All Laws

In the region where the Nine Heavens Sword Sect was located.

Gu Changge gazed at the seventy billion points that had finally stabilized on the Heaven’s Chosen Stele, his feelings somewhat complicated. He did not envy Lu Taixu; he merely felt it was a pity. A few days ago, when Ye Chuan had first arrived in the small town, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect had likewise had a chance to take him in.

An elder beside him said in a low voice, “Sect Master, if we had offered a few more conditions back then…”

Before he could finish, Gu Changge glanced at him, and the elder immediately fell silent.

Gu Changge withdrew his gaze and said calmly, “What has already happened is in the past. There’s no need to dwell on it. Since the Taiyi Immortal Sect has obtained Ye Chuan, that is their fortune.”

After saying this, he looked once more at Gu Wufeng, who was advancing toward the depths of the Burial Sword Valley in the projection of the ancient realm. His eyes grew more serious than before.

Gu Wufeng had been too smooth-sailing these past few years. He had never lost to anyone in the same realm, and his sword heart was flawless. Among the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland of the Tianxuan Continent, there were almost no one who could truly make him feel pressured.

Even if he said, “Brother, I’ve been on an unstoppable run,” it would be perfectly normal.

Now that Ye Chuan had suddenly emerged, this might not necessarily be a bad thing for Gu Wufeng. If this towering mountain failed to crush him, it would sooner or later become a whetstone for his sword path.

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Within the Myriad Dao Ancient Realm, Ye Chuan had no idea that the people outside had already begun discussing whether they should enshrine him.

After the Desolate Beast King died, the underground altar completely collapsed, leaving behind only a palm-sized bone token floating quietly at the center of the altar.

Ye Chuan reached out and caught the bone token. Its surface was carved with the blurred image of a desolate beast. It felt somewhat heavy in his hand, and a vast amount of remnant-soul energy continued to flow within it.

[Obtained the Ancient Desolate Bone Token.]

[One of the core marks of the outer region of the Ancient Desolate Mountain Range.]

[Those who possess this token can temporarily command the remnant souls of the outer region of the Ancient Desolate Mountain Range.]

Ye Chuan examined it twice, but could not quite tell how much it was worth. A token made of bone did not look more valuable than immortal stones, no matter how he looked at it.

Remnant souls?

Nothing special. Those things were not even suitable as nourishment for the World-Suppressing Banner.

Still, since it was a core mark, it should prove useful later. He casually stored the Ancient Desolate Bone Token away, and the blood-colored barrier that had sealed off the surroundings gradually dispersed as well.

Between the black mountain ranges in the distance, an ancient road appeared. Large numbers of broken stone tablets stood on both sides of the road, the writing on them long since blurred beyond recognition. Only the two ancient characters “Myriad Laws” could be vaguely discerned.

Ye Chuan looked up.

It was a new region.

At the end of the road stood an ancient immortal city wrapped in the radiance of countless laws. The city floated in midair, surrounded by flames, flowing water, thunder, and sword qi that constantly circled around it. It looked far more ostentatious than the Ancient Desolate Mountain Range.

“The next trial?”

After saying this, Ye Chuan walked directly toward the ancient immortal city.

Before long, a new notification appeared on the Heaven’s Chosen Stele outside.

[Ye Chuan has left the Ancient Desolate Mountain Range.]

[Proceeding to Myriad Laws City.]

The moment they saw the words “Myriad Laws City,” the mighty figures of the various immortal sects, who had already been beaten somewhat numb by Ye Chuan, finally showed a reaction once again.

The Ancient Desolate Mountain Range was a place of slaughter. It tested combat strength, survival abilities, and the depth of one’s immortal power. Ye Chuan’s ability to sweep through the region was certainly astonishing, but ultimately, it was because his power was simply too great.

Myriad Laws City was different. It tested a cultivator’s understanding of the Great Dao and immortal arts. Strength was certainly useful, but it could not solve every problem.

Myriad Laws City contained three thousand Dao Halls, each corresponding to a different Great Dao. To pass the trials, one had to defeat the embodiment of the Great Dao or unravel the trial corresponding to it.

Someone who knew only how to rely on brute force might be able to force his way through the first few Dao Halls, but he would certainly be stopped later on.

In the region where the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect was located, an elder finally found an opportunity to speak. He said slowly, “Myriad Laws City is not the Ancient Desolate Mountain Range. It isn’t a place where whoever has the biggest fists can go the farthest.”

Quite a few people beside him nodded lightly. This was not merely an attempt to save face. Myriad Laws City truly was the region in the entire Myriad Dao Ancient Realm that placed the greatest emphasis on understanding the Great Dao.

During every previous opening of the ancient realm, the disciples of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect had possessed an enormous advantage there. Quite a few had even relied on the rewards from Myriad Laws City to force their way into the top ten of the rankings.

“Ye Chuan’s combat strength is certainly terrifying, but he has cultivated for far too short a time. No matter how monstrous someone’s talent is, it’s impossible for him to comprehend three thousand Great Daos in such a short period.”

At this point, the elder’s tone had finally steadied. “Myriad Laws City is precisely where his weakness can be exposed.”

Everyone’s gaze soon fell upon another name on the Heaven’s Chosen Stele.

Fa Wuxiang.

Ranked twelfth on the Heaven’s Chosen Stele, Fa Wuxiang was a late-stage Great Principal Golden Immortal. He had cultivated the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect’s core technique, the Myriad Laws Return-to-Origin Scripture, since childhood, and had now mastered ninety-nine immortal arts.

In terms of pure killing power, Fa Wuxiang was inferior to Gu Wufeng. But when it came to understanding the Great Dao and transforming immortal arts, there were probably few among the younger generation present who could compare with him.

The elder of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect gently stroked his beard, his expression becoming considerably more relaxed.

“If the Ancient Desolate Mountain Range is Ye Chuan’s home ground, then Myriad Laws City is the home ground of our Myriad Laws Immortal Sect.”

After these words were spoken, the disciples of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect, who had originally been somewhat dispirited, finally regained some confidence.

On the other side of the Myriad Dao Ancient Realm, Fa Wuxiang had already arrived outside Myriad Laws City. He wore a pale-green robe and had gentle features. He possessed neither Gu Wufeng’s sharpness nor the incomprehensible pressure emanating from Ye Chuan.

Yet merely by standing there, he caused subtle laws to circulate around him before eventually returning to stillness.

Fa Wuxiang looked up at the Heaven’s Chosen Stele. Seventy billion points towered at the top of the rankings. No matter how calm he was, it was impossible for him not to feel the slightest pressure.

However, he did not panic. The Myriad Dao Ancient Realm did not judge only by the points earned in the early stages. If one could pass through a hundred Dao Halls in succession within Myriad Laws City, one could unlock the hidden trial, Myriad Laws Returning as One.

As long as he obtained Myriad Laws City’s core reward, his points would inevitably surge. By then, even if he could not catch up to Ye Chuan, he could at least narrow the gap to a level where it was still within sight.

Fa Wuxiang withdrew his gaze and walked toward the nearest Dao Hall—the Hall of Fire.

The Hall of Fire was a scarlet world. Lava flowed across the ground, while countless flame runes floated in the sky. A towering figure formed from raging flames slowly emerged.

Fa Wuxiang did not rush to attack. He first observed the flow of the flames and sensed the changes in the strength of the laws of fire within the Dao Hall. Only after a moment did he raise his hand and form a seal.

A strand of pale-blue water light flowed from his fingertip, then transformed into a fine rain that enveloped the entire Hall of Fire.

Water overcame fire, but an ordinary water-based immortal art could not suppress the embodiment of fire here. Fa Wuxiang quickly supplemented it with a wind-based immortal art. A gentle breeze swept the fine rain along, causing the water vapor to continuously seep between the patterns of flame.

Just as the embodiment of fire raised its hand, the core flame pattern in its chest was entangled by the water vapor. After a brief struggle, its entire body suddenly dissipated.

[Fa Wuxiang has passed the Hall of Fire.]

[Obtained three million Myriad Dao points.]

Outside, the disciples of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect were invigorated.

This was the proper way to approach Myriad Laws City—not with brute-force attacks, but by understanding the Great Dao and using mutually countering immortal arts to break through the impasse.