Chapter 1142: Daoist Paranormal Immortals (Seeking Subscription)

“Heavenly Dao?”

The Mysterious Trace True Master pondered slightly and slowly recited, “The Taoist Ancestor said: ‘The Way of Heaven, isn’t it like drawing a bow? High things are pressed down, low things lifted up; what has surplus is reduced, what is insufficient is supplemented. The way of man is otherwise, reducing the insufficient to serve the surplus…'”

After reciting, he looked at Shen Xuan with deep eyes: “Brother, with this statement, do you presume yourself to be a sage?”

“Senior Brother, you overthink it.”

Shen Xuan smiled slightly, his expression calm.

“We cultivators pursue nothing but ‘Unity of Heaven and Man, Natural Daoist Skill.’ I merely act naturally, with clarity of mind, making my cultivation smooth.”

He stood up, his robes fluttering in the mountain breeze, his voice clear and steady: “Looking up, without shame to the heavens; looking down, without guilt to men.”

“Profound Ice’s actions also conform to the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Adding vitality to the Profound Origin Realm, contributing a small effort to the prosperity of the Human Race.”

After speaking, he gazed at the end of the sea of clouds, his eyes distant, as if penetrating through heavy clouds to see the true face of heaven and earth.

The Mysterious Trace True Master remained silent for a long time, lost in thought.

The mountain wind swept through his gray-white hair, also stirring those obsessions and regrets that had accumulated for a hundred years.

After a long time, the Mysterious Trace True Master slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes complex.

“Junior Brother, it was I who was foolish.”

“This life trapped in the obsession of the Nascent Soul, blinded by sect affairs, the Dao Heart had long been slanted without realizing. A great mistake, a great mistake indeed!”

Shen Xuan smiled slightly, his tone harmonious: “At this time, to see through is not too late.”

His gaze rested on the other.

“Junior Brother will close off for bitter cultivation. Yuehan’s disposition, Senior Brother knows well, really not fit for leadership. Would Senior Brother be willing to temporarily assume the position of Deputy Island Master?”

The Mysterious Trace True Master was suddenly taken aback.

He hadn’t expected Shen Xuan to set his sights on him.

Failing to prove Dao and become Nascent Soul, critically injuring the Dao Foundation, with lifespan nearing its end.

At most three or five decades of time, then body and soul would perish.

He had long since looked down upon worldly things.

But at this moment.

From Shen Xuan’s calm eyes, he saw an extraordinary light.

That light, many years ago, he had seen in his own reflection in the mirror.

The two were silent in their gaze, the mountain wind howling.

After a long while, the Mysterious Trace True Master inquired: “Aren’t you afraid the Spirit Sword might bear a grudge?”

“A true man has his own principles in his actions.”

Shen Xuan smiled with composure: “Why bother with how others think?”

The Mysterious Trace True Master fell silent again.

This time it was particularly prolonged.

The sea of clouds surged beneath their feet, like those lingering lights within his chest, long dormant yet never extinguished.

Finally, the Mysterious Trace True Master slowly spoke: “This matter is of great importance. Allow me to consider it thoughtfully.”

“I will give you an answer in three days.”

“Alright.”

Shen Xuan nodded, his tone assertive.

“I will remain here, awaiting Senior Brother for three days.”

Shen Xuan took his leave and went to rest at True Master Xuan Yuan’s Cave Mansion.

He knew the Mysterious Trace True Master would surely agree.

It wasn’t merely about weighing pros and cons.

The Mysterious Trace True Master could leverage the influence of Starlight Island to support old comrades and the bloodline descendants of his family.

Moreover, it was because of that heart unwilling to remain silent and still.

People with grand ambitions never wish to grow old in secluded woods.

…

Time flowed like water, silently passing four years.

Within the Cold Ice Cave’s practice room.

Shen Xuan sat cross-legged, his aura gradually stabilizing.

The last portion of the Bloodthirsty Poison Mosquito King’s Essence Blood was finally refined.

His Divine Sense submerged, and the inscriptions on the Mysterious Jade Talisman emerged.

[Lifespan: 268/1038]

[Dao Rhyme: 4868215]

[Talent: Million Illusory Forms Great Success (1228/1600)]

Four years of arduous practice, exhausting the Demon King Inner Core Essence Blood, increased the Dao Rhyme by only a little over 1.7 million.

Somewhat less than expected.

“The bloodline of insect-type Demon Kings is ultimately not as good as dragon descendants…”

Shen Xuan inwardly sighed.

Initially, he also wished to strengthen the Divine Power of [Devouring All Things].

After all, in the Human Race flesh body, the strongest part is none other than the teeth.

In life-and-death combat, in close-quarters battles, physical divine powers like [Sharp Teeth and Fangs] and [Devouring All Things] are the last resorts.

Unfortunately, the Jade Talisman did not present this option.

This indicated that his current [Devouring All Things] Divine Power surpassed that of the Poisonous Mosquito King.

He could only continue to strengthen [Million Illusory Forms].

If this technique reached Perfection, it would also be a top-tier escape technique, allowing him to advance and retreat freely.

Shen Xuan considered secretly: “In terms of offensive techniques, I still rely on body refining divine powers, which seem somewhat singular.”

“However, in terms of defense and escape techniques, I am no less than an ordinary Nascent Soul.”