Chapter 2385 The Manifestation of the Great Dao: The Sand Sea Path Map
Celestial light shines in the sky, and all paths rise together.
In an instant, the energy of all the regions of the Chaos Sea seemed to be drawn to that strange phenomenon. Hundreds of immortal lights shattered the void, drawing countless rainbow-like trajectories, as if the stars were flowing backwards, falling towards that secret realm.
That is Mingdao Shahai.
The shifting sands are silent, yet they reflect the five colors of heaven and earth, chaotic and ancient.
From afar, it resembles a boundless sea; up close, however, it is a collection of fragments of heaven and earth flowing and merging, layered like tides. Each grain of sand is a condensation of the Dao, and each inch of light is an overflow of the Dao's veins.
Just now.
A blue-robed cultivator slowly approached, his feet treading on purple energy, his divine soul radiating brilliance.
This person has wings of rosy clouds on his back, wears a blue robe, and has clear and handsome features. His name is unknown, but it is known that he calls himself "Master of the Purple Cloud Tower" and is an ancient immortal from one of the seventy-three heavens in a certain immortal realm of the Chaos Sea.
Before he finished speaking, there was no wind or sound in the world, only the brilliance of the sand flowing quietly.
He suddenly realized something was wrong—
The sky is no longer bright.
Looking up, the sky seemed to have collapsed, with endless shadows falling, even the chaotic immortal energy seemed to stagnate. It wasn't that the sky was dark, but rather—the sky had been obscured by some boundless power.
At that moment, the blue-robed monk's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
He finally saw it clearly—
A giant.
It stands immeasurably high above the sea of sand, seemingly the only pillar between heaven and earth.
The giant's entire body seemed to be formed from countless grains of quicksand, with the brilliance of gold, silver, bronze, and iron interwoven into a blazing light curtain. Lightning flickered between its brows, and the sound of the Great Dao could be heard faintly. Between the opening and closing of its eyes, it seemed as if millions of stars were being born and dying.
He was horrified and used his divine sense to investigate.
However, when the divine sense reached it, there was an invisible backlash of lightning, as if it had touched some kind of "unobservable" forbidden zone.
That giant was neither born of heaven, nor a puppet, nor was it accidental.
That is the embodiment of the Great Dao itself!
One breath, two breaths.
Deep in the desert, the second, third, and fourth giants appeared one after another.
They either sat cross-legged in meditation, held up the void with their hands, carried the Milky Way on their backs, or held the sandy realm horizontally in their palms.
Their aura wasn't turbulent, yet it was terrifying—a silent, overwhelming majesty, a natural law transcending all cultivation, seemingly proclaiming to the world:
Here, the road is being forged!
The blue-robed cultivator's throat bobbed, his immortal power uncontrollably flowing backward, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes.
He tried to speak, but no sound came out.
Because—when he looked at the distant sea of sand, his worldview completely collapsed.
Looking down from the heavens, the entire Mingdao Sand Sea was filled with ten thousand giants!
They stood silently, facing the sky.
Some people put their hands together in prayer, as if chanting.
Some looked down with their eyes lowered, as if they were trying to understand the Tao.
Some bear the weight of mountains and rivers on their backs, and the radiance of the five elements flows beneath their skin.
Some eyes hung down to the dew-kissed fire, each breath a manifestation of thunder, lightning, and storms.
Their numbers surpassed the mortal understanding of "numbers." Each giant carried a lineage of the Great Dao. They were not living beings, yet they seemed to be "breathing in and out."
Thousands of rays of light undulated from their veins, like rivers flowing and stars migrating.
When they stood together above the heavens and earth, at that moment, the sea of sand was no longer a sea of sand, but—a vast Dao diagram!
The quicksand swirls beneath their feet, light and dust intertwine around them, and the Great Dao flows between their brows.
They are the myriad forms created by Chen Xun—forged in the Five Elements Furnace with the Inscribed Dao Silk, with his own Great Dao as the bone, the Heavenly Secrets as the soul, and Chaos as the breath!
This is not an outward manifestation of creation, but the true manifestation of the Dao!
He once believed that the True Spirit was the manifestation of the Great Dao. Later, he underwent countless tribulations, manifesting as the True Spirit of the Immortal Realm. Now, he has finally taken the second step. The endless, dim Dao patterns within his Dao essence are continuously being filled and illuminated by the Dao-Inscribed Veil... ushering in the ultimate sublimation of his Dao essence—
It was extracted and transformed into a giant of the Great Dao.
The Five Elements circulate, Yin and Yang interact, the Great Dao is structurally similar, and all laws resonate—each giant is a link in Chen Xun's Great Dao, a manifestation of the endless Dao essence within "him," and a complete explosion of the accumulated essence of countless millennia.
The sky grew dark.
There was no wind, and no thunder.
All life in the world was swallowed up by these enormous, silent shadows.
Only in the depths of the desert, streaks of light, like divine runes, float and, from afar, resemble inscriptions on the Great Dao, stretching for billions of miles.
That's the power of the Dao flowing, that's the Dao patterns being ignited!
Each inscription represents the mark Chen Xun left on the essence of the Great Dao.
These marks are taking shape through the giant's body, becoming "the beings of the Tao".
—Their eyes all reflect Chen Xun's will.
Gradually, powerful immortals began to try to approach.
However, after only stepping a few dozen miles, their immortal souls were shaken by the aura of the Great Dao, and their flesh and blood were on the verge of tearing apart.
That wasn't directed at anyone; it was merely the aftershock of their aura.
An immortal murmured, "This... what kind of cultivation is this... such power of creation... is it a gift from heaven, or a chaotic phenomenon?!"
All who arrived were deeply shocked and stood there dumbfounded, just like the blue-robed cultivator.
As for why there was no fear, no attempt to escape.
It was simply because these 'Great Dao Giants' seemed to completely disregard these 'ants,' not even glancing at them out of the corner of their eyes. It was an absolute disregard from the level of life itself, just as immortals were indifferent to Qi Refining cultivators.
He is not afraid at all of the turmoil you may cause him.
The desert is silent.
The universe is vast and boundless.
At this moment, time seems to be stretched out extremely long.
Those giants are no longer still.
Their chests began to rise and fall slowly, as if they were breathing.
That breathing was not the inhalation of air, but rather the manipulation of the pulse of heaven and earth. With each breath, mountains and rivers subtly moved, and the void rippled.
A giant's finger trembled slightly, and the void cracked.
A giant slightly opened his eyes, and a ray of light transformed into a sea of lightning that illuminated the endless chaotic sky.
The blue-robed cultivator collapsed to the ground, completely losing his immortal demeanor; even his soul was trembling.
He dared not extend his divine sense any further and could only bow deeply in respect.
These giants were not "summoned" by Chen Xun, but rather projections of himself that Chen Xun forged using his own Great Dao as a furnace, chaos as fuel, and the vast Dao essence as fire.
Chen Xun did not appear.
But his will has already enveloped the entire desert.
At this moment, Mingdao Shahai is no longer just a secret realm, but rather—a realm of cultivation.
Countless great paths converge, and all laws resonate.
Meng Sheng, gazing at this scene from outside the East Heavenly Star Gate, was also stunned and speechless, feeling a deep tremor in his heart.
Many powerful figures from the Chaos Sea watched from the sky, from the clouds, and from their respective immortal ships, all with horrified expressions, not daring to approach.
In the sea of sand, giants stand tall, like mountains and peaks.
The world lost its color, and cause and effect stagnated.
All paths are still, only the will of the "Tao" slowly spreads.
—That is a being that transcends the limits of even immortals' imagination.
That is a true reflection of Chen Xun's concept of "all things as the body".
He doesn't need to show up.
As long as these giants exist, everyone in the world will know: Here, there is a Lord of All Paths, who is using his own path to forge all the paths of the Immortal Realm.
