Published at 9th of April 2026 7:12 am

Chapter 4408: Supreme 4

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At this moment, upon hearing this sentence, He finally released a sigh of relief.

Not in vain did He rack His brains, almost calculating Zero to the point of collapse, devising strategies for Xu Xiaoshou till this step.

Finally, finally, He heard something pleasing to the ear.

Of course, He knew roughly what Xu Xiaoshou wanted to say, but at this moment He could only pretend not to know, touched, He said:

"Lord Shou, please speak."

"If Saint Xin were to fall, I might not be able to return immediately, but the blood demon power He left in your divine palace could be His only resurrection opportunity..."

"Possession?"

"Mm."

"Lord Shou, if it’s only this level of Saint Xin, I think I might still have one last card to play."

"Oh?"

"But if I say it, it may not work anymore, since I have already been influenced by the blood demon power."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou resisted the urge to curse this old flamboyantly mysterious priest, without further questioning, he directly cut off the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique telepathic communication.

He wanted to go over there!

He intended to execute Saint Xin in a past life, severing all variables!

He wanted to fight Saint Xin once under the most irreversible and variable circumstances, because He could not stand by as His past self was trapped, while He could only wait, waiting for that mosquito to guide His former self over.

Saint Xin wagered enormously this time.

But my Hidden Bitter, is not unfavorable either!

Xu Xiaoshou sat cross-legged in the air, Hidden Bitter traversing around him, unfolded beneath him was the one and only Great Dao River, clearly entering the state of Unity of Man and the Heavens, beginning Enlightenment.

The Way of Name was enough to manifest the Great Dao River, evidencing that its application might be lacking, but in terms of insight into this path, Xu Xiaoshou had long surpassed the Name Ancestor.

Internalized as the Dao Disc for Name, it directly provided visualized data:

"Dao Disc for Name (99%)."

And now what Xu Xiaoshou had to do was no longer simply through the Way of Name, to nourish his various passive skills and other processes of "having."

He also had to traverse a step that even the Name Ancestor might not have ventured, through Void Taoism and insight, stepping onto the "no" concerning the Way of Name.

Like the memory’s rear side of Hallmaster Dao.

Like Bazhun’an’s mutual dependence with Sword Me.

But perhaps, it had to be higher because He intended to "define" the Great Path, to expand the Way of Name, akin to the Holy Path and Phantom Swords Technique, the root of myriad Great Paths!

"Name, can mean a surname or be given as ’bestowed upon’."

"Bestowed upon grass, flowers, and birds, it’s named, then plants and animals have distinctive titles; bestowed upon Yin, Yang, the four seasons, it’s named, then day and night, spring and autumn can be tangible changes."

"A path that can be walked is not an ordinary path; a name that can be named is not an ordinary name; bestowed upon Path by Path: it is called Sword, Battle, Technique, cultivators no longer tread pathless, but can pursue the ordinary name, advance in steps."

"Thus, bestowed upon Great Path as Fire, it accumulates the disparity of temperature, the color changes of flames, the agitations and calms of emotions, culminating in Ordinary Fire, Cold Flames, Karma Fire, named as Fire, rises with wood and burns, spreads upon movement."

"Thus, bestowed upon Great Path as Water, tranquil like gurgling streams, fierce like torrents, wild like waterfall gushing, still like a silent well, culminating in joy, shock, anger, sorrow, supreme name as Water, reaching seven emotions can restrain six desires."

"The end of the path, then forsaking what’s bestowed, returning to true essence, releasing creation, then returns to zero and ascends as Supreme Name. Supreme Name, cannot be named, Supreme Path, also exists, also doesn’t exist, unnamed the beginning of heaven and earth, named the mother of all things. Penetrating its subtlety, exhausting its limits, a unified identity, synonymously called mysterious. Behold it, opening the gate of mystery."

...

Buzz!

Accompanied by the unconscious muttering of Void Taoism insight, the Venerable Extreme Slash Space’s Third Ancestor, watched in astonishment as the standing Xu Xiaoshou, gradually transformed from human form into intangible.

His eyes disappeared into smoke, His limbs fragmented into airflow, His torso, entirely, dissipated outward, all dissolving into the Great Path.

"Taoization of the Great Path?"

This didn’t seem quite like Taoization, because the Third Ancestor could still sense Xu Xiaoshou’s existence, only His form had changed.

But to say where He was, was indescribable.

As if absent yet omnipresent, as if born alongside the Path at the commencement of primordial chaos, and at the same time manifested as every speck of dust and every droplet of river on Shengshen Continent at this moment.

Not just the continent, not just Dao, He seemed to have merged into spacetime, permeated the past, present, future, communicating myriad worlds, reaching places that the Ancestral God could probe but had never experienced.

From the beginning where He was understandable, to the middle where He was incomprehensible, until finally completely forgetting what Xu Xiaoshou was doing and His purpose, yet still able to remember the symbolic name "Xu Xiaoshou."

"The Way of Name..."

War Ancestor silently muttered, from the perspective of War Dao, He seemed able to interpret what Xu Xiaoshou was doing, reaching for a realm most supreme:

"Path of Infinite?"

The three-headed, six-armed Cursed Yin, similarly revealed a shocked expression, hardly believing what He saw, unable to decipher Xu Xiaoshou’s current status but using the concept of Vanishing Technique to interpret, to define Xu Xiaoshou, then understanding as:

"Supreme Technique?"

Yet whether it was the Path of Infinite, Supreme Technique, or the memory’s rear side of Hallmaster Dao, Bazhun’an’s mutual dependence with Sword Me, under the immense concept Xu Xiaoshou was comprehending at this moment.

They seemed only to be among its parts.

Could this Path push towards "Supreme Name," and "Supreme Name" far exceed this Path?

"Call on me..."

Throughout the Great Thousand Epochs, an intangible wave echoed out.

Xu Xiaoshou methodically took out the source of spacetime, retracing the Reincarnation Token’s essence, then entered the path through the way of great dreams across time, transmitting self-will to myriad realms:

"Praise my true name, use reincarnation as a token."

"Epochs can be reached, Supreme traverses."

...

Upon the peak of the towering mountain enveloped in demonic aura within the dim Broken Land, a tall man dressed in somber Nuoyi, donning a majestic Nuomian, abruptly stood, dazzling light erupted between His eyes.

Thousands of bolts of thunder descended from the sky, inundating half of the demon-powered mountain, unable to crush it. His voice, woven with countless wills and ground repeatedly by stone mill, emerged hoarse and strange, yet echoed from the thunder calamity:

"The Way of Name..."

"Has Jin Ren achieved it?"

Without much hesitation, this tall man in Nuoyi expanded His consciousness, connected with the surge of will sweeping through epochs, and transmitted across:

"Here lays the Ancestral Court’s Tai Yao Mountain, quickly aid my position!"

...

Within the maelstrom of ancient times, amidst boundless desolate Time Sand ebbing and flowing, a white-clothed swordsman enduring countless epochs of hardship, long worn away by time’s grinding, was poised to die, sharply raised His head.

In His hand, the Fourth Sword vibrated, azure light flaring, that white-clothed figure gracefully turned back, as if in an instant finding the once-lost distant direction of home, murkiness fully receding from His gaze, vitality and vigor rapidly revived, soaring, burgeoning, nearly limitless.

"Ming Sword Skill..."

"Xu Xiaoshou, is he coming for me?"

Hum hum hum!

Around Him, seemingly due to momentary emotional fluctuations, sprang open gate after gate of path energy erupting illuminated gates.

Initially there were nine, then eighty-one, finally splitting into countless.

After a long deep breath, the divine intent returned to tranquility, the Mystical Gate abated, vanished into intangible.

He opened His mouth, yet struggled to produce sound.

After waiting for long, until a sweetness gathered in His throat, barely swallowing it down, He then vibrated the Fourth Sword to resonate with sword cognition, emitting a dry voice as if cut by a blade:

"Lord Shou..."

"I am here."

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