Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

A clear shout echoed across the battlefield!
The core crystal surged with light, transforming into a massive emerald-gold pillar that shot into the sky. It wasn't an attack, but rather a huge, slowly rotating vortex of primordial chaos above the isolated island!

The vortex exuded a powerful attraction, its target not being any particular force, but rather the unclaimed, raging energy.

The aftershocks of Situ Xuan's deflected divine light, the colorful poisonous miasma scattered by the Gu Po, the fragments of the Mother Nest's tentacles severed by the Xuan Tian Venerable's sword formation, and even the corrosive beam of light spewed out by the giant pupil of the Devouring Mother Nest!

These terrifying energies, powerful enough to destroy mountains, were captured, devoured, and drawn into the depths of the enormous vortex of the void! Inside the vortex, it was as if countless invisible "sluice gates" forcibly diverted, transformed, and diluted these destructive "torrents"!
Although they could not be completely annihilated, they greatly weakened their impact on the island's seal and on Chen Xueqing herself!

This exquisite "All Streams Return to Nothingness" technique showcased her leap in power control after merging with her inherited abilities! The chaotic energy surge on the battlefield was temporarily stabilized in one corner!
But this is just a drop in the ocean! The Devouring Nest has gone completely berserk. Fu Yan's main cannon is about to fire, the Gu Po's poisonous claws are already upon them, and Situ Xuan's attacks continue! Elder Qingyi's defenses are on the verge of collapse!

boom--!!!
Just when everyone thought Chen Xueqing and Qingyi were about to be engulfed by the destructive force, the dark green vortex where Yu Changsheng fell into the sea suddenly burst forth with a blazing light that was billions of times brighter than the core of the sun!

An indescribable pressure, mixed with boundless annihilation and the boundless vitality of new life, was like a colossal beast from the void that had slumbered for billions of years awakening, bursting through the sea! A figure, carrying a will that could tear the heavens apart, broke through the waves!

The icy seawater that buries stars is a coffin deeper than the eternal night.

Yu Changsheng's mangled body, wrapped in fragments of shattered Abyss Armor, sank deeper and deeper. The bone-chilling cold contrasted cruelly with the out-of-control "furnace" within his body. His consciousness sank into boundless darkness, with only the nascent chaotic Dao embryo in his dantian remaining. Like the core of a supernova on the verge of explosion, the eerie green corrosion of the Destroyer's Nest, the sinister aura of myriad poisons, the raging ashes of the Abyss Fire, and the guiding force of the Residual Guiding Compass, they were like several mad dragons tearing and fighting each other in a narrow cage.

Each collision struck Yu Changsheng's remaining soul as if struck by lightning. The temporary runes on his body had long since crumbled, and his wounds, washed away by the undercurrents, turned pale and flaked open. What gushed out was no longer blood, but a murky liquid mixed with annihilating black energy and corrosive green fluid. The aura of death was so intense it was almost tangible.

However, at the very center of this absolute silence and destruction, a faint yet exceptionally tenacious emerald-gold light stubbornly shone forth. It was the imprint left by Chen Xueqing in the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness, a fusion of the pure essence of the Pure World Lotus and fragments of the Daoist rhyme of the newly comprehended "Return to the Void: Origin Pivot".

It wasn't as scorching as a raging flame, but as steadfast as a pillar stabilizing the sea; it didn't try to extinguish the raging dragon, but instead transformed into countless fine and mysterious runic threads, weaving through the violent energy currents, like the most skilled weaver, stitching together guiding veins amidst the chaotic storm of destruction. It guided the embers of the Abyss Fire to burn away the impurities of the myriad poisonous energies, guided the heaviness of the Origin of Annihilation to suppress the activity of the Devouring Void Corrosion, and even attempted to envelop and isolate the eerie green fragments of the Devouring Void.

This is not confrontation, but a higher level of "guidance".

Deep within Yu Changsheng's shattered consciousness, the true meaning of "flood discharge channel," derived from the Starry Sky Forger's insights, was reactivated, confirmed, and deepened by the chaotic battlefield within his body and the emerald-gold imprint at this critical moment of death.

He was unable to think, and his body was out of control, but a certain instinct, a certain "Dao" engraved in the deepest part of the embryonic form of Dao, was being forcibly tempered and catalyzed by this desperate situation of being besieged from within and without.

Sinking... as if there were no end in sight.

The seawater of the Burial Star Sea contains the resentment of billions of dead stars; it is icy cold and carries an eerie, heavy pressure.

This pressure, invisibly, became another kind of "forging hammer," pressing down on the nascent Chaos Dao Embryo and forcing the violent energy within it to begin a slow and painful process of fusion under the guidance of the emerald gold runes.

A sliver of unyielding light stubbornly coalesced at the heart of the devastating furnace.

Inside the "Crossing the River of Withering and Flourishing" magic boat in Medicine King Valley, there was not the medicinal fragrance one might imagine, but rather a strange atmosphere filled with a mixture of a peculiar sweet scent and a putrid stench.

Mo Yu was carelessly discarded on a cold metal platform. Around the hole left by the Soul-Devouring Needle in his chest, his skin was a deathly bluish-black, and black energy writhed like a living thing, continuing to devour his already weak life force.

The black sword "Burial Abyss" that accompanied him in battle was now tightly bound to the cabin wall by chains formed from a strange, colorful medicinal mist. The sword hummed, but it could not break free.

The old woman from Medicine King Valley—Poison Heart Granny—brushed Mo Yu's neck with her withered, claw-like fingers, her cloudy old eyes gleaming with a greedy and ruthless light: "Tsk tsk, what a fine sword embryo and Dao bone! What's even more rare is that it has been eroded to this extent by the Myriad Poisons Devouring Soul, its life force almost extinguished, and it is entangled with resentment and evil spirits. It is simply the perfect main ingredient for refining the 'Nine Revolutions Life and Death Profound Pill'! That brat ran away, so using you to fill in is not bad!"

Beside her, Li Wujiu clutched his chest, which had been severely injured by the raging tide of the Void, his face deathly pale, but his eyes were filled with the satisfaction of revenge: "Grandma, and that sword! It contains the sword intent of annihilation. If you refine it into the cauldron, it will surely create an unparalleled poison pill!"

"What's the panic!" Granny Poison Heart sneered. "I'll first extract his original sword soul and refine it into a 'Dan Guide,' then I'll put his body into the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to Origin Cauldron' to refine it together with this vicious sword! After forty-nine days, the Xuan Dan will be formed! At that time, the Valley Master's bottleneck..." A sickly fanaticism appeared on her withered face.

At the core of the Dharma Boat, a huge bronze cauldron floats, its body engraved with twisted patterns of poisonous insects, snakes, and scorpions, and its mouth spews out eerie, multicolored poisonous mist.

Granny Poison Heart manipulated a magic seal, and the colorful medicinal mist chains on the cabin wall suddenly tightened, digging deep into Mo Yu's soul, attempting to strip away the sword spirit on the verge of dissipation. The excruciating pain caused the unconscious Mo Yu to let out an unconscious groan, his body convulsing violently. The Burial Abyss Sword suddenly erupted with its last faint, annihilating sword light in retaliation, only to be swallowed up by the even denser poisonous mist gushing from the cauldron's mouth.

The process of peeling away was slow and painful. Mo Yu's remaining consciousness felt an unprecedented coldness and a sense of being peeled away, as if his soul was being torn apart inch by inch.

However, just as his soul was about to be torn out, the deathly resentment originating from the Burial Star Sea, the Yin Sha Qi deeply tainted by the Ten Thousand Poison Soul-Devouring Needles, and the endless desolate sword intent contained in the "Burial Abyss" sword itself, under the combined stimulation of the excruciating pain and the poisonous fog, actually produced a strange resonance!
A deep, desolate will, containing the struggle for survival amidst destruction, resonated like an echo from the abyss, stubbornly coalescing deep within his shattered soul.

This will, though weak, carried a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy, silently resisting Granny Poison Heart's extraction. Granny Poison Heart frowned slightly: "Hmm? A death throes? You're quite the tough nut to crack! Unfortunately, under my 'Soul Refining Guide,' no matter how strong your will is, you will ultimately become a pill-drawing agent!" She increased her spiritual power output, and the poisonous fog inside the cabin thickened.

Mo Yu's struggles only excited the Poisonous Granny, proving that the "materials" had excellent "medicinal properties".

On the isolated island, the atmosphere was as oppressive as congealed blood.

Elder Qingyi of the Pure Lotus Sect stood at the edge of the emerald green leaf boat, her body radiating a gentle yet resilient aura of the Pure Lotus, like a barrier that separated most of the oppressive chaotic aura.

Behind her, Chen Xueqing sat cross-legged, her spiritual body as if cast from glass, with emerald-gold light flowing endlessly, fully communicating with the core inheritance crystal of the star-caster at the center of the island—the Guixu Yin·Yuanliu Shu.

Pure primordial energy surged into her spirit like a waterfall, repairing the primordial energy she had burned to protect Yu Changsheng, while deepening her understanding of the Daoist principle of "guiding all streams." Her aura stabilized and rose at an astonishing speed.

However, the isolated island remains the eye of the storm.

The Heavenly Craftsmanship's "Sky Patrol" was as massive as a mountain, its menacing cannons gleaming with a dangerous, eerie light. Situ Xuan stood on the bridge, his face ashen. The scene of Chen Xueqing severely injuring the mechanical giant with the power of the Source Flow Pivot was still vivid in his mind. The anger in his chest burned with the thought of the Pure Lotus Sect interfering when the core inheritance was within reach. He stared coldly at Qingyi and Chen Xueqing, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey.

The Venerable Xuantian hovered in the air, his sword aura chilling. Behind him, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect formed a fierce sword formation, their blades gleaming coldly. His gaze swept over Qingyi, then over Chen Xueqing, finally settling on the massive sealing monument in the center of the isolated island, riddled with cracks and its runes extinguished by the impact of the divine light that had shattered the boundary, and on the rotting remains of the giant claw that the Venerable Xuantian had severed and was still twitching slightly.

The Medicine King Valley's skeleton flying boat retreated to the outer perimeter. After Li Wujiu was seriously injured and Granny Poison Heart took Mo Yu away, the remaining Medicine King Valley disciples watched the giants confront each other in the arena with lingering fear, not daring to step forward.

The three forces, each with their own agendas and mutual distrust, are unwilling to relinquish their positions, thus maintaining a fragile balance.

“Elder Qingyi,” Situ Xuan spoke first, his voice booming through the amplification array, “The Pure Lotus Sect is a place of secluded cultivation, and has always been detached from worldly affairs. This place is the location of the treasure left behind by the creator of the Starry Sky, and is extremely dangerous, as well as the place where demons are sealed. Your sect should only protect the safety of this woman. As for the core inheritance and the sealing stele, they concern the safety of the universe and should be handed over to those more capable of handling them, such as my Heavenly Crafts Palace.” His words were a mix of soft and hard tactics, highlighting the danger while implying that the Pure Lotus Sect was “incapable.”

Venerable Xuantian snorted coldly, his sword energy soaring into the sky, interrupting Situ Xuan: "Lord Situ, you are mistaken. The anomaly on this island has brought disaster to the Burial Star Sea, and has also implicated traitors and heretical demons of my Xuantian Sword Sect. The right to handle this matter should be taken by my Sword Sect to investigate the truth, eliminate the demons, and cleanse the world!" His words were firm and assertive, claiming the moral high ground.

Elder Qingyi's face was calm, her voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness: "Amitabha. Lord Situ, Venerable Xuantian, the seal on this island is loosening, and the fragments of the Devouring Void Mother Nest's will are stirring. The most urgent task is to strengthen the seal and eliminate the threat, not to fight for the ownership of the treasure."

Benefactor Chen Xueqing, having received the true essence of the Starry Sky Forger's work, "The Return to the Void: The Pivot of Origin," is destined by Heaven and is currently striving to channel the chaotic energy of the isolated island and repair the cracks in the seal. The Pure Lotus Sect, under the decree of the Azure Lotus, protects the karma here and maintains the stability of the seal.

As for the treasure left behind by the creator, it has its own destiny and cannot be taken away by force. She pointed out that the core issue lies in the seal and brought up the "legitimacy of destiny" of the inheritance that Chen Xueqing received.

The three sides clashed verbally, their spiritual energy surging beneath the surface, and even the space itself seemed to distort slightly in this invisible standoff. Situ Xuan and Venerable Xuantian's expressions grew even more grim. Qingyi's stance was extremely firm, and she held the moral high ground of maintaining the seal's stability.

Just then!

"Om-!"

The sealing monument at the core of the isolated island trembled violently! More violently than ever before!
At the opening where the giant claw had been severed by Venerable Xuantian, a viscous, eerie green light flickered violently, and a will far more violent, greedy, and filled with a destructive hunger than before suddenly erupted!
The entire island shook violently, and the sea roared as if boiling! The cracks on the sealing monument visibly widened!
"Not good!" Chen Xueqing suddenly opened her eyes, runes flowing in her emerald-gold pupils. Her hands quickly formed hand seals, drawing upon the power of the Source Flow Hub, which transformed into a huge emerald-gold light shield that enveloped the crack in the seal.

Situ Xuan and Venerable Xuantian's expressions changed. The loosening of the seal again meant greater danger, but it could also be an opportunity to seize the core inheritance! Their spiritual power instantly rose to its peak!
The fragile balance was utterly shattered by the ferocious impact of the Mother Nest's will! The flames of war for the Burial Star Sea have truly been ignited!

The deep sea that buries stars is the graveyard of light and the desert of sound.

Yu Changsheng sank like a discarded boulder. Time lost its meaning here, only the whispers of death echoed eternally. The "furnace" within his body, after a long and brutal self-struggle and the channeling of the emerald gold imprint, reached a delicate and extremely dangerous critical point.

The heaviness of the Origin of Annihilation, the greedy corrosion of the Void Devouring Fragments, the sinister nature of the Myriad Poisonous Qi, the raging embers of the Abyss of Embers... these destructive forces did not disappear. Instead, under the pressure of the endless resentment and deathly energy of the deep sea, and guided by the Emerald Gold Imprint, they were forcibly compressed and blended together! The nascent Dao Embryo was no longer a chaotic vortex, but more like the core of a chaotic furnace that had been forcibly forged, full of cracks, yet radiating an eerie light!
“Dredging…non-confrontation…flood discharge channel…” These fragments of true meaning, originating from the creator of the starry sky, resonated strangely with Yu Changsheng’s obsession with protection during the continuous painful forging process.

Just as his body was about to touch the cold seabed, an invisible undercurrent of resentment and death energy accumulated over billions of years in the Burial Star Sea struck his back like a giant hammer!
"puff--!"

A mouthful of foul blood, a mixture of visceral fragments, black vapor, and green liquid, spurted out, instantly diluted by seawater. This devastating blow was the final straw that broke the camel's back, but it was also the last spark that ignited the furnace!
boom!!!
Within his dantian, the core of the Chaos Furnace, compressed to its limit, suddenly exploded! It wasn't a destructive explosion, but rather a... restrained, boundless, transformative torrent sweeping through his entire body! The light of the emerald-gold imprint instantly surged, transforming into countless mysterious rune chains that tightly bound this explosive torrent of power, forcibly guiding it to his limbs and bones!
His eyes snapped open!

The evil spirits are drawn back to the void! The Dao embryo is initially formed! (End of this chapter)