“Human strength alone cannot control the power of edicts within heaven and earth. So people condensed their consciousness into a Primordial Spirit. Through it, they could command edicts. Remember this: the Primordial Spirit comes first, then the Primordial Edicts.”

San Dao explained carefully. Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

“Besides the Primordial Spirit and the power of edicts, there is another defining feature of an Infinite Dao cultivator: the condensation of one’s own Dao Fruit,” San Dao continued. “The reason I could fight an Infinite Dao cultivator for dozens of exchanges when I was only a Saint Sovereign is because, although I didn’t have a Primordial Spirit or Primordial Edicts, I had already condensed my own Dao Fruit.”

“What exactly is a Dao Fruit?” Xu Zimo asked quickly.

“You can understand a Dao Fruit as the embodiment of the path you’ve walked. From the moment you began cultivating until now, everyone has their own path. There are millions of people and millions of Daos. Think of it this way. Everyone who enters this world sees different things, experiences different events, and meets different people. As a result, every life is different. Some become unmatched powerhouses. Some become wealthy beyond measure. Some remain poor their entire lives.”

“Since each person’s life is different, the Dao they form is also different. A Dao Fruit is the flowering and fruition of your Dao, its final, concrete manifestation.”

San Dao continued, “Dao Fruits also fall into two categories. One is the Heavenly Dao Fruit. The other is called Anti-Heaven Dao Fruit. Every Infinite Dao cultivator is unique. When you step into the Infinite Dao realm, you receive judgment from the Heavenly Dao. If you’re willing to submit to it, like the Progenitors of the Ten God-Clans, you gain its approval. Your Dao Fruit becomes aligned with the Heavenly Dao, and you can even wield the power of heaven and earth. But if you refuse to submit, you can condense your own Dao Fruit. The True Martial Progenitor condensed the True Martial Dao Fruit, his belief that everyone can become a dragon. As for me, I condensed a blade-type Dao Fruit, which I call the Three-Blade Dao Fruit. Remember one rule. No two Dao Fruits in this world are identical. Even if both are blade-type Dao Fruits, the distinctions still exist. A difference as small as a hair creates an entirely different Dao Fruit.”

“Having a Dao Fruit does not make you an Infinite Dao cultivator,” Xu Zimo said. “Let me confirm. A true Infinite Dao cultivator must have both a Dao Fruit and a Primordial Spirit. But back then, you only condensed the Dao Fruit.”

Seeing San Dao nod, Xu Zimo sighed. “It seems the path is still far away. Becoming an Infinite Dao cultivator has no shortcuts.”

“If you want to condense a Dao Fruit, someone might be able to help you,” the Saint Sovereign suddenly said.

Xu Zimo paused. “Who?”

“The True Martial Progenitor,” San Dao replied with a smile. “He helped me condense mine.”

“The True Martial Progenitor can help others condense Dao Fruits?” Xu Zimo asked in shock.

“You’ll understand when you go see him,” the Saint Sovereign said. “The Progenitor may have other plans for you.”

After expressing his thanks, Xu Zimo left. He did not immediately seek out the True Martial Progenitor. He understood that the Progenitor would come to him when the time was right.

…

Not long after, World-Weary came to find Xu Zimo. Among the Ten God-Clans, the Zhao and Nanguo God-Clans had already surrendered and did not need to be wiped out. Of the remaining eight clans, he assigned Xu Zimo the task of extinguishing the Luo God-Clan, the clan that possessed the Primordial Alchemy God-Scripture.

Xu Zimo was to destroy the Luo God-Clan.

The True Martial Sacred Ground had many Saint Sovereigns, but because the sect had only a limited number of Infinite Dao cultivators, and the eight clans had suffered enormous casualties, Xu Zimo saw no reason to take the sect’s Saint Sovereigns with him. He had his own Infernal Archons.

The Luo God-Clan was located in the northwest, within Alchemy God City.

The Luo God-Clan was an unusual case. They possessed the Primordial Alchemy God-Scripture, a divine art that was not just an alchemical technique but also a cultivation method based on the principle of the Primordial Alchemy Dao.

…

Originally, the True Martial Sacred Ground had formations that could reach anywhere in the Absolute God Heaven. But after the sect’s destruction, the formation was also destroyed. Now that the Progenitor had rebuilt the sect, a wave of his hand restored the formation as well. Xu Zimo used this formation to travel to the Luo God-Clan.

…

Unlike other cities, the Luo God-Clan did not reside in a typical settlement. Their base, Alchemy God City, was the most prosperous place in the entire Absolute God Heaven, second to none.

This was because, although the Luo God-Clan might not have dominated in combat power, they were unquestionably first in the Dao of Alchemy. No one could compare. And they didn’t hide their skills. Their pills were beloved across the domain. They founded Alchemy God City, gathering alchemists from all corners of the world, even spreading the introductory chapters of the Primordial Alchemy God-Scripture.

Anyone with sense understood what they were doing, attempting to monopolize the entire world’s pill industry and its alchemists. The influence and hidden wealth behind this were unimaginable. But for common people seeking to buy pills or learn alchemy, Alchemy God City was naturally their best choice. Over time, it grew into an unparalleled metropolis, thriving with unmatched prosperity.

…

With the return of the True Martial Sacred Ground, word of the eight remaining clans’ destruction had already spread to Alchemy God City. Beneath its dazzling surface, turbulent undercurrents surged. Yet the city remained vibrant, perhaps even more so.

Xu Zimo stepped out of the teleportation formation. He came alone, without a grand formation or entourage. The formation of the True Martial Sacred Ground was truly powerful. Fast, stable, and efficient. Soon, he appeared in the formation plaza of Alchemy God City.

The place was packed with people. There was no sign of sorrow or decay, only bustling crowds and flourishing prosperity.

“Supreme Draco-Mammoth Pill! Only one left! Come take a look!”

“Heavenly Phoenix Pill, refined with true phoenix blood! Not for sale, only trades accepted!”

“Pills personally refined by the Luo God-Clan’s alchemists! Anyone interested may come purchase!”

The lively calls filled his ears immediately. Xu Zimo rolled his neck and began walking casually through the crowd.