Traces of the Seven Stars' Secret Order

Little White gritted its teeth inwardly, the competitive spirit deep within its dragon soul completely ignited.

Its dragon body, coiled around Gu Changge's wrist, unconsciously tightened a fraction, and a sharp gleam flashed through its dark golden dragon eyes.

It decided that it must cultivate even harder from now on; it absolutely could not be outdone by that little bird in this regard!

At this moment, Little Black seemed to sense Little White's subtle emotional fluctuations and faint sense of rivalry.

Its sharp pupils glanced at Gu Changge's wrist, a trace of imperceptible arrogance flashing in its eyes.

It did not intentionally show off, but after achieving the Emperor realm, the innate pride and confidence in its bloodline naturally revealed themselves.

It gently preened its increasingly miraculous dark golden feathers, its posture elegant and composed, as if silently declaring: I am the most handsome one on Master's shoulder!

Gu Changge took in the secret rivalry between these two little guys but merely smiled faintly, not exposing them.

Where there is competition, there is motivation.

As long as it didn't delay important matters, a little competitiveness was harmless and would instead push them to continuously improve.

Emperor Peng—no, Little Black—slowly restrained the surging imperial aura around its body, folded its massive wings, transformed to the size of an ordinary falcon, and landed on Gu Changge's shoulder.

It gently rubbed its head against Gu Changge's cheek, its eyes filled with endless gratitude and submission.

If the Master hadn't granted it this place for a breakthrough, it didn't know how many more years it would have wasted under the shackles of the outside world.

Gu Changge smiled faintly, reaching out to stroke its increasingly divine feathers. Feeling the majestic imperial power contained within, he nodded in satisfaction.

Not bad. The imperial foundation is solid; your future is promising.

Purple Bamboo Peak, inside the small courtyard.

Time was tranquil, as if isolated from the rest of the world.

In a corner of the courtyard, Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang were immersed in deep cultivation.

After successive bloody battles and the cruel tempering of the Prodigy Tower, coupled with Gu Changge personally teaching them supreme dharma methods, they urgently needed to convert all of this into true strength.

The War God's blood qi around Xiao Ruobai burned like a furnace. Rather than boiling outwardly, it was extremely restrained, surging endlessly through his internal meridians, continuously tempering every inch of his muscles, bones, and flesh.

Fang Hanyu sat as still as a withered pine, the Absolute Beginning Sword resting across his knees. The grayish chaotic sword qi was no longer wantonly arrogant; instead, it circled his body like a docile stream, evolving scenes of the birth and destruction of earth, water, fire, and wind.

Ling Xi was the most peculiar. Her body seemed enveloped in an invisible vortex. Whenever the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or even light, approached her, it became sluggish and dim, as if quietly devoured.

Even Fatty Wang had changed his usual flighty demeanor. His chubby face was full of concentration, and a large number of talisman papers were spread out in front of him. His ten fingers flew as he continuously inscribed various high-level talismans recorded in the Great Void Talisman Scripture.

After every failure, his eyes grew a bit brighter, and his understanding of the Dao of Talismans deepened at a visible rate.

Gu Changge would occasionally cast a glance from his bamboo chair, his eyes falling on the four of them as he gave a slight nod.

The Dao lies within oneself; too much interference would be counterproductive.

Purple Bamboo Peak was peaceful and serene, holding aloof from the world.

However, outside the peak, the entire Eastern Region, and even the entire Xuanhuang Great World, had been thrown into a frenzy due to the Heaven's Secret Pavilion's prophecy of a Golden Era and the emergence of Emperors. The rivalry among the younger generation was catalyzed, becoming increasingly fierce!

More and more prodigies emerged from various factions and awakened from ancient seals, fighting desperately in this Golden Era to make their mark!

Eastern Region, Ancient Meteorite Mine.

Shi Man, who hailed from the Northern Region Wastelands and possessed the Barbarian God War Body, violently clashed with Wang Zhan of the Desolate Ancient Wang Family over an unearthed star core!

The two fought hand-to-hand, causing the mine to collapse with terrifying momentum. Ultimately, it ended in a draw, and they both retreated warily.

The Myriad Miasma Swamp at the border of the Eastern and Southern Regions.

The demon race's newly advanced top genius Qilinzi, Mo Yu, encountered the Little Buddha Hui Ming, who had descended from the Sumeru Ancient Temple in the Western Region for experiential learning, while searching for a stalk of Poison Dragon Ambergris.

Auspicious qi and the universal saving power of Buddha light sensed and repelled each other. Under the clash of their auras, the toxic mist of the swamp churned, and all beasts lay dormant.

Along the coast of the Eastern Region, in a bustling cultivator city.

The former Holy Maiden of Jade Pool, Su Muxue, traveled here and easily won first place in an alchemy grand assembly. Her skilled Dao of Alchemy and unfathomable cultivation left people in awe.

Meanwhile, the Divine King Body of the Jiang family's current generation happened to be in the city as well. Although the two did not fight, when they gazed at each other from afar, the Dao rhythms naturally flowing around them made onlookers feel a suffocating pressure.

In the heartland of the Eastern Region, at the entrance to a newly discovered ancient ruin.

The Fluctlight Holy Son, Mo Yiqian, tested his sword against the heroes, defeating several well-known prodigies. Just as he was about to enter the ruins, he was confronted by a mysterious figure riding a bronze chariot and shrouded in chaotic qi.

The auras of both sides locked onto each other, causing cracks to appear on the stone walls of the ruin's entrance. Ultimately, the mysterious figure drove the chariot back into the void. Mo Yiqian, with a solemn expression, did not pursue.

These clashes were fierce and spectacular, turning the Eastern Region into a veritable battlefield for prodigies. Everyone was giving it their all, wanting to leave their name in this era.

Just as the Eastern Region was surging with the disputes of the young supremes, deep within the Heaven's Secret Pavilion.

On an ancient stargazing platform seemingly forged from star fragments, the contemporary Master Tianji sat quietly cross-legged.

He wore a star-patterned Daoist robe, his face blurred as if shrouded in the starlight of eternity. Only his eyes were as deep as the sea, reflecting the trajectories of the cosmic cycles.

In his hand, he was toying with a token that was neither gold nor jade. Its texture was warm and smooth, and its surface was engraved with profound star patterns.

On the token, seven points of starlight slowly circulated in a unique rhythm, emitting a faint yet eternal aura.

This, impressively, was also a Seven Stars Secret Token!

If the outside world knew that the Heaven's Secret Pavilion also held one of the Seven Stars Secret Tokens—the very items that had caused an uproar in the Eastern Region and even indirectly led to the annihilation of the Glazed Holy Land—it would likely stir up an even greater wave.

Master Tianji gently rubbed the cold patterns on the token with his fingertips. His brows furrowed imperceptibly as he muttered to himself, his voice seeming to merge with the revolution of the cosmic stars:

How strange. There are seven Seven Stars Secret Tokens in total. They naturally share a profound connection with each other and are guided by the star tracks...

He closed his eyes, and the Dao rhythm circulated around his body, resonating with the stargazing platform and even the boundless starry sky above.

Countless complex astrological signs and hexagram lines rapidly deduced, combined, and cycled through birth and destruction in his mind.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of deeper confusion and solemnity flashing in them.

According to the resonance of the star tracks and the deduction of the Pavilion's secret arts, the ownership of the seven secret tokens has now become roughly clear.

He counted them off on his fingers:

In the Eastern Region, Battle Asura holds one. This is the one with the greatest variable. His fortune is as fierce as fire, stirring up the winds and clouds, making it difficult to glimpse the full picture.

My Heaven's Secret Pavilion, the Jade Pool Holy Land, the Central Region's Fluctlight Holy Land, and the Western Region's Great Thunderclap Monastery each possess one!

The Glazed Holy Land originally had one, but its sect's destiny has run its course, and the secret token has changed owners. Hmm? The aura of this token has also become obscure and difficult to decipher, as if concealed by a great divine ability. As for whose hands it fell into, it must be in the possession of that mysterious great demon!

Thinking of this, Master Tianji's fingers paused, his brows furrowing even deeper.

"Six... six have already revealed themselves. But this seventh one..."

His gaze fell upon the endless starry sky once more, attempting to glean the final missing trace from the vast orbits of the stars.

Yet he only felt as though that fragment of heavenly secrets was shrouded in the densest mist of primal chaos. No matter how he pushed his secret arts to their limits, he could not pierce through it.

"The seventh one has vanished like a stone dropped into the ocean, completely concealed beyond the reach of the heavenly secrets. How could this be?

"Unless the wielder has already transcended the laws of this realm, or the place they reside in can sever all divination of the heavenly secrets. Could it be inside a forbidden zone..."