Master of Untold Daos
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Knowing how strong his body was, Chen Ming decided to end his comprehension on the Time Dao.

Going further would lead to forming a Dao Chain, something only Gold Immortals controlled. Doing it now was a death sentence.

Chen Ming waved Nine Year Cicada, fourfold speed!

Twice then before!

This speed is like practicing a diabolical saber art.

Chen Ming was certain no one could block his blade, though he knew it wasn’t enough as his strength still left to be desired.

The Heavenly Tribulation awaited him just around the corner of the Mortal Tribulation. Who knew how freaky it was?

Based on how outrageous the first one was, the second had to go for broke.

Without complete preparation, he couldn’t even test it. If he underwent the tribulation, his power would be exposed and the Mortal Tribulation would be even more ruthless.

Chen Ming considered his battle style. His greatest advantage was his ability to do anything and everything. But how do I get them to fuse into one?

I need a counter to the ten grand immortal arts!

Body and spiritual cultivation had both reached his peak. The only way forward was to use his specialty in the magical arts.

For his arts to fuse with Nine Year Cicada, they had to be sword arts or saber arts. The first were recommended as he achieved complete training in Matchless in Eight Feet and Vanishing Immortal Sword.

He now wanted to fuse the two together. Wait, Vanishing Immortal Sword’s speed doesn’t match with Nine Year Cicada. My speed is good enough as it is. I need to train in another sword art, an immortal sword art of unprecedented power!

Cicada relied on their strong body, yet they still needed to spiritual cultivate. Cicada had to have such a sword or saber art!

They had to have trained in hegemonic immortal sword art fusing the immortal and hegemonic paths.

They were a cultivator nation that controlled the Galaxy, the just had to have a counter for the ten grand immortal arts. Based on their traits, their only choice was a hegemonic immortal sword art!

Chen Ming asked Luo Muye who played with mud, “Do you know where our race trains their saber?”

He carved two mud men, Chen Ming and himself, as they held hands.

Luo Muye said, “I’m thinking.”

Chen Ming crouched, “Did you make two dogs?”

“That’s not it. The big one is you and the small one is me.”

Chen Ming: …

“I got it. There’s a place the others spoke of that you can visit once two something types of saber arts are trained to a certain stage. Walking through the Path of Decay you will get to train in our secret art. I’ll show you.”

“I remember many people going in only to come out much older!”

What kind of place is that? though Chen Ming in puzzlement.

They reached a gate, where Chen Ming find it opened with a light push.

He said, “You stay here. I won’t be long.”

Chen Ming entered a long tunnel. The words on the wall read, Path of Decay.

There were other records engraved on them, which echoed out in chirping, ‘Once you enter the Path of Decay, you will come out as a Hegemon Immortal.’

It’s real?

He reached a stone room with a puppet in the middle. The chirping from the walls told him to attack it and the melding speed of the hegemonic immortal sword would increase.

Each who trained in the hegemon sword and immortal sword was different. There was no scriptures, no guideline to speak of. Only through trial and error would one find his way to unleash it and to finally reach a point where they could fuse.

Chen Ming sighed after a look around him. “No scripture. This is the first time I need to rely on my comprehension!”

He drew the saber, My comprehension is my comprehension. Adding the Heart Enlightenment Fruit and my affinity to Dao, I shouldn’t be too lacking.

He began his cultivation on the Path of Decay.

As for immortal sword arts, Chen Ming recalled the ones he knew and set on cultivating the Sky Splitting Sword. It wasn’t that famous, only a mere immortal sword art, yet it was rather hegemonic in nature. Let’s train it for now.

Chen Ming spent merits to form Sky Splitting Sword’s Sword Soul in an instant and was getting ready to fuse it with Matchless in Eight Feet.

Their unity shall bring forth the move to counter the ten grand immortal arts.

Time inched forward.

Wan Baqian was using his abacus for all its worth on Sacred Mountain, sizing today’s profits. Of course, almost all were. This period was the best time of his life. After all, staying home and counting money was something that filled one’s whole being with rapture.

“The ten-thousand-year-old immortal herbs I got today aren’t small. Not a bad harvest. Yet on the scriptures department, it isn’t going too well.”

A man entered the shop with a sword. He wasn’t too old and had sharp eyes like an eagle.

Wan Baqian said, “We’re close for tonight. No deals.”

The man put the sword on the table, “Someone bought your life.”

Wan Baqian fixed him with an even stare, “Master once told me a tale, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.

“From then on, I realized something. Money isn’t enough.

“Well of course it ain’t enough, that is why you need lots of it.

“No matter how much he gave you, I’ll double it.”

The man wasn’t fazed, “I come under orders to take the wealth here and avoid a disaster. I have the professionalism of a deserter when doing my job.”

Wan Baqian said, “There are people in this world that aren’t moved by money. Such a person found herself across from me.”

The deserter looked over. He knew whose littlest shop that belonged to, it was the quack.

His hand shivered. Quack’s fame spread far and wide that even he felt fear in her presence.