Chapter 700: Swearing an Oath to the Great Dao

Hearing Xing Hongxuan's words, the Personal Disciples were filled with emotion. Given Han Jue's personality, it was likely that this little Master really could not go out to show off his Aptitude.

They held no complaints about this. If not for Han Jue's overbearing rules, many of them would have died outside long ago.

It was precisely because of their long-term bitter cultivation that they were able to achieve their current level of cultivation.

They dared not discuss Han Jue too much, so the topic soon changed.

Li Xuanao clicked his tongue in wonder, "Qin Ling's Aptitude has stunned the entire Immortal Realm. With Immortal Emperor cultivation, he can battle the God Realm and suppress them with overwhelming force. Senior Brother, your eye for talent is as good as ever."

Li Daokong laughed, "It's alright. My Disciple is the one who mainly teaches Qin Ling; it has nothing to do with me."

Zhou Fan suddenly appeared and asked curiously, "Your Disciple is also the Master's Bloodline, right?"

The existence of Han Tuo was no longer a secret.

Especially when the Personal Disciples who went out met Han Yu and were amazed by his appearance, the matter could no longer be kept hidden. Xing Hongxuan also indicated that she knew about it, so the Disciples had even fewer scruples.

Li Daokong nodded.

The other Personal Disciples began to discuss Han Yu and Han Tuo.

Han Jue's attitude towards Han Tuo was very unusual, completely free-range, which led them to have many speculations.

Xun Changan laughed, "Regardless, Qin Ling counts as one of our Hidden Sect Disciples. In the future, those of you outside should look after him more. Prodigies are easily targeted, so don't let him die prematurely."

Li Daokong nodded, indicating that he hoped the same.

He was a Saint with only one Disciple under him, so it was difficult for him to intervene in many matters; he could only rely on the strength of the Hidden Sect.

After Attaining the Dao to become a Saint, Li Daokong still considered himself to belong to the Hidden Sect. After all, he was only able to become a Saint entirely because of Han Jue.

Therefore, he did not develop his own forces but focused on cultivation. He understood that what Han Jue needed was not an increasingly large force, but the high-end combat power of the Hidden Sect.

The exchange within the myriad worlds projection was just a microcosm of a great era, but from this, one could see how successful the Human Race's Ten Thousand Dynasties Pilgrimage was!

A single ceremony produced hundreds of Prodigies, each of whose names was known to at least hundreds of millions of living beings. The Ten Thousand Dynasties came from different regions, and the Humans and living beings of each region naturally cared most about the Prodigies representing their own region, so even if they were ranked in the dozens, they would still be the pride of a region.

In a single region, the number of living beings was not just tens of billions, but in the trillions!

Qin Ling had also become famous throughout the world, but because his cultivation was too low, he could not yet overshadow the radiance of other Prodigies, and he was still far from being the best in the world.

After the Ten Thousand Dynasties Pilgrimage ended, the Immortal Realm was surging with wind and clouds. Many Prodigies encountered ambushes, and friction between Dynasties became more intense, but on the whole, it was still considered peaceful.

In the eyes of the Saints, as long as there was no region-level war, it was considered peaceful.

The Immortal Realm was so vast that it was impossible for there to be no conflicts at all.

…

At noon on this day.

Han Jue slowly opened his eyes. His opening of eyes meant that another five thousand years had passed. For the living beings of the Immortal Realm, it might be a lifetime, and for Mortals, it was a hundred generations.

He was already very close to the Great Dao Realm.

He was only one step away.

He did not check his mail or observe the Immortal Realm, but instead reflected on his own Extreme Origin Great Dao.

The Great Dao Realm was a stage of Transcendence. Han Jue no longer needed to accumulate cultivation; he only needed his Soul to break through that gate of the great dao.

In the darkness, he felt a mysterious force resisting the gate of the great dao, preventing him from pushing the gate open.

Han Jue did not believe in evil; he wanted to forcefully Attain the Dao with the Extreme Origin Great Dao!

It was just a broken door!

Why couldn't he break through it!

Han Jue focused his attention and mobilized the power of the Extreme Origin Great Dao. His Soul leaped into a mysterious Void Realm, and figures appeared in front of him, all facing the gate of the great dao.

The gate of the great dao stood in the Void Realm, ten thousand zhang high, magnificent and majestic, as if representing the other shore, awe-inspiring to behold.

Han Jue stepped forward and walked past the seekers of the Dao.

He suddenly discovered a familiar figure.

Pan Xin!

This guy was also starting to pursue the Dao?

Unfortunately, he was still far from the gate of the great dao.

Han Jue continued to move forward, and soon, he arrived before the gate of the great dao.

The gate of the great dao seemed to be made of white rock, its surface carved with various patterns, recording the deeds of various races of Chaos, including the Human Race.

Han Jue saw many mythological stories.

Pangu splitting the heavens, Nüwa mending the sky, Gonggong angrily striking Mount Buzhou, Jingwei filling the sea, Houyi shooting the sun, etc. These were all mythological legends Han Jue had heard and seen in his past life in Huaxia. They only occupied a small corner on the gate of the great dao. At the very top of the gate of the great dao was a figure, strange and incredibly distorted in shape. He was meditating, with dozens of arms, and each palm held a mysterious object that even Han Jue could not see clearly.

That was likely the Chaos Gods!

Han Jue retracted his gaze and looked back at the gate of the great dao.

The gate of the great dao looked as solid as a rock, impossible to push.

Han Jue condensed the Extreme Origin Great Dao. A huge black shadow slowly emerged from his body, rapidly condensing into his form, and then quickly became burly, like the ancient Demon Gods carved on the gate of the great dao.

The Extreme Origin Great Dao roared and slammed its palms onto the gate of the great dao.

It began to push the gate of the great dao with all its might.

However, the gate of the great dao did not move at all.

Han Jue frowned.

Something was indeed wrong!

Something was hindering him!

Han Jue immediately used the Dharma Idol Fusion Art, merging the Heavenly Dipper Demon God, the Demon God of Strength, the Demon God of War, and other Demon God Dharma Idols with overbearing power into the Extreme Origin Great Dao.

At first glance, it looked like shadows emerging from behind Han Jue and drilling into the huge black shadow transformed by the Extreme Origin Great Dao. Each time a type of Demon God power entered, the Extreme Origin Great Dao black shadow grew a thousand zhang taller.

Rumble—

The gate of the great dao began to shake violently, enough to show how terrifying Han Jue's power was.

If the entire Immortal Realm were placed in front of Han Jue, a single finger could easily crush it into powder.

"Audacious!"

A violent shout suddenly rang out, shaking Han Jue's Soul. He looked up abruptly and saw rolling black mist appearing above the gate of the great dao, like a giant beast crouching on the gate of the great dao, looking down at Han Jue.

Han Jue saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

He had seen such eyes many times; they were all gazes that looked down on ants!

Han Jue spoke, "Why block me?"

The black mist said in a deep voice, "How can a Mortal enter the gate of the great dao at will!"

Han Jue did not believe it and continued to let the Extreme Origin Great Dao push.

The gate of the great dao was pushed open a small gap, and a fierce wind whistled out, but it could not shake the Extreme Origin Great Dao.

Han Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the mysterious black mist could not stop him with full force either and could only use some small tricks.

"Without the approval of the Chaos Gods, you cannot step onto the Great Dao! Mortal, you are seeking your own destruction!"

The black mist said angrily, its voice even louder than before.

Han Jue asked, "Then how can I obtain the approval of the Chaos Gods?"

"Kneel down and swear an oath to the Great Dao that you will serve the Chaos Gods and serve Chaos for eternity!"

Upon hearing this, Han Jue laughed.

So this is where they were waiting for him!

No wonder the Dao Ancestor wanted to go missing; it seemed he was being restrained by the Chaos Gods.

Opening the board, what will Han Jue do!