Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 945 - 515: The Way of the Heavenly Buddha, The Twenty-Sixth Layer of the True Technique, Reversing Matter, Turning Stone to Gold!_2

You sure are good at hiding, little thing.

Two cups of tea later, after finishing three jars of honey that were as silky as Dove chocolate, the Taoist in the Bear Cave successfully made a breakthrough amidst laughter.

"Excellent! 3.5 billion Deep Red Points at a discount of seventy or eighty percent. This breakthrough requires only 2.73 billion, how generous of Heavenly Buddha!"

"Although with my Astonishing Wisdom, I could have made the breakthrough without Deep Red, it's obviously faster with it!"

"Come out, my Astonishing Wisdom!"

The Taoist sat cross-legged, casually tossing the honey jar from his hand; as it shattered, a memory both foreign and familiar emerged in his mind.

Skimming through, the memory unfolds.

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In broad daylight, the sun hangs high.

Wind caresses the pines amidst the peaceful shadow of the moon, mystical clouds wind around Mount Xiangyun, eternally spring, streams crisscross, birds soar and sing, all around a Taoist temple with red walls and green tiles, hidden among peach trees.

In the quiet room of the temple, a tall Taoist stands hands behind his back, gazing at a volume of Martial Scripture in a daze.

A breeze enters the room, rustling the Martial Scripture, which suddenly closes under the daylight, revealing the six bold characters "Thousand-World Glazed Light."

"Alas, the journey is tough, so tough. My True Technique has come to a standstill."

"If I wish to break through, perhaps it rests upon this 'Thousand-World Glazed Light'."

"However, the Buddhist friend who compiled this Martial Scripture has gone a bit too extreme."

Looking at the Martial Scripture on the desk, the Taoist sighed deeply, pacing back to the pear wood chair carved with flowers, and once again carefully began to study this peerless Martial Scripture.

Flowers bloom bearing dual natures; between Buddha and demon lies but a thought.

If it were not for a reliable source indicating this Martial Scripture was compiled by a great Buddhist Sect cultivator, the Taoist would have thought it was concocted by a Demon Sect grandmaster.

The Divine Soul is everything; the flesh is just 'Consumables'—yet even among Consumables there are discrepancies.

Such savage resolve is the reason the Taoist deemed this scripture to be deeply demonic.

But no matter, a white cat or a black cat, a cat that catches mice is a good cat. The Taoist is not an old fogey; he's not exactly a good person either.

This scripture has very unique methods for extracting the body's potential through the spirit. If he can extract the essence of this Martial Scripture and integrate it with his own True Technique, he will undoubtedly shine brilliantly.

"Well then, I'll just have to make others suffer a bit more—the infamy, I shall bear!"

The Taoist opened a drawer and suddenly put on a ferocious Ghost Mask.

He's not afraid of being cursed by others; not a soul would dare to waste their breath cursing in front of Yi Liangshan, he's merely afraid of implicating his mentor.

As an extraordinary fighter, the Taoist possessed a remarkable quality—strong execution, daring to think and act.

Recalling the time when his True Technique was completed, he learned of his enemy's whereabouts in the morning, and by evening his enemy's entire family had perished in their home, eggs scattered, foundation sprayed with lime, even the earthworms were split properly—

All for a simple reason: he values his oath.

In this world, a man keeps his word; when he vows to exterminate his enemy's family, not sparing even chickens and dogs, no blade of grass remaining, he will see it done.

Once the Taoist conceived the thought, cultivators all over the Heavenly Swan Realm were suddenly in trouble.

A power known as the Underworld came out of nowhere.

Nobody knew the identity of the one wearing the Ghost Mask, who proclaimed himself as the Hall Master of Good and Evil; they only knew that throughout the Heavenly Swan Realm, he strikes down anyone with a single slap.

Even the ten Great Cultivators at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Swan Realm, known as the 'Ten Masters', were treated the same.

Previously, when a disciple under one of the Ten Masters, Wild Lion Iron Stronghold, received the Order of Punishing Evil and fled back to his sect in panic, the Hall Master of Good and Evil paid them a visit and smacked the Wild Lion Iron Stronghold's master away with one slap—over twenty percent of his disciples had received the Order of Punishing Evil and were all dragged away. Since then, no one dared to provoke the Hall Master of Good and Evil.

Moreover, the evidence was clear; none who received the Order of Punishing Evil was innocent.

If it were not for the fact that the Underworld's influence emerged once every hundred years from the sea and dispersed the Order of Punishing Evil, by now the Heavenly Swan Realm would have been completely silenced. Nevertheless, the atmosphere of the entire Heavenly Swan Realm unavoidably became solemn.

A thousand years later, the claws of the Underworld had become unsatisfied with merely the Human Race; spirits, demons, and evil objects from foreign regions were all targeted by the denizens of the Underworld.

The Hall Master of the Island of Good and Evil indiscriminately discriminated against all living beings, and for a time, a specter called the Master of Good and Evil cast its shadow over the entire Heavenly Swan Realm.

Aside from the Order of Punishing Evil, there were cultivators who, upon receiving the Order of Rewarding Good, visited the island at the invitation of the Master of Good and Evil.

However, after those people returned from the island, not only had their power greatly advanced and their lifespans extended, but they were tight-lipped about everything on the island. The only piece of information revealed was that the island's underground rock layer had been excavated to eighteen layers, and in one of these layers they had encountered a cauldron of boiling oil.

Three thousand years later, in the eighteenth layer of the Island of Good and Evil, the Taoist removed the Ghost Mask from his face and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of murky breath.

During these three thousand years, he was constantly dissecting, body snatching, and researching.

No one knew that the Eighteen Layers of Hell on the Island of Good and Evil were prepared not only for the Consumables who arrived on the island but also for himself.

You should know that few evil ones who arrived on the island could endure eight cycles, yet Yi Liangshan endured these eighteen layers twice a day.

This is what effort looks like.

Experiencing the anguish under various extreme conditions, the changes in the body in different situations, this hellish cultivation allowed his Primordial Spirit to become sharper and his understanding of his own body more thorough.

As the saying goes, it's better to have no books than to believe everything in them.

The path forged by that powerful Buddha was indeed strong, but the Taoist did not adopt it entirely. Instead, he selectively accepted and assimilated it.

With the Thousand-World Glazed Light, what the Taoist took was the unobscured Spiritual Sense, illuminating the vast world, the journey of the Primordial Spirit.

With the meticulous Divine Sense, he unearthed the divine treasures of the physical body, which was the fundamental Dharma Gate sought by the Taoist. As for the sense of Divine Descent through thousands of worlds, being as one with myriad forms, he touched upon it only briefly.

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and the Taoist's Primordial Spirit became tougher, like silk, it could be soft around the fingers or become a murderous blade.

Besides, the Taoist's gains from dissecting and usurping the bodies of various Alien Species were substantial.

With the Primordial Spirit manipulating the transformation of flesh and blood, embracing the strengths of myriad beings, the Taoist managed to make another leap in his physical body, endowing it with various unimaginable abilities.

"Without ruthlessness, one cannot stand firm, continue!"

Since he was on the right path, the Taoist braved the storm without hesitation and once again embarked on a sustainable over-extraction from the Heavenly Swan Realm.

For those who received the Order of Punishing Evil, they were naturally used as Consumables to experiment with Secret Techniques. For those who received the Order of Rewarding Good, he applied the matured Secret Techniques to them, extending their good fortune and lifespan far beyond before... and then secretly sent people to record how long they could last and how long before they declined, for further improvement.

Although he cut both ways, the Taoist felt that he had not broken the promise of doing good deeds to his master, as those who received the Order of Rewarding Good were living far better than before.

Others who sought him didn't even have access; the Order of Rewarding Good was a hundred times more troublesome to implement than the Order of Punishing Evil.

Under the Taoist's sustainable over-extraction, the creatures of the Heavenly Swan Realm, already numb, had begun to see the people from the Underworld as a once-in-a-century natural disaster, oblivious to how many countless bodies and bones lay within the Underworld.

There were Great Cultivators who formed alliances to sail out in search of the Island of Good and Evil, but they disappeared without even creating ripples on the vast sea.

Of course, their disappearances had their benefits.

During that century, no one from the Underworld was dispatched to issue Orders of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil.

As such, ten thousand years later, on the Island of Good and Evil, the Taoist, who had suddenly dug out an underground chamber on the eighteenth layer of Hell, abruptly opened his eyes.

He flipped his hand over, and suddenly a fist-sized rock was drawn into his palm.

The Taoist's eyes flashed with Divine Light, Extreme Origin rising like the tide, and after a dozen breaths, the fist-sized rock was astonishingly transformed into a completely pure nugget of gold.

Turning Stone to Gold, the transmutation of materials.

Not the sleight of hand he played before achieving the Tao to make money, but genuine material transmutation; as long as he wished, he could reverse the desired material at the cost of his boundless Extreme Origin, only varying in the time it takes to reverse.

Thousand-World Glazed Light, Spiritual Sense unobscured, Primordial Spirit journey.

At this moment, the Taoist's Primordial Spirit entered the second realm of subtlety, seeing the number of grains of sand in the Ganges, the population of eight billion insects, he, in fact, attained enlightenment in the Void Orifice.

"I have become enlightened (liao)!"

Amidst the loud laughter, the Taoist's Cultivation Body transformed, and in the palm of his hand a golden glazed Treasure Flower appeared, mysteriously exceptional, behind his head the Divine Light of a great sun shone ever more brightly.

Today was the century mark for Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil, and the Taoist had, in fact, achieved a breakthrough!

The scene comes to an abrupt halt here!