I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

I also don't know what's so valuable about my soul that the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos are so eager to stick to it, not even caring about being rear-ended by the Corpse Immortal Emperor's sword.

And from that moment on, a portion of the power of the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos leaked out. Although it wasn't even a drop in the bucket for it, for Luo Mo, who was a Half-Step Golden Immortal, this power contained the essence of three thousand kinds of Great Dao divine powers, saving him countless years of hard work and eliminating the need to condense them himself.

He wielded the True Spirit Seal, operated his own Three Thousand Great Daos, and received this power filtered by the Corpse Immortal Emperor, refining it.

It was like humans getting vaccinated with cowpox.

Herzog using Erii to filter dragon blood.

Luo Mo used the Corpse Immortal Emperor as a transfer station, using the sacrificial art to dissolve the killing intent in the power rebounded by the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and offering the pure power and vitality to himself in the form of sacrifice.

The Three Thousand Great Daos he cultivated began to rise sharply. Each of the Three Thousand Great Dao divine powers operated billions of times in an instant, sublimating and condensing to the extreme. Immortal golden light projected from each of the Three Thousand Great Daos. His Grand Luo Laws also evolved together in this transformation. Every three thousand Grand Luo Laws automatically gathered, combined, evolved, and condensed, also emitting immortal golden light from the depths, with three thousand Laws condensing into one, evolving from Grand Luo Laws into Grand Luo Golden Immortal Laws.

Such a combination should have emptied Luo Mo's body, because the Grand Luo Laws had all combined and transformed into Golden Immortal Laws, consuming a massive amount of vitality. But he was now radiant, and the power in his body seemed inexhaustible!

He slowly pushed out his palms, and a illusory portal appeared, which was the phantom of the Gate of Eternal Life, appearing in the River of Time.

As soon as the phantom of the Gate of Eternal Life appeared, the River of Time trembled violently, collapsing in large sections, as if it was about to be completely destroyed. Great changes occurred in every era, the heavens and earth were unstable, and the Great Dao was overturned, with each era showing signs of doomsday.

He pushed the phantom of the Gate of Eternal Life to walk in the River of Time, with his feet stepping out of large runes that spread out to stabilize the River of Time, otherwise, wherever the phantom of the Gate of Eternal Life went, the River of Time would be cut off inch by inch.

Pure golden flames rippled from his body, without a trace of impurities, illuminating all eras. All of the Grand Luo Laws completed their transformation into Golden Immortal Laws at this moment.

The fourth level of the Immortal Secret Realm, the Golden Immortal Realm, was successfully cultivated!

Luo Mo gazed at the heavens and all eras, with the power of countless crystalline universe kingdoms flowing within his body. The vast power that had been sacrificed was actually impossible to digest for the time being!

He felt like his body was about to crack open, and the massive vitality became active. His body simply couldn't bear it. He had previously received the power from the sacrifice all at once, but now he couldn't digest it, and disaster was about to strike!

Fortunately, Luo Mo immediately activated a trace of the power of the True Spirit Seal. A clear light sprinkled out from between his eyebrows, and the vitality of the Three Thousand Great Daos immediately behaved like a mouse seeing a cat. Illuminated by the clear light, they immediately obediently lay dormant, all sinking into the various crystalline universe kingdoms within his body, no longer acting recklessly.

He breathed in and out, inhaling and exhaling the heavens and worlds, with the vitality of all dimensions surging in and exchanging with him. The remaining vitality of the Three Thousand Great Daos in his mouth and nose radiated out into the River of Time, overflowing with vitality.

Fortunately, most of the vitality of the Three Thousand Great Daos, except for a few that were harmful, were beneficial to living beings. Even if some leaked out, it would be a great thing for that place, with a certain vitality in the world suddenly becoming richer, and the Great Dao suddenly becoming more intimate with a certain Dao Rule, making it easier to cultivate and making the power of the corresponding Dao techniques even stronger.

As for those eras and dimensions that were assigned the vitality of the Great Poison Art, they were relatively unfortunate.

After settling the power that was difficult to refine for the time being in his body, Luo Mo looked towards the downstream of the River of Time again, and could see a palm pushing the River of Time, with the River of Time slowly rolled up like a scroll. Soon, the entire River of Time would be destroyed.

He believed that he could not reach such power now, and even if he refined all the power in his body, it would probably not be enough. Only by stealing the power of the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos and using it for cultivation would there be a chance to surpass it.

So, how to steal the power of the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos?

It should be known that the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos were now intimately attached to his soul. No matter what, they could not be removed. If it weren't for the True Spirit Seal suppressing them, even if Luo Mo now had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, it would be impossible for him to withstand even a second in front of the Imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

He stepped out of the River of Time. The external altar was still there, but the Corpse Immortal Emperor had completely disappeared.

But his part of the primordial spirit was spared by Luo Mo and thrown into a universe on the World Tree to be reincarnated.

Although he had lost his Dao practice, he still had a part of the Immortal Emperor's primordial spirit. Even if he re-cultivated, it would not take much time to return with the posture of an Immortal Emperor.

Only a Grand Luo Sword Embryo remained in place. Luo Mo grabbed it in his hand, wiped it casually, refined all the dark matter, and then threw it to the other side of the Boundary Sea, flying into a universe of the World Tree, but not the one where the Corpse Immortal Emperor's primordial spirit was reincarnated, but a more vast universe, with more cultivators and a more prosperous cultivation civilization.

The sword embryo fell from the sky and landed on a stone mountain, attracting the attention of some powerful people, because the defensive formation on the star did not stop it.

But even these powerful people did not see clearly where this sword embryo fell from. Using secret methods to deduce, they could not get any results. It seemed that this sword embryo was born from heaven and earth and was destined to fall here.

A cultivator with the cultivation of a Great Saint deduced for a long time against the sword embryo, and finally said:

For a time, cultivators throughout the entire planet heard this rumor and began to come to Falling Sword Mountain to try and pull out this sword embryo, wanting to become its master. But without exception, no one succeeded.

At the same time, in another universe, an infant opened its eyes, neither crying nor fussing. Immortal light surged from the crown of its head, inhaling the essence of heaven and earth.

… …

Luo Mo saw a future, related to the Grand Luo Sword Embryo and the reincarnation of the Corpse Immortal Emperor's primordial spirit. Countless branches of fate diverged before him. He could reach out and choose a path, determining the future for others.

Having reached such a realm, the river of time in this world appeared increasingly fragile, able to be manipulated at will. The power of a Golden Immortal greatly increased here.

The incarnations remained seated, cultivating here.

Luo Mo imparted the Corpse Immortal Emperor's Dao to them for comprehension. Each incarnation had its own path. Becoming an Immortal Emperor was not difficult for them, only requiring some time.

As for Luo Mo's own Dao, it was to achieve the Supreme Being of the Great Dao with the myriad Daos of the world. Therefore, the advancement of his incarnations was also a very important matter for him.

While the incarnations comprehended their respective Immortal Emperor Daos, Luo Mo himself continued to refine the power of the sacrifices. The power of the Corpse Immortal Emperor was not much, but the tiny fraction he had scammed from the Three Thousand Great Dao Imprints had not yet been completely refined, even now. This was a vast power. As he cultivated, Golden Immortal Laws were continuously condensing within his body.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand…

Golden Immortal Laws, thick and majestic like pillars of the sky, each possessing the power to create the heavens and establish time. Luo Mo cultivated slowly, comprehending the mysteries of the Golden Immortal Dao and condensing his own Golden Immortal Laws.

He was not Fang Han, able to devour other Golden Immortals, even packaging experience points and directly copying and pasting them into his brain.

He was also cultivating the Golden Immortal Laws for the first time, and many things still needed to be explored on his own. No mistakes could be made, especially with his Golden Immortal Laws, which contained all three thousand Great Daos. The materials were perfect enough, and the technology could not go wrong if he wanted to be truly flawless.

Therefore, his speed of condensing Golden Immortal Laws was not fast. He only condensed a few hundred Golden Immortal Laws each day, and he had to multitask, communicating with the incarnations and discussing the Immortal Emperor Dao.

For a hundred years in a row, the incarnations no longer discussed the Dao, but began to cultivate in seclusion, attacking the Immortal Emperor realm. All the theories had been perfected in the discussions, and next was for each of them to become an Emperor.

At this moment, Luo Mo had intermittently cultivated eight million Golden Immortal Laws. This number was undoubtedly far beyond that of a normal Golden Immortal, appearing very abnormal.

But even so, the power deposited in his body had not been completely consumed, not even a thousandth of it had been used. It could be seen how correct it was to fleece the Three Thousand Great Dao Imprints!

Such a large sum of wool was enough for him to cultivate into the strongest Golden Immortal!

Even though he was currently the only Golden Immortal in this world.

But on second thought, merely a strand of wool had such a vast power. When he truly refined the Three Thousand Great Dao Imprints, what kind of great power would he obtain? And what kind of cultivation would he reach?

Ancestral Immortal should be no problem, and Supreme Immortal seemed possible as well.

Being bolder, Celestial Sovereign and Immortal King did not seem impossible either.

But his current strength was equivalent to the Immortal Emperor realm of the Shrouding Heavens cultivation system, perhaps even a little higher.

But if it was any higher, how could he cultivate in this world?

Without sufficient strength, how could he refine the Three Thousand Great Dao Imprints?

There seemed to be a disconnect in the middle.

Only by refining the Three Thousand Great Dao Imprints could he improve his realm.

But only by improving his realm could he refine the Three Thousand Great Dao Imprints.

It was just like the dilemma of needing work experience to get a job, but only gaining work experience by going to work, falling into a cycle.

He waved his hand, condensing light into paper, wrote a letter home, and sent it to the other side of the Boundary Sea. Then, he walked to the Corpse Immortal Emperor's stone throne.

This was the Corpse Immortal Emperor's Dao field, the place where he sealed himself. The stone throne could even restrain himself, containing Immortal Emperor runes.

But in front of Luo Mo, with just one step, the stone mountain-like Emperor's throne was destroyed by the invisible Golden Immortal might, turning into a sky full of sand and gravel. At the same time, thunder rumbled in the sky, and chains of order emerged, dense and numerous. There was a hole facing downwards. The Corpse Immortal Emperor treated this hole even more strictly than the measures to seal himself.

There was a hole in the sky, like a cut wound. The Corpse Immortal Emperor's throne was not only used to suppress and seal himself, but also to seal this hole. Although there was a lingering divine light of order, black clouds churned within, constantly gushing out, turning into black mist.

Previously, the Corpse Immortal Emperor wanted to rely on sealing himself, and then exhaling and inhaling the heavens, absorbing the vitality of all realms to expel the dark power in his body. This trick was impossible to succeed, and the reason lay here.

The chains of order that he had arranged to seal this hole, although dense and numerous, had been corroded for the most part. In the most serious places, the black mist had already been released from it.

This was equivalent to him sealing himself here, thinking of detoxifying, but the toxins had already broken through the seal and were constantly being released.

The pool was releasing water on one side, while adding water on the other. When would it ever be finished?

Moreover, as the chains of order he had arranged were eroded more and more seriously, the black mist would only leak out more and more. He would never have a day when the detoxification ended.

Inside the hole, there were various crystal clear droplets, containing powerful essence, but there was also black blood, about to flow down. It was just that the chains of order were still in effect, not allowing it to flow down.

Luo Mo came to the hole, and reached out to tear off the chains of order arranged by the Corpse Immortal Emperor. These chains of order, which had been severely corroded by black blood, did not cost him any effort.

He reached out and caught a drop of black blood falling down, lightly twirling it between his fingers. Pure golden flames burned, and the black blood was roasted by the flames transformed by the Golden Immortal Laws, making a sizzling sound, and then turned into a wisp of black ash.

In Luo Mo's eyes, a thread of cause and effect

had already been established, extending into the distance. The person who released this black blood in the first place had already been locked by the Great Karma Technique. Luo Mo would go find him.

He tore the hole open, expanding it, revealing the scene on the other side of the hole.

On the other side of the hole, there was a stone tablet with some words written on it.

Luo Mo looked at the stone tablet, grinding the black ash between his fingers, thinking about his path of cultivation.

Suddenly, he looked at the black ash between his fingers, and an idea was born among the infinite sparks of thought.

It didn't seem impossible either. He was very familiar with this kind of thing.