Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1719 Chapter 434: Thirty Years of Sun and Moon_3

Ever since I embarked on the path of Cultivation, it has been a long time since I was caught in a downpour. This sensation felt quite nostalgic.

"The rhythm of the rain..."

A flicker of enlightenment suddenly crossed Li Hao's eyes. Wasn't the rhythmic pitter-patter striking his ears a form of musical melody?

"Rain, thunder, and clouds... Music isn't restricted to instruments alone; its core is found in rhythm."

Li Hao spoke softly to himself.

His Musical Rhythm Dao, which had been stagnant at a bottleneck for quite some time, surged forward during this epiphany. It broke through, reaching the Ninth Stage.

Skill Points gained: 1.

Current Total: 4 points.

When the Chaos Rain ceased, the heavens above Extreme Dao Mountain cleared, returning to their brilliant state. The rainfall that had touched the earth transformed into thick immortal power, which the mountain's disciples began to absorb greedily.

Having taken in a massive amount of energy, disciples across various training grounds immediately sat cross-legged to refine the immortal power.

Li Hao retracted his gaze as vast insights into the Musical Rhythm Dao flooded his consciousness, bringing a smile to his face.

With a wave of his hand, he condensed a sphere of water, draped it over the zither strings, and began to play.

The resonance produced by the water-coated strings was entirely different from his previous performances.

Shi Miao was stunned by the melody. The sound seemed to pierce the soul, offering a pleasant sensation that brought deep relaxation and serenity.

"Even the popping of burning timber can be a beautiful song."

"The sound of shifting sand as it falls is also a type of music."

Li Hao felt his perspective on music expanding, no longer limited by physical instruments.

Reaching the Ninth Stage of Musical Rhythm meant the next step was the Tenth Stage—transcending the mundane to enter the Saint Realm!

"Your cultivation has reached the Fourth Level of the Immortal Monarch Realm."

Shi Miao offered Li Hao a smile.

Li Hao gave a simple nod; he remained indifferent toward the progression of his realms, viewing it with a calm heart.

The years flowed by steadily.

Three years later, Li Hao’s Poetry and Books Dao also shattered its bottleneck. It moved from the Sixth Stage to the Seventh Stage Heart Realm.

While the trials in the Chaos Dojo persisted, the number of onlookers slowly decreased. Most disciples didn't wish to spend their time watching endless fights, and Li Hao’s years of consecutive triumphs had earned him widespread respect. Even the members of the Chaos Ancient Clan, though some spoke with lingering bitterness, had to acknowledge his reputation.

Because the rankings were concealed and Li Hao had stopped after merging the nine Chaos Daos, the world began to accept his previous feats as his limit.

By Li Hao's tenth year in this place.

His Poetry and Books Dao had also climbed to the Ninth Stage. Just like his Musical Rhythm, it was now stalled at the threshold of the Tenth Stage Heart Realm.

A massive chasm separated the Ninth and Tenth Stages. When Li Hao’s Artistic Path had previously reached the Tenth Stage, it had achieved transcendence and triggered grand phenomena, signaling his status as a Saint.

Anything below the Tenth Stage is considered the mortal realm; the Tenth Stage is the mark of a saint.

While Li Hao immersed himself in his Musical Rhythm, several figures at the Sea Cliff in the Chaos Sea began to depart, returning to the island's main hall.

The Chaos Immortal Emperor glanced at his followers. He could see their Dao Hearts had strengthened, moving from the middle-tier of eternal to the peak-level, rendering them immune to outside distractions.

"Proceed."

He gave them his blessing to seek further wisdom within the Chaotic Star.

"For a decade, his avatar has done nothing but fight in that Chaos Dojo, ignoring his cultivation. He shouldn't have bothered with those petty provocations; those duels are meaningless."

The sisters from the Ghost Tribe remained at Sea Cliff, whispering among themselves. Ming Yue was there as well, as her Dao Heart had yet to reach the peak-level eternal state, unlike the Su Family sisters who had already left.

"Hmph!"

Ming Yue let out a cold snort upon hearing them. "That is simply how he is. He even had the gall to turn down my master's invitation back then, showing no respect to an Immortal Emperor. Why would he care about those in the same realm?"

The Ghost Tribe sisters looked at her, and Ghost Ling Yue remarked, "You still have time for such thoughts? If you linger here much longer, your senior brother, Sword Heart, will leave you far behind."

Ming Yue’s expression shifted at those words. Her senior brother, Sword Heart, was not a pupil of the Chaos Immortal Emperor but studied under a master in a Chaos Immortal City ruled by the Green Emperor.

That city was under the Green Emperor's protection, a figure rumored to be a peerless master of the sword dao, which was why Sword Heart chose that path.

She and her senior brother had sought out different Immortal Emperors as mentors to broaden their influence.

"You are still here as well," Ming Yue snapped back.

"We aren't the personal disciples of the Immortal Emperor; there is no shame in us falling behind," Ghost Ling Yue replied evenly.

Fuming, Ming Yue fell silent and shut her eyes to meditate, though her internal restlessness only grew.

Time marched on, and another ten years passed. The last few people on Sea Cliff eventually left, leaving the area desolate once more.

On Extreme Dao Mountain, a beautiful melody drifted from a small garden.

"Your music is actually capable of condensing the local immortal power; it seems to draw it in naturally."

Shi Miao was captivated as she listened, deeply impressed by Li Hao’s skill.

While she could summon immortal power with a simple gesture, doing so through the medium of music was a feat she could not replicate.

Li Hao smiled, but suddenly, his face twitched slightly.

"Hmm?"

He received a notification from the Chaos Heavenly Dao list within him. To his surprise, he discovered that his Dark Side Avatar had been defeated.

It seemed that after defeating many opponents with fewer Chaos Daos, the avatar had finally faced a warrior who had merged ten Chaos Daos.

"I lost?"

This marked the first failure for his avatar in twenty years of combat. Checking the upcoming opponents, he saw they were all at the level of fused Chaos Daos, including a prodigy ranked six thousandth on the Chaos Heavenly Dao list.

Li Hao shook his head, unbothered. A loss was just a loss, and the battle experience was what truly mattered.

By reviewing the Dark Side's memories, he could integrate the avatar's combat lessons. Such defeats were actually more useful than easy wins for identifying his own shortcomings.

"The movement technique was insufficient..."

With a quick analysis, Li Hao identified the cause of the defeat. Had the movement technique been better, the avatar might have forced a draw by igniting the Primordial Spirit, but it had eventually been outmaneuvered and exhausted by the foe.