Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage Chapter 796

Ten thousand miles distant from the Immortal Flower, Han Li remained stationary. It wasn't a lack of desire to advance, but rather an inability to do so. A formidable barrier, its power unknown, lay before him. The towering Immortal Flower, situated ten thousand miles away, boasted one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred petals, each a representation of a distinct Dao. Its celestial radiance was utterly blinding. The infinite profundities of the immortal path emanated from the Immortal Flower, saturating the barrier. This Immortal Flower appeared to be the genesis of all immortal paths, manifesting myriad Daos. In a brief span, the area for ten thousand miles surrounding the Immortal Flower transformed into an ocean of the Dao. Unceasing currents of Dao patterns surged, boundless waves of mystical Dao rolled in, and infinite Dao rhymes evolved.

... soon after, the Immortal Flower unfurled completely. Within the heart of its bud, a gate of ancient vastness, etched with countless paths, materialized from the void. At this precise moment, the ocean of Daos churned violently, all the great Daos rushing towards that quaint and vast gate, finally facilitating its complete manifestation. The Dadao Sect! Even a mere gate, it seemed to be the very origin of the Dao. Witnessing this spectacle, Han Li was profoundly moved, his mind awash with countless epiphanies. He perceived this location as exceptionally suited for his cultivation. His cultivation revolved around the ultimate martial Dao, a fusion of myriad Daos. This ocean of Daos, the Dadao Sect, and the Immortal Flower were veritable treasures for him. If he were to refine the Immortal Flower, to what heights would his cultivation ascend? The Thousand Path Tree within him would likely evolve directly to its mature stage, implying a breakthrough to the Immortal Emperor Realm at a minimum. Should he also refine the Dadao Sect, he would possess a celestial weapon intrinsically aligned with his very being. Nevertheless, these were merely fanciful thoughts. How could the Immortal Flower and the Dadao Sect, both trials set by the Dadao Palace, possibly fall into his possession? Consequently, Han Li shifted his focus to the ocean of Daos. If his conjecture proved accurate, this ocean of Daos could also yield substantial benefits.

With this thought, Han Li ceased his hesitation and strode forward. As the Immortal Flower fully bloomed and the Dadao Sect materialized, the barrier dissipated, revealing the boundless expanse of the Dao before him. Beneath Han Li's feet, a vessel appeared. It was not a celestial weapon, but rather a vessel of the Dao, brought into being by his own Dao, embodying his comprehension of it. Within the ocean of Daos, one must navigate using a vessel of the Dao, employing one's own Dao to contend against the myriad Daos within the ocean. Should one achieve victory, they could progress continuously, reaching the other shore and ultimately the site of the Dadao Sect. The progress of Han Li's Dao vessel was not rapid; in fact, it was quite slow, and this was deliberate, as his hypothesis had been validated. As his Dao vessel contended with the Daos in the ocean, its victories allowed him to absorb fragments of Dao essence and meaning, significantly rectifying deficiencies in his ultimate martial Dao. Han Li had already attained the pinnacle of True Immortal, poised to ascend to the Golden Immortal Realm at any moment. However, through the absorption of Dao essence and meaning, the limitations of his current realm began to recede, and indications of a breakthrough to the Golden Immortal Realm began to manifest. Han Li suppressed these signs for the time being, recognizing that the Dadao Palace was not the appropriate venue for a breakthrough. Upon absorbing more of the fortune and opportunities within the Dadao Palace, his cultivation would undoubtedly see a significant enhancement after his departure. Han Li's measured progress was noted by other cultivators, who breathed a collective sigh of relief, perceiving him as less formidable than they had initially assumed. Perhaps his preceding success was merely a stroke of luck. Otherwise, why would his traversal of the ocean of Daos be so sluggish? Han Li had, in fact, fallen to the very last position. Nonetheless, he remained composed and unhurried. Although this trial had a time constraint, the ten thousand-mile expanse of the ocean of Daos was ample for his needs. The other burgeoning geniuses initially exhibited swift advancement, but their momentum waned considerably in the intermediate stages. By the final leg, their speed had drastically diminished, with some even experiencing momentary retreats. Only a select few supreme geniuses maintained their forward progress, albeit with noticeably reduced impetus. In stark contrast, Han Li, who began slowly, gradually augmented his power. His Dao vessel gained speed upon the ocean of Daos, becoming an unstoppable force that swept aside all opposing Daos and subdued the unending Dao patterns.

Several hours later, Han Li was the first to reach the other side, presenting himself before the Dadao Sect, his physique radiating the potent essence of the Dao, a dazzling Dao light struggling to be contained, shooting directly towards the heavens.

Han Li engaged the Thousand Path Scripture, skillfully dispersing all the miraculous phenomena and apparitions.

Glancing back, he discerned that the cultivator nearest to the Dadao Sect remained a considerable eight thousand li distant.

This individual was not the youth in red, but rather a woman clad in blue of exceptional beauty.

As Han Li's gaze fell upon her, she too happened to cast her eyes towards him, their gazes meeting for a fleeting moment, her lovely pupils conveying a profound hidden meaning.

Han Li offered her a smile but did not initiate a greeting.

Instead, he turned his attention and proceeded towards the Dadao Sect.

If his intuition was correct, the Dadao Sect represented the final barrier of the second trial; only by breaching the thresholds of the Dadao Sect could one successfully advance.

The instant Han Li's right hand made contact with the doors of the Dadao Sect, he was assailed by a multitude of auras—immense, boundless, mysterious, magnificent, supreme…

Forcing the doors open was certainly no small feat, yet for him, it was not exceedingly difficult either.

Han Li positioned himself with one hand behind his back, the other resting gently upon the doors of the Dadao Sect.

He applied pressure gradually, and the grand gates yielded to his strength, unleashing an infinite torrent of Dao light.

Manifestations of the Dao materialized all around, above and below, as if in solemn celebration.

Without any delay, Han Li stepped across the threshold of the Dadao Sect.

Long after Han Li had entered, the breathtakingly beautiful woman in blue arrived before the Dadao Sect.

When she attempted to push the doors, her countenance subtly shifted.

With her considerable strength, she found herself unexpectedly unable to open them with ease.

Having observed Han Li's apparent effortlessness, she had presumed that the doors of the Dadao Sect would yield readily.

Plainly, she had misjudged the situation.

After expending significant exertion, the blue-clad woman finally managed to push open the Dadao Sect's doors and stepped inside.

Beyond the threshold, following Han Li's entry into the Dadao Sect, an ancient pathway unfurled from the distant horizon.

He traversed this ancient road, and after passing through a portal constructed of pure light, he found himself at the staging ground for the third trial.

Concurrently, the spirit of Dadao Palace uttered a few words, and then an object materialized within his grasp—this was the reward for successfully completing the second trial, and it had attained the Immortal Emperor Level.

Upon his arrival, Han Li surveyed his surroundings and noted that this place was a mountain, remarkably akin to Wendao Mountain, which he had previously ascended.

Upon this mountain, nine ancient paths lay before him, each composed of one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred steps leading to the very summit.

“The third trial necessitates the ascent of Dadao Mountain.

Select any of the ancient paths provided, climb the one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred steps, and you shall be deemed to have passed the trial.”

“With every singular step you ascend, the pressure exerted by the Dao will intensify.

The higher one progresses, the more formidable this pressure becomes.

Only by withstanding the force of the Thousand Paths and achieving the pinnacle can you proceed to undertake the fourth trial.”

The voice of Dadao Palace’s spirit resonated, causing Han Li’s brow to furrow slightly.

Reaching the summit of Dadao Mountain was unequivocally going to be a challenging endeavor.

One was required to endure the formidable force of the Thousand Paths, with every single Dao in existence bearing down upon them.

A single misstep held the potential for a fatal consequence.

Han Li’s gaze flickered with resolve, and he directed his attention towards the jade steps laid out not far ahead.

Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped firmly onto them.

“Dong~”

The resounding peal of a great bell, the very voice of the Dao, resonated beside Han Li’s ear.

Standing upon the initial step of this Dao path, Han Li could distinctly feel the oppressive weight of a Dao bearing down, yet he remained resolutely upright, entirely unfazed.

“Is this merely the pressure of the Golden Immortal Realm?” Han Li’s eyes narrowed, sensing that the test was likely more complex.

Dispelling further contemplation, Han Li continued his upward progression.

With each step he took, a new manifestation of Dao force exerted its pressure upon his head.

Before long, Han Li had ascended a thousand steps, encountering a thousand distinct varieties of Dao forces pressing down.

Each individual force was equivalent to the first level of the Golden Immortal Realm, a level he navigated with considerable ease.

As he advanced to the next tier, his brow instantly creased.

The potency of the Dao escalated, now reaching the second level of the Golden Immortal Realm.

“This is becoming rather difficult.”

Han Li murmured sotto voce, yet without a trace of fear, he maintained his forward momentum with measured and unhurried strides, as if engaged in a leisurely promenade.

It was as though he were not ascending Dadao Mountain but simply enjoying a tranquil walk upon his own Chengsheng Mountain.

Time elapsed, and before he was fully aware of it, Han Li had reached the eightieth thousandth step.

The prevailing Dao force here was extraordinarily potent, manifesting the might of the eighth level of the Immortal Monarch realm.

With eighty thousand Daos exerting their crushing weight upon him, even Han Li began to experience immense pressure.