My Informative Cultivation Life

"Since there is only one chance to sever the Dao, I shall first sever the Path of Destiny!"

Yang Ji's aura erupted like an enraged dragon as he charged into the Land of Origin.

"You're insane! To sever the Path of Destiny first? Aside from those who were born from the Origin, the oldest beings in existence, no one can sever the Destiny Tribulation. Not even the most supreme Dominators who have lived through countless epochs have managed to do it. You must not act recklessly!" the Rail Wooden Box rarely interjected to stop him.

"If the Ancestor of Origin could do it, then why can't I? There's only one chance to sever the Dao, so I might as well try. At worst, I'll just cultivate again in another life!"

Yang Ji suddenly roared and materialized a giant hand that reached into the depths of the Origin, intending to grasp Destiny's Origin.

At this moment, everyone was on edge. The Rail Wooden Box, the Immortal Elder, and the Buddha Child were all silent, with a deathly stillness descending upon them.

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Suddenly, a giant hand emerged from the depths of the Land of Origin and struck Yang Ji's manifested hand, instantly causing it to disintegrate.

A figure in a Gold-Patterned Black Robe emerged from the depths, walking with heavy steps. He was handsome and resolute, looking exactly like Yang Ji.

However, he emanated an aura of unsurpassed majesty, his divine might so vast that the entire Land of Origin trembled for him.

His gaze was cold and detached, utterly without emotion—a coldness not born from hatred, but from the "Dao Principles" of the unfeeling Dao.

The moment this person appeared, even the Rail Wooden Box, an Immortal King, felt a chill in his heart, as if his soul was gripped in a vice, making his breathing grow labored.

"Destiny Tribulation!" Yang Ji's pupils shrank, his expression more solemn than ever, his chest heaving with tense breaths, yet his figure remained as immovable as a boulder, with an unyielding aura.

"Destiny Tribulation, today I shall sever you!"

Yang Ji let out a long howl as the Immortal Peach Tree within his Inner World turned into a streak of light and merged into his body.

This was his Life Root!

It was also the very basis of his bravery to slaughter the Destiny Tribulation and ascend against heaven.

The Sacred Peach Tree was a Supreme World-Stabilizing Treasure whose capabilities defied imagination. At the moment of its transformation into the Dao Peach Tree, it held a thirty percent chance of severing the Destiny Tribulation.

When it transformed into the Immortal Peach Tree, the probability shot up to eighty percent.

With an eighty percent chance, the scales of victory were tipping overwhelmingly in his favor.

If he did not fight under such circumstances, how could he speak of breaking the chains of life and defying fate?

He wanted his destiny to be outside the Five Elements, drifting beyond heaven and earth, where no one could bind him, no one could divine his path, no one could see through him.

The Immortal Peach Tree was one of his pillars of confidence.

The fortune of Myriad Realms blessed by the Immortal King was another.

The fortune of Myriad Realms was a favor from the Heavenly Dao, even weakening the Dao Calamity by a third.

The Immortal Body was his third pillar of confidence.

At this moment, his body had merged with the Great Dao; the Dao was him, and he was the Dao.

His Immortal Body was originally an Attribute-less Immortal Body, the purest form of Immortal Body, but after merging with his Life Root...

It had transformed into a Fate-Defying Immortal Body!

"Kill!" Yang Ji roared furiously, his energy splitting into the Three Immortals Formation, rapidly absorbing the Evil energy from the Supreme Evil Crystal to boost his strength. His Inner World projected outward, enveloping the Destiny Tribulation with the Wings of Time-Space, Bow of Years, Life Mark, and all his foundational powers.

The Destiny Tribulation's eyes flashed coldly, Yang Ji's actions were a provocation, a challenge to the stealer of the Dao.

"Die!"

The Destiny Tribulation uttered the word indifferently but made no move.

Without any fanfare, Yang Ji only saw "The Law Follows The Word", the invisible profundity of destiny, gathering all cause and effect, all killing intent, all Dao Principles, and slicing towards him.

Suddenly, countless dense threads of fate burst forth from within his body, violently breaking out to eradicate his physical form, Primordial Spirit, causes and effects, destiny, reincarnation, and all marks of life.

But in the next instant...

Yang Ji merely grunted, charging forward as if nothing had happened.

All his attacks landed on the Destiny Tribulation, causing its form to shake violently, almost disintegrating on the spot.

"How is this possible?"

"He's unharmed by the Destiny Tribulation and has actually struck it?"

"You must understand that destiny is formless and intangible, without any physical body. The manifestation of the Tribulation is but an illusion, and yet he managed to strike it as if it were solid?"

"He can hit destiny? How can this be?"

The Rail Wooden Box let out an incredulous roar.

"As I thought! As one with the Fate-Defying Immortal Body, even destiny must yield to my blow!"

Yang Ji surged with exhilaration, "Today, I will break the chains of destiny and slay the Destiny Tribulation."