Chapter 596: Comprehending Creation

The next day, a wisp of brilliant morning light slowly emerged between heaven and earth, and a fiery red sun leaped above the horizon, instantly illuminating all directions, warming the world.

The great sun hung in the sky, vitality burgeoning everywhere. A breath of life seeped out, soothing the mind and spirit, making one unable to resist a soft moan.

“The Dao gives birth to One, chaos first opens, yin and yang embrace, the Supreme Ultimate generates the Two Principles, the Two Principles generate the Four Images—everything evolves from chaos, perishes from chaos, and creation is extremely vital…”

Yang Tian felt as if he had been enlightened, a bright lamp guiding him in the haze. The Dao tones within his body resounded without cease, and the five divine spirits seemed to come alive, the conception of creation spreading.

“Haha… Yang Tian succeeded! He has comprehended a trace of creation!” Below, the big black bird standing on the great tree was extremely excited, nearly jumping up. Her agitated expression was hard to understand.

Yang Tian understood only vaguely, but he now had a path ahead. Born from chaos, comprehending creation, seeking infinite vitality, he could glimpse the great Dao of heaven and earth!

At this moment, his eyes suddenly snapped open, a wisp of brilliant divine light shining forth, like two blazing suns burning. He gazed at the highest Creation Divine Pool—only by reaching there could he obtain supreme creation.

Yang Tian’s long-silent body suddenly moved. The sound of his footsteps landing echoed, and he had already crossed ten steps. Before the afterimages faded, he had shot up a hundred steps.

“He moved… Yang Tian moved!” Someone noticed Yang Tian’s change and couldn’t help exclaiming.

“So what if he moved…” A creature complained loudly, but as his eyes landed on him, his words froze, his mouth forming an oval.

A group of creatures stared wide-eyed, involuntarily rubbing their eyelids, as if unable to believe their eyes.

Yang Tian’s speed was too fast. In just a few breaths, he had already climbed four thousand steps, and this momentum showed no sign of slowing; his speed even increased slightly!

“Who is it?!” Someone who had been surpassed, standing at over four thousand steps, exclaimed softly. His eyes were dazed as he stared at a lightning-like figure racing upward.

“How am I supposed to face this?” A middle-aged man felt like crying. He could barely manage a single step, while this guy took dozens of steps at once.

People were constantly being surpassed. Below was a chaotic uproar, noise splitting the clouds, as everyone speculated what kind of figure this was, so formidable.

This clamor startled those above, who looked down at the figure shooting upward, their eyes nearly popping out.

“He’s Yang Tian!” The big red bird glanced at the three-thousand-step mark and found it empty, instantly crying out.

At these words, the whole place erupted. Incredulous gazes fixed on the shooting figure, who had already reached six thousand and was still blasting upward without stopping.

“Wow, little brother is so fast?” Xiaoxiao was astonished. They had all reached eight thousand steps and knew well how terrifying the pressure was there.

“This guy, what speed.” Xuanmu Mu clicked his tongue, very surprised.

Those who had mocked Yang Tian earlier were red-faced and furious. Was he deliberately showing off to embarrass them?

The higher they went, the more profound the conception of creation became, and the essence of heaven and earth grew more abundant, surging like a sea.

The number of people around had greatly decreased. Yang Tian successfully set foot on seven thousand steps, stunning a crowd.

He did not continue upward but stopped, his pores expanding to absorb the surrounding essence. His eyes fell on Fatty and the others, and he couldn’t help smiling.

“You go on ahead; I’ll cultivate here for a while.” Seeing their astonished expressions, Yang Tian shrugged and slowly closed his eyes.

“Cultivate?” A huge question mark flashed in Shangguan Hao’s mind. This guy was cultivating under such terrifying pressure?

Little did they know, Yang Tian had undergone stone statue body training thousands of times and was long familiar with this routine; comprehending creation was no problem.

“What a freak. Let’s go first,” Fatty grumbled. They all moved together, step by step upward.

Yuan Xia set foot on eight thousand steps. Her white robes fluttered, her hair flowing, like a banished immortal, her temperament ethereal and otherworldly.

She slowly turned back, her beautiful eyes falling on Yang Tian. As her gaze shifted, it radiated a heart-stirring fluctuation.

“Sister Yuan, what are you looking at?” Yu Yao ground her crystal teeth, ethereal and elusive. She looked at Yuan Xia, then at Yang Tian, a sly glint in her eyes, and giggled.

“Little girl, so many questions?” Hearing this, Yuan Xia’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she glared at Yu Yao.

“Hmph… can’t even mention it…” Yu Yao pouted, a strange expression appearing in her lively big eyes.

Yuan Xia couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She looked up at the sky above and stepped forward.

“Why does this little thief’s aura resemble that of the Creation Divine Pool?” Yu Yao ground her little teeth and muttered.

Yang Tian, who had made a stunning debut, fell silent again. Some had already noticed something off—the aura emanating around him seemed very similar to that of the Creation Divine Pool.

This change made many hearts tremble, and they began to comprehend this conception.

But unfortunately, they failed. The conception of creation was too mysterious for them to understand thoroughly. Some even became dizzy and nearly fell off.

Yang Tian cultivated the Dao Scripture, which gave him a head start in comprehending creation. Moreover, he had consumed the Enlightenment Divine Flower, so grasping a bit of creation was only natural.

He was shrouded in dense mist, with streaks of auspicious light and lightning flashing across the sky, as if creating a new world. His whole body exuded a breath of life, and his Life Wheel Sea was terrifyingly vast.

Hum! The Dao tones rumbled without end, as if a Dao god were preaching to Yang Tian. The Dao tones were resounding, and a divine ring emerged on his forehead, making him look like a deity, astonishing all.

“He stood at seven thousand steps for another day. Has he comprehended something?” Those around dared not approach, for the life aura Yang Tian emitted was too vigorous, unparalleled.

Yang Tian’s sixth viscera reignited with vitality. Inside, it was chaotic, with an endless stream of life force pouring in, healing the injury of the sixth viscera.

On the horizon, the fiery sun slowly faded, night fell, and the world darkened. The vast vitality gradually dissipated.

“Destruction and life arise in cycles; they give birth to and annihilate each other, neither can be without the other. Vitality emerges from chaos, then flourishes and declines—is this the cycle of heaven and earth?”

Yang Tian seemed to understand a little more, murmuring: “Just like the great world, one era withers, another rises. The great mountains shine—who rules the rise and fall?”

“Or am I too attached? How can the world be so flawless?” He looked up at the sky and slowly shouted: “Perhaps only the ultimate strength can break through the cycle of heaven and earth and transcend oneself!”

With a hum, his entire aura changed. Sharp as a blade, defying the heavens, a domineering aura manifested, as if he were a peerless divine sword about to split the sky and transcend himself!

Night fell, and Yang Tian’s body blazed with divine radiance, like a bright divine lamp. He walked step by step up the stairs, neither fast nor slow.

“He moved!” Those who had been watching Yang Tian cried out.

Yang Tian’s movement stirred the winds and clouds. Many who had stalled also began to move, climbing toward the end of the heavenly ladder.

Life essence rolled like a divine realm, inspiring longing. Those who could reach this point were all geniuses in their own right.

They gained immense benefits; their flesh and blood were reborn, their blood energy condensed and extremely pure.

Rolling essence flowed, and Yang Tian’s physical body grew stronger. His blood energy was like a dragon, rumbling like a divine drum.

Yang Tian’s sixth viscera hummed. The energy of the four fields, abundant as the sea, was observed, once again evolving heaven and earth, but now with an added layer of thick vitality.

“Look! The genius of the Force Clan has set foot on nine thousand steps!” Someone exclaimed. It wasn’t just Xuanmu Mu; the few closely following behind him also ascended.