Top-tier!
Absolutely top-tier!
Compared to this cultivation art, the techniques I looked at earlier—with their four- to five-thousand-fold amplification—were only fit to carry its shoes.
“This is the one.”
Su Yu did not hesitate for a moment. He reached out, preparing to pick up the black stone tablet.
“Your eye for quality really is sharp.”
Just then, Lu Xinghe had somehow walked up behind Su Yu.
Seeing Su Yu stop in front of the black stone tablet, he could not help shaking his head and letting out a long sigh.
“This Chaos Infinite Origin Blood Art was brought back at the cost of his life by the first commander of the Seventh Legion from an ancient ruin.”
“Officially, it’s only a remnant of a black-hole-level technique.”
“But in terms of theoretical depth, it’s comparable to those domain-lord-level techniques secretly passed down by the imperial family of the Great Chu Starfield.”
Lu Xinghe walked over to the display stand.
His gaze rested on the black stone tablet, filled with complicated emotions.
“However…”
“Su Yu, I don’t recommend choosing it.”
Su Yu turned his head, his expression calm.
“Why?”
Lu Xinghe furrowed his brows, his tone becoming exceptionally serious.
“Because it’s a dead end—a path that cannot be walked.”
“The requirements of this technique are so demanding that they defy the laws of the universe.”
Lu Xinghe raised one finger.
“First, it requires the practitioner to temper both their physical body and their origin blood at the same time.”
“The two must remain in perfect balance, advancing side by side.”
“That takes ten, even a hundred, times longer than cultivating other black-hole-level techniques!”
“A person may have a long lifespan, but the golden period for cultivation is limited. Who can afford to spend that much time?”
Lu Xinghe raised a second finger, his voice growing heavier.
“Second, because it requires dual tempering, it needs an astronomical amount of high-grade resources to support it.”
“Without resources, you won’t even be able to cross the threshold of the first section.”
“But!”
Lu Xinghe stared into Su Yu’s eyes and pointed out the most fatal contradiction.
“Once you absorb an enormous amount of high-grade resources, your origin blood will inevitably become contaminated with impurities!”
“And the third requirement of this technique happens to be…”
“Throughout the entire cultivation process, the purity of your origin blood must remain above ninety-nine percent, in a state of absolute purity!”
Lu Xinghe sighed, his face filled with helplessness.
“You need vast quantities of resources to support the dual tempering, but any external resource will inevitably introduce impurities once absorbed. Even the crown prince of the Great Chu Starfield, using the most advanced methods to filter resources, could only maintain a purity of ninety-five percent.”
“Without resources, your cultivation progress will be painfully slow.”
“But the moment you absorb resources and your purity falls below ninety-nine percent, this technique will come to a complete standstill. It may even trigger a backlash from your origin.”
“This is a completely unsolvable vicious cycle!”
“Your origin blood is indeed flawless at one hundred percent purity right now, so you meet its initial requirements.”
“But how will you cultivate it in the future?”
“Are you planning to rely entirely on slowly absorbing the energy floating through the universe?”
“You’d have to keep grinding away until the universe itself perished!”
At this point, a trace of regret flashed through Lu Xinghe’s eyes.
“And aside from these vicious cycles…”
“It’s also extraordinarily profound and obscure.”
“With other black-hole-level techniques, even someone with decent talent can usually spend a few thousand years and eventually grasp at least a little of their essence.”
“But this stone tablet…”
Lu Xinghe pointed at the black stone tablet, his voice filled with deep helplessness.
“The Seventh Legion once had an exceptionally gifted predecessor who refused to believe it was impossible and insisted on cultivating it.”
“That predecessor spent a full one hundred and fifty thousand years!”
“Sitting in meditation inside the treasury.”
“In the end, he suffered cultivation deviation and still failed to understand even the first sentence of the first section!”
Lu Xinghe patted Su Yu on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.
“Su Yu, you meet its purity requirement.”
“But I still don’t recommend choosing it.”
“Because it’s simply too difficult!”
“You’d only be wasting your time and squandering your peerless talent.”
“Take my advice and choose the Stellar Annihilation Spear Manual. That’s the best fit for you, and the choice that can be converted into combat power the fastest.”
Lu Xinghe talked until his mouth went dry.
He believed he had thoroughly explained all the pros and cons of this cultivation art.
Any genius with a normal mind would know what choice to make.
However…
Su Yu listened in silence.
His gaze remained fixed on the black stone tablet.
He showed no intention of looking away.
A vicious cycle?
A conflict between resources and purity?
Profound and difficult to understand?
These were insurmountable obstacles for others.
But to the system, they were hardly serious problems at all.
Su Yu raised his head and met Lu Xinghe’s eyes directly.
His tone was calm, yet filled with unshakable resolve.
“I want to give it a try.”
The moment he said this, the expression on Lu Xinghe’s face froze.
He knit his brows tightly as he looked at the thin young man before him.
“You kid…”
Lu Xinghe felt a strong urge to shake some sense into him.
Geniuses…
They really were a bunch of stubborn fools who refused to turn back until they had smashed into the wall!
Still, Lu Xinghe did not argue with him, nor did he forcibly take the stone tablet away.
He knew that with a proud genius like this, directly refusing him would only backfire.
He had to let Su Yu realize for himself just how difficult this thing was.
“All right.”
Lu Xinghe drew a deep breath and compromised.
“Your talent is undeniable, after all. You do have the qualifications to give it a try.”
Lu Xinghe pointed at the white jade display stand.
“I’ll set a rule for you now.”
“You will comprehend this stone tablet right here in the treasury.”
“I’ll give you two hours.”
“If you gain any understanding of this cultivation art within those two hours—even if all you manage to do is understand the first sentence—then you may take it back and study it at your leisure!”
Lu Xinghe’s expression was stern.
“But if you fail to comprehend anything at all and are left completely baffled…”
“Then you will obediently give up on this unrealistic fantasy!”
“And choose another cultivation art like a sensible person!”
“Understood?”
Lu Xinghe stared intently at Su Yu.
He was doing this purely out of concern for a promising talent.
With an exceptionally gifted genius this proud, words alone would never be enough to make him turn back. He had to run into the wall himself and experience the bottomless despair brought about by this cultivation art.
Only after giving up completely would the boy obediently return his attention to the right path and avoid wasting that heaven-defying talent for nothing.
Su Yu nodded.
“All right.”
Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and lifted the broken black stone tablet from the display stand.
The instant it touched his hand, the stone tablet felt extraordinarily cold.
Su Yu closed his eyes, and his mental power surged into the tablet without reservation.
Boom—!!!
In an instant, an immense stream of information—enough to burst an ordinary person’s mind—crashed into the depths of Su Yu’s consciousness like a galaxy breaking through a dam.
The cultivation art contained only the first three sections.
Yet even the contents of those three sections alone transformed into billions upon billions of ancient characters shimmering with chaotic light.
The characters frantically appeared and vanished, rearranged themselves, and recombined within Su Yu’s mind.
Obscure!
Profound!
Impossibly difficult to understand!
Every single character seemed like an independent miniature universe in operation.
Each one contained the primordial laws that had existed when Heaven and Earth were first formed.
Su Yu merely attempted to read the first line,
and immediately felt his vision swim.
A needle-like pain spread through the depths of his mind.
The complexity of this cultivation technique far surpassed any martial art he had encountered before.
Let alone comprehending it.
Even forcibly memorizing these characters required an utterly terrifying level of mental strength.
Difficult.
Difficult beyond anything he had ever faced.
Lu Xinghe stood off to the side with his arms folded across his chest.
Watching Su Yu frown deeply, a fine layer of cold sweat even beading across his forehead, Lu Xinghe’s lips unconsciously curled into the sly smile of an old fox.
“Kid, you still refuse to give up?”
Lu Xinghe mocked him inwardly.
He knew all too well how torturous this stone tablet was.
Back then, when he himself had broken through to the Black Hole level, he had also been young and arrogant enough to attempt comprehending this cultivation technique.
Although the technique had strict, non-negotiable requirements regarding the purity of one’s source blood, making it impossible for him to cultivate it himself, he had believed that all cultivation techniques ultimately shared the same underlying principles. Even comprehending the slightest bit of its mysteries and using them to improve his existing technique—perhaps increasing its amplification multiplier—would have been excellent.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
