Follow the path of Dao from infancy

The Yin Yang Saint nodded slightly, and soon the others did not linger here for long, as every moment was a torment and a drain.

Quickly, once they returned, they immediately gathered all the saints, and spoke of the Red Flame Immortal Sword within the Divine Yang.

Subsequently, under the leadership of the Military Saint, the saints formed a formation, overlapping their Saint Domains, and dove deep into the Divine Yang.

The core of the military formation selected this time was the Mi Tian Saint. Among all the Supreme Saints, his strength was one of the strongest, even the Source Ancestor would show him considerable respect.

With the military formation's support, the Mi Tian Saint felt an unprecedentedly powerful force, unimaginably strong. He felt that in his current state, even if faced with the Source Ancestor, holding the Seven Tribulation Emperor Weapon, he would be unafraid.

As he approached the Red Flame Immortal Sword, very soon, the Mi Tian Saint felt a strong sense of oppression. His complexion changed slightly, and with Extreme Realm displayed, he fully exerted himself to reach the Red Flame Immortal Sword's side.

Light shone from his eyes as he grasped the Red Flame Immortal Sword. The red flames on the hilt immediately adhered to his arm, and soon, a power ignoring the Saint Domain began to erode.

His arm was ablaze, including the Primordial Spirit within it, burning with severe pain directly affecting the soul, causing even a saint to sweat profusely from pain.

He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to pull the sword out.

But as he exerted force, the sword was firmly embedded in the red stone, not moving at all, instead, the hilt itself seemed to quiver slightly.

Bang!

Just this slight tremor caused the Mi Tian Saint's arm to explode.

"Not good!"

The Mi Tian Saint's face changed suddenly, hurriedly retreating, as flames around the sword chased after him like a fiery dragon.

Seeing this, other saints intervened, slightly blocking the fiery dragon's power, and the Mi Tian Saint took the opportunity to retreat a hundred zhang away from the sword.

"It's stuck, this sword seemed to awaken from slumber just now."

The Mi Tian Saint's face was grim; he didn't expect that with the combined power of a hundred saints, and even as a Supreme Saint himself, he could not pull out a single sword—it was terrifying.

"This sword is likely not an Immortal Artifact, but something far more dreadful."

Feng Boping observed this and said gravely.

"Let Haotian Venerate try later. Such a powerful weapon, if mastered, would certainly be like adding wings to a tiger." The Yin Yang Saint said solemnly.

The saints exchanged a glance and withdrew from there, no longer wasting energy in vain.

Upon returning to the Holy Land, Feng Boping glanced at Li Hao, seeing him still in meditative thought, not disturbing him, believing now all hopes rested on Li Hao.

...

Within the Divine Yang, Li Hao with closed eyes, pondered repeatedly in his mind, how to carve the wind, carve the water.

He seemed to delve into a daze, thinking of all the carving methods he mastered, yet without exception, none could achieve it.

How should one carve the wind, how should one carve the water?

Li Hao, at Tenth Stage of the Artistic Path, could use heaven and earth as a canvas, embellishing the world.

At Tenth Stage of the Cooking Dao, he could use heaven and earth as a furnace, simmering all things in the world.

In Li Hao's impression, the Carving Arts should also be so.

Carving all things in the world.

Everything is carveable.

Yet now, merely wind and water gave him a feeling of helplessness, unable to carve even those, let alone carving a barrier that could enshroud the Holy Land and stand firm in the Divine Yang for over a decade.

Carving, carving... Li Hao's eyes were in a daze, various thoughts flitting across his mind.

He could use Holy Blood as ink, to stain the sky red, so why not change to a carving knife?

Thinking thus far, Li Hao was suddenly shocked, a sense of touching something emerged, he hurriedly grasped this glimmer, focusing his thoughts, his gaze growing increasingly brighter, until suddenly four characters surfaced in his mind, like enlightening enlightenment, giving him a sense of revelation.

Great craftsmanship lies in no work!

The essence of carving is in the carving itself, the carving of refining and subtlety.

Yet the truly supreme carving, is naturally formed.

To carve a tree will never match a real tree!

And a real tree, does it not grow on its own? How is it not carved by the time of heaven and earth!

To carve this knife... it can be time, it can be space, it can be anything!

Li Hao suddenly realized, so this was the true meaning of carving.

Upon realizing this, the problems faced earlier quietly disintegrated in an instant.

How to carve the wind?

Wind is in the breath.

How to carve the water?

Water is in the sway!

Before Li Hao, a panel notification suddenly leapt out:

[You have comprehended the State of Mind in Carving: Transcendent Entering Saint!]

Li Hao's Carving Arts, at this moment, broke through the Ninth Stage bottleneck, advancing to the Tenth Stage!

Numerous pieces of information sprang forth, yet Li Hao's state of mind was unprecedentedly clear and tranquil. This enlightenment not only broke the Ninth Stage in Carving Arts, entering the Tenth Stage, but the essence of Carving Arts also gave him insight into the Sword Dao, an understanding not brought by adding points, but an integration between the truth of carving and the essence of Sword Dao itself.

Or rather, this Carving Arts itself, if applied in combat, was not impossible.

Everything can become a carving knife, why not a sword?

Li Hao raised his hand, a vast stream of flames gathered, he did not carve, but assembled them, which in itself was carving. This kind of carving bore no traces, transcending common understanding of carving, yet aligning with Li Hao's current realm, great craftsmanship in non-work, this was his Carving Saint Dao, without signs of carving!

Flames countering flames, what Li Hao needed to do was concentrate them, to become more condensed, forming a wall, a fortress, enveloping the Holy Land and the Nine Provinces Immortal Island altogether.