Volume 3 - Chapter 419: Sculpting the True Meaning, Shi Miao Awakens (Part 1)
Peach blossoms had long since drifted to the ground, and the tip of the brush had etched countless seasons.
A dense aura of the Dao of Time filled the mountaintop, spreading around Li Hao, encasing him like a colossal cocoon woven from time. Before him hovered the Timewood.
That section of Divine Wood no longer bore any resemblance to timber. Instead, it had transformed into a lifelike statue of a gray-haired youth, raising a jug in mid-drink.
The sculpture sat casually in the void, radiating imperial might. Space trembled faintly around it. If one looked closely, they would see the source of the Great Dao converging, layers of void folding like wrinkles, subtly unfurling from the figure.
In front of this sculpture sat the true body of Su Jiuzhe. He rested easily on the grass, as still as a stone for years, silently watching the young man who carved with heart and soul.
Three years. To him, it passed in the blink of an eye. A brief drift of thought was enough to span several eras.
In those three years, they had exchanged no words. The youth had poured himself wholly into sculpting—pure, focused, and utterly immersed. And Su Jiuzhe had done nothing but watch, quietly observing the earth-shattering transformation of the boy before him.
No exaggeration—it was earth-shattering. Through sculpting alone, this young man had imperceptibly broken through to the sixth level of the Time-Origin Realm.
At the same time, his Space-Origin realm had also risen, from the fifth to the sixth level.
His Metal Dao origin likewise advanced, climbing from the fourth to the peak of the fifth level.
The Wood Dao origin followed suit.
Even his Form Dao ascended from the sixth level to its pinnacle.
A breakthrough to the seventh level wasn’t far off.
All of this in just three years. Merely through sculpting—without cultivating—five of his Nine Sequences had advanced by leaps and bounds.
All of it unfolded right before Su Jiuzhe’s eyes. He had witnessed it personally. There were no other means at play.
Only now did Su Jiuzhe truly understand how this youth had reached such inconceivable heights in just a century of soul lifespan. This was undoubtedly a peerless monster of the ages!
Could it be… he was a gift from the Heavenly Dao? The one destined to end the endless wars? Su Jiuzhe’s eyes flickered, his thoughts soaring beyond ten millennia of history.
Then suddenly, a strange ripple emerged before him.
The wave tugged at his soul, as if something had shone upon it, casting a projected image into the void.
For something to disturb his soul, it had to be at least of Quasi-Emperor level.
Su Jiuzhe’s eyes narrowed as he returned to awareness—only to see the sculpture glowing with brilliant light. It was no longer a mere statue, but something like a projection of himself. Not a display piece, but a living reflection.
"Hm?"
His gaze sharpened. With his vast experience, he immediately recognized that this sculpture was no ordinary creation.
This… was already akin to a doppelgänger.
Calling it an external avatar would not be wrong. The very domain of his own final-stage “Great Thousand World” was now manifesting in waves around the statue, sculpted by Li Hao.
It wasn’t complete, but even so—it was a feat beyond comprehension.
As Su Jiuzhe examined it closely, the youth before him began to stir, like thawing from ice. Slowly, Li Hao returned from his trance of sculpting.
Staring at the sculpture, clarity returned to Li Hao’s eyes. Excitement bloomed across his face—joy, surprise, and an overwhelming love for his creation.
Even the notifications flashing before him were ignored entirely.
Only those who are truly devoted to the Dao can be embraced by the Dao!
“So… this is true sculpting.”
Looking at the imperial sculpture before him, Li Hao finally understood the essence of sculpting. Compared to this, all his past works were mere ornaments.
The finest sculpture must be shaped by time.
As if when chaos first split, time sculpted the true world—sculpting all life.
All things could be sculpted… even the origin of the Dao itself.
This sculpting technique had reached the realm of divine craftsmanship—beyond the sacred, approaching the Source Immortal Realm.
Only now did Li Hao realize that the twelve stages of sculpting were merely the first step into the path of sculpture.
His earlier works could only be called “shaping.”
What he now created—this was truly natural and whole, a product born of time itself.
He wielded his carving blade through immortal force, becoming the hand that moved behind the flow of time.
“Rain falling into mud—what it sculpts is a dent in the earth.”
“An old man’s white hair is but a facet chiseled by the passing years…”
“Even a youthful face with silver hair can be sculpted. Even my own cultivation… can be sculpted!”
Li Hao’s heart merged with his sculpture, melting into the world itself. With humility vast as the void, he felt capable of holding all creation.
Countless insights into sculpting surged into his mind.
[Sculpting Dao: Twelve Segments]
[State of Mind Comprehension: Sculpting the True Meaning]
Li Hao had already mastered the twelve segments of Painting Dao and Chess Dao, each granting unique and extraordinary powers—abilities exclusive to those twelve-stage attainments. Like hidden strengths sealed within ancient family bloodlines…
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