While Others are Leveling Up, I Alone Will Cultivate Until Mahayana Before Making My Move Chapter 1516 - 533: The Appearance of Hongmeng Purple Qi, Proving the Dao with Strength!
Previously on While Others are Leveling Up, I Alone Will Cultivate Until Mahayana Before Making My Move...
With the prayer mat’s divine assistance, Su Xing sat in silence as his comprehension of the Dao reached unprecedented heights.
The Great Dao of Gravity, the Starry Great Dao, the Great Dao of Blood, and the Great Dao of Life...
Countless Dao Essences from the world's Three Thousand Great Dao swirled around Su Xing, being absorbed and understood by him with incredible speed.
In this state of deep meditation, a millennium passed in what felt like a mere instant.
Su Xing resembled a denizen of the ancient Pangu World, quietly absorbing the melodies of the Great Dao. As his enlightenment deepened, doors of wisdom swung open, allowing him to master more and more aspects of the Great Dao.
...
The thousand-year period eventually drew to a close, signaling the end of the Wen Dao Conference.
The echoes of the Great Dao’s music lingered in the air, keeping the Nine Sacred Saints and the gathered Daluo Golden Immortals trapped in a state of profound immersion.
Su Xing alone emerged early from his epiphany. Overwhelmed by emotion, he couldn't help but comment:
"Tsk tsk, the Hongmeng Purple Qi truly lives up to its reputation!"
"The boost in comprehension it grants definitely outstrips any other treasure of enlightenment..."
"If I calculate correctly, I have now grasped over a thousand different types of Great Dao, haven't I?"
Su Xing spoke softly to himself.
Throughout hundreds of simulations, Su Xing had never let a single moment go to waste.
In addition to his primary Great Dao, he had systematically mastered over a thousand others; though their progression was modest—reaching only the first or second layers—it was a significant feat.
"Such an increase in comprehension is beneficial..."
"However... is this the extent of the Hongmeng Purple Qi's power?"
Su Xing let out a sigh, sensing that this grand illusion was reaching its limit.
As if responding to his realization, a sudden voice resonated in his ears.
"Oh? This young friend... you seem quite familiar!"
"By all accounts, this is your debut at the Wen Dao Conference... and yet, I feel as though I have encountered you many times before!"
It was happening.
Su Xing’s heart raced, and his face lit up with anticipation.
He knew the origin of this voice... it was the Dao itself!
At that moment, a spectral figure manifested upon the sculpture.
Its features were blurred and hidden, possessing an aura that felt beyond mortal sight.
Of everyone present at the Wen Dao Conference, Su Xing was the only one capable of perceiving this phantom.
Su Xing remained quiet, his mind flooded with a torrent of thoughts.
When he finally found his voice, he could only manage a heavy sigh:
"It seems senior has finally realized..."
That simple sentence carried a weight of infinite meaning.
The phantom of the Dao atop the sculpture fell into a long silence before eventually exhaling a weary breath:
"So that is how it is. The time has come..."
"It turns out I am no longer part of this world!"
In that instant, the Dao finally grasped the truth.
Even as a mere remnant, an entity at the realm of the Dao could not be deceived forever.
He eventually spotted the irregularities of this reality.
Furthermore, he peered through the veil of time, becoming the first being Su Xing had met who could see past the "simulator"!
The Dao’s realization—that the time had arrived and he was gone from the world—explained everything.
Seeing that the Dao had finally unmasked the truth, Su Xing cast aside his doubts and spoke plainly:
"Senior, what comes next... is for you to fulfill your mission!"
Upon hearing Su Xing’s words, the spectral Dao fell silent once more.
"Fulfill my mission..."
Was it to shatter this fabricated world and look at the reality outside?
No, that was not it!
That was a task he had finished long ago.
What, then, was the true mission of the Dao?
Prompted by Su Xing, a flood of ancient memories returned to the phantom, leading to a profound, echoing sigh:
"To think that so much time has slipped away!"
"The Great Dao is fifty; the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine; and the Humans flee through the one..."
"It turns out, I am the one who fled!"
At last, the Dao remembered its purpose.
A sincere smile spread across Su Xing’s face.
Was the figure standing before him truly the Dao?
In a way, yes.
But in another sense, it was not.
It was the Dao because it was a lingering fragment of intent left behind by that supreme being.
Eons ago, during the Pangu Era, the Dao had used its strength to tear open the Pangu Great World. Before fading into nothingness, it had cast one final glance back at the world.
That look was saturated with the Dao’s regret and deep affection for existence.
It was that very gaze that had preserved this pocket of space-time!
And it had left behind the final spark of hope for the universe!
The last remaining strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi!
The phantom facing Su Xing wasn't purely the Dao itself.
Rather, it was the final thread of Hongmeng Purple Qi, given form by the Dao’s final nostalgic thought.
Its purpose was to mend the Heavenly Dao, ensuring that the final Saint could be born into the world!
Su Xing had deduced this dozens of simulations prior.
The prayer mat did not actually contain the true Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Because there was only one thread of Hongmeng Purple Qi, its true power could not be limited to mere epiphanies.
The phantom of the Dao standing before him was the real Hongmeng Purple Qi!
It held the legacy of everything the Dao had ever done within this world and space-time.
Though it was an imperfect reflection, it represented the final glimmer of hope for the Human Race.
However, through endless cycles of enactment and the passage of time, this Hongmeng Purple Qi had become lost in the role, believing itself to be the living Dao.
The Hongmeng Purple Qi had forgotten why it existed.
Su Xing’s objective was to wake it up.
Without doing so, the prayer mat alone would never be enough to help Su Xing achieve Foundation Establishment in his quest to become a Saint.
Now, the phantom or the last thread of Hongmeng Purple Qi finally understood.
The moment for Su Xing to Prove the Dao and ascend to Sainthood had arrived!
"Indeed! All that surrounds us is but a dream... I have been lost in this illusion for far too long..."
"This shall be the final time!"
"Tell me, are you ready?"
"There is only a single opportunity! Even for one such as you, who stands outside of time... there are no exceptions!"