Su Yu did not rush to cultivate.
First, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing to the steadiest rhythm, allowing his mind to enter a state of calm.
Then, with a slight movement of his will, three fragments of cultivation techniques radiating various colors of light quietly floated before him.
A transparent crystal: the Void Soul Condensation Art.
A withered yellow leaf: the Creation Marrow-Washing Record.
A dark-golden fragment: the Starfall Spear Art.
Along with the first three levels of the Chaos Primal Origin Blood Art that he had already comprehended, as well as the innate minor divine ability he had nurtured—the Chaos Dharma Form.
These were all the trump cards he currently possessed to establish himself in the starry sky.
“First, let’s take stock of what I can enhance.”
Su Yu’s deep eyes slowly swept across the three fragments.
“I still have more than three hundred meteors left. That’s more than enough.”
“The bulk of them will definitely have to be spent enhancing my Origin Blood and increasing my basic strength.”
“But these incomplete techniques can’t be wasted either. I have to make good use of them.”
“I’ll spend a little and see what happens.”
Su Yu’s gaze first settled on the transparent crystal.
Spiritual power was the core of controlling high-level divine abilities and sensing danger.
Although his current raw soul strength had reached fifty points—far beyond that of ordinary people—it was ultimately too crude without the amplification of a cultivation technique.
“System.”
“Deduce the Void Soul Condensation Art.”
“Cost: one meteor.”
[Ding.]
[One meteor deducted.]
[One hundred quadrillion years of deduction time acquired.]
The instant the cold mechanical voice fell, Su Yu’s consciousness plummeted into that absolutely void white space.
Time lost all meaning there.
For one hundred quadrillion years, Su Yu sat motionless in the void, allowing the obscure and profound method of circulating spiritual power to be continuously dismantled and reconstructed in his mind.
This technique, regarded by the outside world as a black-hole-level secret, was slowly unraveled under the relentless passage of an endless span of time.
In the first ten thousand years, he touched the threshold.
By the first hundred million years, his spiritual power had begun to take on a viscous, liquid quality.
By the time one hundred quadrillion years had passed…
In reality, only an instant had gone by.
Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.
Buzz!
Two dazzling silver beams shot from his pupils!
At that moment, the entire underground cultivation chamber warped violently, as though it could not withstand the invisible pressure.
His spiritual power had surged!
His originally fifty-meteor-level raw soul, amplified by the Void Soul Condensation Art, rose at a terrifying geometric rate.
One hundred times!
Five hundred times!
One thousand times!
In the end, it stabilized at two thousand times!
“Only two thousand times?”
Feeling the vast, ocean-like spiritual power in his mind, Su Yu shook his head slightly.
In theory, this technique could provide an amplification of up to five thousand five hundred times.
But it was merely an incomplete fragment. The crucial circulation paths that followed were missing, and two thousand times was already the limit.
Even so…
Fifty points of raw soul strength multiplied by two thousand.
That amounted to a terrifying spiritual power equivalent to one hundred thousand meteors!
It was comparable to the soul strength possessed by a martial artist with one hundred thousand drops of Origin Blood who had cultivated no technique at all!
Not only that.
As he cultivated the technique, Su Yu also mastered an exceptionally powerful spiritual detection method.
Void Gaze.
With a thought from Su Yu, his immense spiritual power transformed into invisible tendrils and instantly pierced through the thick alloy walls.
It pierced through the defensive array around the estate.
It even pierced through the heavy mantle of Tianshu Star.
He could clearly see the fine patterns on the armor of the legion soldiers patrolling outside the estate.
He could sense the energy slowly flowing through the Star Origin Stone vein deep beneath the ground.
Silent and undetectable, like an abyss or an ocean.
If he wished, this spiritual power could even instantly transform into a blade and directly shred the soul of a martial artist of the same rank.
“Not bad.”
Su Yu withdrew his spiritual power and turned his gaze toward the second item.
The withered yellow leaf.
The Creation Marrow-Washing Record.
This was an auxiliary cultivation technique capable of improving one’s aptitude, and he had high hopes for it.
“System, deduce the Creation Marrow-Washing Record.”
“Cost: one meteor.”
[Ding.]
[One meteor deducted.]
[One hundred quadrillion years of deduction time acquired.]
Once again, his consciousness fell into the void space.
At its core, Creation Marrow-Washing used the most fundamental laws of the universe to nourish and reorganize the body at a deep level, thereby increasing the absolute affinity between one’s genes and energy.
For one hundred quadrillion years, every inch of Su Yu’s flesh and blood was enveloped by gentle streams of law energy. His body was silently cleansed and optimized.
An extreme comfort, like rain after a long drought, flowed through all four limbs and every bone.
His entire body, mind, and soul underwent a natural transformation as gentle as a spring breeze throughout those endless years.
In reality…
Su Yu’s entire body suddenly trembled.
Wisps of black impurities exuding a foul stench seeped out through his pores.
But in the next instant, they were instantly evaporated by the streams of primal chaos energy spilling from his body.
Su Yu opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
He could clearly feel that his body seemed to have shed an invisible shackle of immense weight.
His body had become exceptionally light.
His perception of the surrounding cosmic energy had sharpened to an astonishing degree.
Su Yu immediately began testing it.
He closed his eyes, circulated the Chaos Primal Origin Blood Art, and attempted to absorb the astral energy drifting through the cultivation chamber.
After only a few breaths…
He opened his eyes, and unconcealed delight flashed through their depths.
His aptitude had improved!
The conversion rate had undergone a qualitative leap!
Originally, when he spent one meteor’s worth of time cultivating in the deduction space and absorbed energy step by step, he could only condense one hundred drops of Origin Blood.
But now…
With the perfect meridians reshaped by the Creation Marrow-Washing Record, he could condense one hundred and fifty drops in the same amount of time—one meteor.
“Efficiency increased by fifty percent!”
Su Yu quickly calculated the figures in his mind.
This meant that during the long cultivation deductions to come, this technique would save him an astronomical amount of meteors out of thin air!
“Unfortunately, this is also only an incomplete fragment.”
Looking at the withered yellow leaf that had turned to ash in his hand, Su Yu made a silent estimate.
If he could obtain the complete version of the Creation Marrow-Washing Record…
It could probably provide a threefold increase at most!
That meant one meteor could produce three hundred drops of Origin Blood through deduction!
“A threefold increase in conversion efficiency…”
Su Yu’s eyes became more resolute than ever.
He had to find a way to obtain it!
Whether it was the continuation of the Chaos Primal Origin Blood Art or the complete version of this marrow-washing record, he had to get his hands on them.
The Realm Lord Divine Palace.
The Starry Sky Rising Star Tournament.
These were his only paths to obtaining the complete versions.
After gathering his thoughts, Su Yu’s gaze fell upon the final spoils of war.
The dark-golden fragment of a spearhead.
The minor divine ability, the Starfall Spear Art.
Although it was only a minor divine ability, spending meteors on it was merely a convenient task.
“System, deduce the Starfall Spear Art.”
“Cost: one meteor.”
One hundred quadrillion years.
Within the void space…
Su Yu gripped a long spear condensed from spiritual power.
Once.
Ten thousand times.
One hundred million times.
He continuously swung the spear, slowly grinding his own vital energy, spiritual power, and the spear intent that suppressed the ages into one unified whole.
Forcefully merging it into this spear technique.
In the starry skies, divine abilities are all about unleashing the utmost explosive power in an instant.
When trillions upon trillions of years finally came to an end, Su Yu opened his eyes once more.
He did not take out his actual spear.
Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, extended his index and middle fingers together like a sword, and lightly thrust them toward the void ahead.
Buzz—!
The space before his fingertips shattered inch by inch like a fragile mirror!
A terrifying destructive force, seemingly capable of piercing the stars and annihilating all things, had been compressed into an incredibly tiny black dot.
Not the slightest trace of energy leaked out.
Yet the aura of utter annihilation alone was enough to make any Star-level powerhouse tremble with fear.
“Its power has increased thirtyfold!”
Su Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Ordinary minor divine abilities had a theoretical minimum burst of tenfold power.
The Starfall Spear Art could not be considered particularly formidable. Its greatest strength lay in how well it complemented his Domain Spear Intent.
After countless years spent practicing the spear, the Domain Spear Intent he had broken through to had been thoroughly stabilized.
It had stabilized at the peak of the Domain Realm!
His spear intent had become even more condensed and obedient to his will, showing faint signs of transforming into a tangible domain.
“The preparations are complete.”
Su Yu drew a deep breath.
He had comprehended all three incomplete cultivation manuals.
In exchange, his mental strength, aptitude, and explosive killing move had all undergone a complete transformation.
Su Yu’s eyes shone with extraordinary brightness.
He checked the remaining balance on the system panel.
A full three hundred meteors remained.
“My current weakness is that I have too little Origin Blood.”
“Eleven drops really are too few.”
Without the slightest hesitation, he said, “System!”
“Spend three hundred meteors!”
“Use it all to cultivate Origin Blood!”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
