When Luo Feng went searching for the ancient cultivation dwelling of ‘Lian Luo’, deep in the virtual cosmos, within the training estate of the Taichu District of Yuxiang Mountain, where the wild youth Ronjun resided for cultivation.
“Greetings, Master,” saluted Ronjun respectfully, his Earth-Sundering Blade strapped to his back. Before him stood a tall, majestic man dressed in simple training attire. Looking at this man felt like gazing into a black hole in the starry cosmos, naturally evoking an overwhelming sense of reverence. Even a single glance from him seemed capable of piercing through space itself.
He was the Sovereign Yuanchen, the ruler of an entire cosmic nation—an ancient, eternal existence whose life span exceeded that of many planets and stars by countless millennia.
“Hmm,” Sovereign Yuanchen nodded. “I am now going to demonstrate the first axe strike of the ‘Axe of Chaos Stele’!”
Ronjun’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
With a wave of his hand, Sovereign Yuanchen summoned a colossal axe into his grasp. Simultaneously, the training hall transformed into a cosmic starry expanse.
“Watch closely.”
Sovereign Yuanchen’s eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if containing entire universes within them. He raised the axe, and in an instant, his entire form seemed to transform into a sky-piercing axe. The sheer might of his will, condensed into the axe, caused the entire space to tremble as if it were about to tear apart.
Whoosh!
He swung the axe.
In an instant, the starry sky froze like paper, then split directly in two. Even the nearby stars were cleaved in half. The entire training space quivered, before the starry scene faded away, returning to normal.
“Huh?” Ronjun’s eyes widened as he replayed the scene over and over in his mind.
Raise the axe, condense the will to its peak!
Swing the axe, freeze space, then tear it like paper!
“The ‘Axe of Chaos Stele’ is the most profound among the fifty-two Chaos Steles,” Sovereign Yuanchen said coldly. “Once you comprehend this first axe strike and pass the fourth tier of the Heavenpass Bridge, I shall demonstrate the second strike for you.”
“Yes, Master,” Ronjun replied respectfully.
“Hmm.”
Sovereign Yuanchen gave a slight nod, his lips curling slightly as if smiling, before vanishing into thin air.
“It’s like this, it’s like this!” After his master’s departure, the wild Ronjun’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “So this first axe strike is executed like this!” In truth, Sovereign Yuanchen had deliberately slowed his movements and guided Ronjun’s perception with his will, allowing Ronjun to grasp the fundamentals of the technique to the greatest extent possible.
“Father!”
“Just watch, I will rise to the peak,” Ronjun murmured to himself, before immersing himself in studying the first axe strike. Indeed, the first axe strike of the ‘Axe of Chaos Stele’ was profound and mysterious. If he could fully grasp it, he would easily defeat the supreme genius ‘Bolan’, who had only passed the second tier of the Heavenpass Bridge.
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Outside the Chaos City.
“So this is the third treasure of Chaos City,” murmured Bolan, a white-robed youth with a blood sword strapped to his back, standing at the city’s entrance, reading the inscriptions on the towering stele that described the so-called third treasure. A sharp gleam flickered in his cold eyes. “Master, you told me to achieve immortality before seeking you out. I will reach immortality as quickly as I can. I will!”
Bolan.
For millions of years, across countless generations of genius contests, he had always stood at the top. Though he had heard that Sovereign Yuanchen had taken Ronjun as a disciple, in his heart, he had never considered anyone else as a true rival.
He had no enemy in his mind, and thus, he was invincible.
His only rival was himself.
“Faster, faster, faster! Reach immortality faster, become a superpower among immortals, attain the rank of Marquis, then King!” Bolan silently vowed. It was precisely this supreme belief that had driven him to make great progress in the Spatial Origin Laws, granting him immense perception of spatial energies.
In truth, he could have studied any of the five elements—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, or Earth—as they were all highly compatible with space.
Yet he chose Wind!
Because Wind, Lightning, and Light were closely aligned with the Time Origin Laws. His ambition was far greater than even that of the Time Sovereign. And in terms of talent, he far surpassed the Time Sovereign Luo by an immeasurable margin. He had the right to be confident.
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Ronjun, with Sovereign Yuanchen as his master, already possessed immense combat talent.
Bolan, on the other hand, had never considered anyone else his equal. His only rival was himself.
Other prodigies, such as Monka the Illusion Demon, Wuka, Aichen, Jiangmo, Lonyu, and others, each had their own unique paths. They had all reached this point through their own trials and none would easily admit defeat. They still dreamed of challenging the Taichu District, even the Primordial District! For example, Lonyu, a genius of the Primordial District, had been overshadowed by Ronjun. How could he possibly accept that?
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Chaos currents drifted in the air.
Luo Feng walked down the street, gazing at a cultivation dwelling ahead. On its walls was an inscription—’Nine Heavens School’. Any dwelling bearing such inscriptions indicated that it was a public cultivation site belonging to a particular school, not to be privately occupied.
Indeed, aside from the fifty-two Chaos Steles, there were many other excellent steles in Chaos City, so these dwellings had become public training grounds open to all.
Out of the 112 dwellings Luo Feng had previously selected, 103 were public cultivation sites.
“It turns out the founder of ‘Drifting Blood’, Lian Luo, once lived here. This place wasn’t among the 112 I chose before,” Luo Feng sighed inwardly. It was unavoidable—Chaos City was simply too vast, with countless cultivation dwellings. In just eight days of exhaustive searching, he could only make quick judgments without deeply immersing himself in each stele.
He entered the dwelling.
Quickly climbing the stairs to the rooftop, he found a chaotic array of random carvings scattered across the 100-meter-by-100-meter platform, along with several lines of peculiar inscriptions.
“Is this the cultivation dwelling of the genius ‘Lian Luo’?” Luo Feng frowned in confusion. “This is what Venerable Zhenyan recommended?”
Swish!
Luo Feng leapt down from the rooftop to the entrance, checking the number on the doorframe. It indeed read 0290028981.
“The number is correct. This is the place,” Luo Feng said, leaping back up to the rooftop.
“These stele carvings…” Luo Feng examined them carefully. Nearly all the buildings in Chaos City were made from the same kind of ore found in the primordial universe—an amazing material that never decayed even after billions of years. The carvings here, despite the passage of eons, remained vivid and clear.
“Sword intent?”
Luo Feng crouched down, observing the chaotic carvings. They did indeed share similarities with the ‘Nine Heavens Chaos Stele’. “It feels like the ‘Nine Heavens Chaos Stele’, but only fragments, not a complete system. What use is that?”
“But Venerable Zhenyan sent me here,” Luo Feng muttered, scanning the rooftop. Suddenly, he noticed several lines of strange text near the edge.
“Barbata, translate this for me. Let me know what it means,” Luo Feng thought.
“Got it!” Barbata quickly translated.
A passage appeared on Luo Feng’s armguard screen:
“I, Lian Luo, have studied the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele for three thousand years. Finally, I have created the ‘Drifting Blood Secret’. Haha! Once I mastered the first stage, the first three diagrams held no more secrets for me. Everything became crystal clear. These three diagrams form the foundation of the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele. How many others can claim such a solid foundation as mine? Even those who study the fourth, fifth, and sixth diagrams may not surpass my spatial perception. I already have full confidence in how to cultivate them. In the future, I will surely attain immortality and become a King!”
Ten lines, one hundred and eight characters.
Of course, the number of words varied slightly after translation.
“So confident?” Luo Feng was taken aback. The intense excitement and self-belief in those words, even across billions of years, made Luo Feng feel as if he were witnessing a distant ancient genius, filled with boundless confidence after creating ‘Drifting Blood’, leaving these words behind for eternity.
“Indeed, his confidence is justified. He progressed at an astonishing rate. After breaking through to immortality, he was directly granted the rank of Marquis. By the time of his demise—his lifespan was less than a hundred thousand years. If he had lived longer, attaining the rank of King would have been no problem at all,” Luo Feng mused, nodding in agreement. With such a rapid rate of progress, he was certainly no less impressive than Bolan.
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Standing on the rooftop, Luo Feng remained silent for a long time.
“Luo Feng,” called Barbata. “Lian Luo was right. The first three diagrams are indeed the foundation of the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele. ‘Drifting Blood’ is highly praised by Venerable Zhenyan as one of the best foundational techniques. That he could create such a technique means his understanding of the first three diagrams must have reached the absolute pinnacle.”
“The stronger the foundation, the greater the potential. Just like when you crossed the first tier of the Heavenpass Bridge, your opponent used only three golden swords but could match the power of your nine-sword ‘Heavenly Sword Formation’.”
Luo Feng was well aware of the importance of a strong foundation. Just as a skyscraper must be built upon a solid base, the stronger the foundation, the greater the achievements. Lian Luo’s foundation had clearly reached the highest level.
Luo Feng gazed silently at those lines.
Staring intently…
“Are you even listening to me?” Barbata complained.
“Be quiet.”
Luo Feng’s expression grew serious, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the 108 incomprehensible characters. “Venerable Zhenyan sent me here specifically to see these 108 characters.”
“Eh?” Barbata was surprised.
“I didn’t realize it at first, but the longer I look, the more I feel it,” Luo Feng’s eyes locked onto the characters. “Each of these 108 characters carries a slightly different essence, yet together they form a perfect unity. One would hardly notice their individual differences unless one truly delves into them.”
In Luo Feng’s mind flashed the third diagram of the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele—the ‘Rainstorm Diagram’, composed of 108 raindrops.
“Terrifying.”
“Absolutely terrifying.”
Luo Feng’s eyes brimmed with astonishment. “He actually expressed the entire essence of the Rainstorm Diagram through these 108 characters!” Though he couldn’t fully grasp it yet, upon deeper contemplation and comparison, he realized that these characters, though complex in strokes, were far more vivid and expressive than the abstract raindrops.
“Earlier information I read mentioned that ‘Drifting Blood’ was a sword-based technique. Yes, each of these characters represents a sword form. One hundred and eight sword forms, fully encapsulating the foundation of the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele.” Luo Feng finally understood the terrifying genius of Lian Luo.
Without hesitation, Luo Feng threw himself completely into studying those 108 characters, cross-referencing them with his previous insights from the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele, desperately seeking the traces of the 108 sword forms hidden within.
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