Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

This old man's body is Jiang Hao's fourth transformation, starting from old age, then childhood, and finally adulthood, completing a cycle.

This completes the transformation.

This was a sudden flash of inspiration that occurred to him after he encountered the Dao Venerable Method, the Lingbao Method, and the Primordial Method.

Jiang Hao discovered that the three seemed to be related. For example, Lingbao was very sensitive to the auras of Yuanshi and Daozun, and had a different kind of affection for the two than for others, as if they had a special relationship.

The three figures represent origin, prosperity, and end, much like a person's life, or the process of the world's creation and destruction.

So Jiang Hao began to consider whether this method was feasible. After continuously refining it, he decided to use it once he found it to be feasible.

As for the original transformation method, it can still be used, but it can be saved for the next life.

This transformation method is very applicable.

Jiang Hao thought of many things: legends from different worlds, and the wondrous echoes at the level of the Great Dao.

Similar examples exist in different worlds.

Ultimately, all these insights coalesced into the path beneath my feet, allowing me to enter the mortal world with the body of the Dao, personally experience the cycle of life, comprehend the changes of all things, and finally return to a state of perfect fulfillment.

"Working in isolation will inevitably have limitations; only by traveling with fellow practitioners can we see a wider world."

Jiang Hao remarked that this was the most direct insight he gained from the creation of this transformation method.

Without Lingbao Tianzun and the others, I wouldn't have had this transformation method.

This is the benefit of having fellow practitioners.

Jiang looked once more at the little creatures in the Immortal Pool who were conveying their attachment and reluctance to part to him, and said gently, "Grow well, and wait for my return."

After speaking, Jiang Hao no longer hesitated. He straightened his simple gray Taoist robe, turned around, and walked steadily and calmly towards the outside of the Heavenly Court, towards the vast and boundless mortal world filled with smoke and fire.

The body that attains the Dao needs to undergo a transformation in the mortal world before returning to its original state.

At this moment, the Dao Fruit Body has no magical power; it is merely a mortal body.

Any cultivator who is new to the path of cultivation can easily injure this body.

However, it was only a minor injury.

This Dao Fruit body is causally connected to the seated Heavenly Emperor's true form, and is also inseparable from the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, which Jiang Hao has been organizing and unifying for 100,000 years.

Its journey through the world is like a subtle projection cast by the will of Heaven.

Any deadly malice or harm directed at this Dao Fruit body will be considered a provocation against the order of this world.

At that time, without Jiang Hao's physical body needing to make a thought, all the myriad paths of heaven and earth will naturally backfire and bring down punishment.

To harm his Dao fruit body is to be an enemy of the entire world.

This is Jiang Hao, the Chaos Emperor, who, after being invincible for 100,000 years, possesses an intangible authority and supreme status in this world.

That's status!

The figure of the elderly Daoist slowly disappeared beyond the celestial mist and glowing clouds and the layers of palaces, heading towards the inevitable trials of the mortal world.

On the futon, Jiang Hao's true form remained seated quietly, his Daoist aura flowing endlessly, as if nothing had happened, or as if everything was simply in flux.

The Immortal Pool returned to tranquility, with only the water rippling gently, shimmering with light, and a few exceptionally intelligent little creatures silently absorbing the Daoist essence, awaiting their earth-shattering bloom one day.

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The mountain gate of the Dao Seeking Sect is still located on that familiar spiritual vein of Ziwei Star.

Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the Daoist Sect, as the birthplace of the Heavenly Emperor, has long held a position that transcends worldly affairs.

However, the sect did not move to the Thirty-Three Heavens and still preserved this ancestral land that had been passed down for many years.

This place is more like a symbol, a spiritual root, reminding the world that the supreme Heavenly Emperor also walked out of here step by step.

Jiang Hao walked slowly along the mountain path, wearing a simple Taoist robe, his white hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

The blue stone steps in front of the mountain gate have been worn smooth as a mirror by countless generations of disciples, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds.

The pine trees on both sides are still verdant and upright. When the mountain wind blows, the sound of the pines seems to be no different from that of 100,000 years ago.

He walked very slowly, each step as if measuring the passage of time.

Passing by the training ground, I saw young disciples sweating profusely, their fists and feet flying, their shouts full of youthful vigor.

Those innocent yet focused faces made him feel as if he were seeing the distant past.

That's how he was back then, it feels like yesterday.

Passing by the Hall of Transmission of Skills, I heard the elders inside explaining the scriptures, their voices rising and falling in cadence, their words earnest and profound.

A young face sat by the window, listening intently, his eyes shining.

I passed by the small courtyard where he used to live.

The place is very different now. Carefully tended medicinal herbs are displayed on the windowsill, the courtyard gate is always open, and people are constantly coming and going in the courtyard.

This place has become a special pilgrimage site within the sect, attracting disciples who come with reverence and longing.

Standing quietly in the courtyard, some prayed softly, others silently felt the energy, hoping to absorb a trace of the legendary Heavenly Emperor's fortune.

Jiang Hao stood not far from the courtyard gate, watching the lively scene with a faint smile on his face.

He stood there, but none of the disciples passing by actually looked at him.

It wasn't that he was invisible; in the perception of these young cultivators, there was indeed an inconspicuous old man in gray standing by the door.

But the thought only flashes by, and one will subconsciously ignore it, as if it were just part of the background and would not pay attention to it.

Jiang Hao's appearance had not changed; it was his original face. Logically speaking, others should have recognized him.

However, they did not recognize him because Jiang Hao's appearance is different in different people's eyes.

There is no "I" in this world, yet I am everywhere.

Jiang Hao didn't disturb anyone; he simply watched and listened quietly to the young disciples' whispered prayers.

"Thanks to the Heavenly Emperor and Ancestral Master, I passed the inner sect assessment smoothly this time..."

"I hope to sense a trace of the Dao and break through this bottleneck..."

"May the Heavenly Emperor bless my disciple so that he may successfully propose to his junior sister!"

The voice was sincere and pure, and Jiang Hao smiled knowingly.

"Young people are full of energy."

Jiang Hao walked through the quiet forest path behind the mountain and arrived at the sect's cemetery.

This place is the final resting place of generations of sages of the Daoist sect, with rows of blue stone tablets standing tall, creating a solemn and peaceful atmosphere.

He stopped in front of two blue stone tombstones.

The tombstone bears simple names; they are his parents in this life, who have passed away many years ago.

Jiang Hao stood quietly in front of the tomb for a long time. He took out three ordinary sticks of incense from his wide sleeve, and with a flick of his fingertips, the incense sticks ignited without a flame.

He carefully inserted the incense stick into the soil in front of the grave.

Wisps of smoke rose straight up, then slowly dispersed with the mountain breeze.

Jiang Hao didn't speak, he just stood there quietly.

Many faces from the long past now appear exceptionally clearly in my mind.

The elder who, though seemingly stern, was actually kind-hearted and always offered him guidance in private.

The plump old lady who worked in the kitchen always secretly slipped a few sweet pastries into his arms.

And those friends who once sneaked down the mountain to play together, only to be punished by sweeping the steps for three whole months when they came back...

They have all turned to dust.

Of the sect members of that generation, apart from a few who were willing to self-proclaim their status, most of them lived out their lives, whether long or short, like ordinary people, and returned to the world.

There are fewer and fewer people of the same generation.

He is the only one who has truly survived to this day, witnessing the changes of the world over the past 100,000 years.

Eternal desolation, only he remains.

"Time..." Jiang Hao sighed silently in his heart, "Truly, it is both the most ruthless and the most fair!"