

Heaven and earth live as long as heaven and earth, the sun and moon shine as brightly as the sun and moon, and all living beings in the primordial world must not be harmed!
The system's cold voice then rang out:
[Ding! The system has detected that the host has successfully proven their Dao through force, triggering the ultimate reward of the super hidden mission!]

[Reward 1: A drop of Pangu's essence blood (already placed in system space)]

[Reward 2: 1 Super Experience Point Lottery Chance (Winning anywhere from 1 billion to 10 billion experience points)]

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, then his lips twitched.

"System, you're getting more and more skilled at this kind of trickery."

The system continued:
[Pangu's essence blood contains a portion of the original Dao of the Great God Pangu. If the host is willing, one hundred million experience points can be consumed to analyze it, or there is a very small probability of obtaining the Dao talent of ten times the primordial power of Pangu, as well as the original Dao technique of 'nine deaths and indestructibility' (a total of nine lives).]

】

Jiang Wang remained silent for a moment, gazing at the drop of golden essence blood that floated quietly in the system space. A glint of heat flashed in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed.

"One hundred million experience points... You're practically forcing me to keep grinding."

He chuckled softly, but his laughter was full of fighting spirit.

"Alright, Pangu's essence blood, ten times the power of Hunyuan, nine lives... This deal is worth it!"

"From this day forward, I will earn experience points until even the Heavenly Dao trembles!"

Deep within the chaos, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair flowing and his robes billowing.

In that instant, his aura was as deep and boundless as the ocean, as if he were a supreme being who had truly emerged from chaos.

Proving the Way through force is merely the beginning.

The real road ahead is still very long.

Inside the Chaos Bell, before the bell tolled, Jiang Wang had already opened his eyes.

Five thousand years of time, like a wisp of smoke, slipped through his fingers.

He slowly dissipated.

When he stood up, there was not a trace of human presence around him, only boundless chaos slowly swirling in the depths of his pupils, as if he had casually grasped a small world within his eyes.

It is an ocean of laws, and a vast expanse of power.

Two completely different paths converged within his body, yet coexisted strangely, neither competing nor vying for power, like two ancient behemoths each occupying a corner, breathing into each other's ears, yet never crossing the boundary.

He raised his hand, and there was no spiritual light flickering between his five fingers, but the void itself cracked open, the Chaos Bell rang softly, and the bell mouth reversed, gently spitting him out.

The bell swayed, shrinking to the size of a palm, and disappeared into his sleeve.

The entire process was devoid of any magical fluctuations; it was as if an ordinary person had simply walked out of the house and closed the door.

Jiang Wang lowered his eyes and looked at his palm.

The palm lines remain the same, yet they appear even more profound than they did five thousand years ago, like ancient riverbeds where blood no longer flows, but rather the tides of laws and power.

He smiled slightly, and supernatural powers arose spontaneously. In an instant, his aura completely concealed itself. If anyone were present, they would only see a handsome young man in simple white clothes, without even the slightest trace of a cultivator. (End of Chapter)