Awakening Daily Intelligence Panel, Grind to Become a True Immortal

Deep within the core of the Yuheng Realm, scorching magma flowed like blood. The fallen seed pierced through layers of rock crust, finally hovering in the hollow of the Earth's core. The outer shell, a woven fabric of black blood and gray gold, peeled away, revealing the crystalline embryo within.

Countless crystalline threads suddenly emerged from the magma, like the earth's meridians, gently enveloping the seed. The Yuheng Realm's spiritual veins were spontaneously purifying the contaminated Supreme Seed.

"Well"

A faint groan emanated from the seed. Xu Xian's consciousness drifted in the darkness, fragments of memory flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern—Qin Wang being devoured by the black-eyed youth, the strange changes in the Star Chain formation, the wails of the creatures of the seventeen realms.
"Junior brother."

He struggled to break free from the seed shell, but found that his consciousness was imprisoned by some force. Even more terrifying, he could not sense Qin Wang's presence! The aura of the Supreme Balance had completely disappeared from the Star Chain Formation.

“How could that be?”

Suddenly, a strange spiritual consciousness touched him.

"Xu Xian."

The voice sounded old and weary, yet held an indescribable majesty. Xu Xian saw a blurry figure emerge from the depths of the magma—a white-haired old man with a similar vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows to Qin Wang's, though more ancient.

"The first generation supreme?" Xu Xian was shocked.

The old man's shadow shook his head slightly. "It's just a pity. I've waited at the center of the Yuheng Realm for thirty thousand years." He pointed at the black blood on the seed's shell. "That child is not a product of chaos."

"What?"

"He is... my sin." The old man's voice was filled with pain. "When good and evil were separated, the evil thoughts took away not only chaos, but also my obsession with my eldest son."

Xu Xian was struck by lightning. He finally understood why the black-eyed boy had called Qin Wang "father"—the longing and regret flowing through that child's veins were the First Supreme's for his firstborn child! This twisted family bond, tainted by chaos, had become the most vicious curse.

"Qin Wang is trapped in the core of Starlink," the old man continued, "but he is not being devoured. Instead, he is trying to balance the First Chaos."

"How can I save him?" Xu Xian asked anxiously.

The old man's shadow began to dissipate: "Found. God-killing Blade. Star Crane Valley."

As the last trace of his spiritual consciousness vanished, the magma threads enveloping the seed suddenly boiled. Xu Xian felt a surge of pure spiritual energy, and the black blood on the seed shell was gradually purified.
On the surface of the Yuheng Realm, Zhou Mu and three hundred monks had been searching for seven days. Following the compass, they finally discovered something unusual in a deep valley—a mountain of star fragments, with a pitch-black obelisk standing in the center.

"Elder Zhou, the compass is malfunctioning!" A cultivator was horrified to find that all the detection instruments were spinning wildly.

Zhou Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the strange obelisk. The obelisk was engraved with unknown characters, and a dim star core was embedded at the top.

"This isn't a natural formation," he muttered. "It's a man-made altar."

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. Star fragments slid down, revealing a narrow crack in the monument's base. A cold wind rushed out from the crack, carrying the scent of corroded metal.

"Be alert!" Zhou Mu drew out his sword, and spiritual power surged through his meridians.

A wisp of silver-grey mist slowly drifted out of the gap, condensing into a vague humanoid figure in the air. The figure had no facial features, yet it gave off a chilling feeling of being watched.

"After thirty thousand years, someone has finally arrived." The man in the fog said in a hoarse voice, "The guardian of the God-Slaying Blade sends his greetings to the Star Alliance envoy."

Zhou Mu suppressed his fear and took a step forward: "Who are you?"

"Nameless and faceless, just a remnant of soul." The figure in the mist turned to the obelisk. "You are here for it, right? The only weapon that can suppress the First Chaos."

As he spoke, the words on the obelisk's surface gradually illuminated. The obelisk split in the middle, revealing a narrow space within. A strangely shaped long sword floated within, its blade as bright as a galaxy, its blade as black as ink.

"God-killing Blade," Zhou Mu breathed rapidly, "The legendary forbidden weapon that can cut through the laws."

"It's also the only key that can cut through the Starlink Array without causing a collapse." The Man in the Mist added, "But there's a price to pay to use it."

“What price?”

The man in the fog suddenly reached out and pointed at Zhou Mu's brow: "A soul willing to sacrifice the knife."

Before Zhou Mu could react, he heard a sudden cry of surprise from behind him. He turned around and saw the accompanying monks falling one after another, tiny spots of blood appearing between their brows - their souls had been instantly extracted!
"You!" Zhou Mu's eyes widened with anger, and he pointed his sword at the man in the fog.

"Don't be nervous." The man in the fog chuckled. "These souls are just the appetizers of the sacrifice. The real sacrifice is..." His "gaze" fell on Zhou Mu, "the person who has hope in his heart."

The long sword clanged to the ground. Zhou Mu fell to his knees, feeling some ancient power tearing at his soul. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he saw the God-killing Blade fly out of the monument, with a silver-gray mist wrapped around the hilt.
At the core of the Star Chain Array, there was no concept of time or space; only an endless web of spiritual currents. Qin Wang's consciousness drifted in this chaos, his body already a part of the formation.

Before him, the black-eyed youth—now a young man—was greedily devouring the spiritual energy. With every ounce he absorbed, his body grew more solid, and the vertical line between his eyebrows became more distinct.

"Father, don't you understand yet?" the young man smiled. "The more you resist, the more unstable the formation becomes." He reached out and touched a spiritual vein, and a projection of the Yuheng Realm immediately emerged. "Look, those ants you cherish are seeking their own destruction."

In the projection, the seed of Xu Xian's incarnation had already sprouted, its tender green stems and leaves penetrating the earth's crust, growing into a towering ancient tree on the surface of the Yuheng Realm. Countless beings gathered beneath the tree, their essence being absorbed by the ancient tree.

"Brother, are you saving people?" Qin Wang was puzzled.

"No, he's killing people," the young man sneered. "To deliver this message to you, he had to draw upon the power of life itself to break free from his seed shell." He deliberately magnified a corner of the projection—countless dried corpses piled at the tree roots. "How ironic! The guardian has become the executioner."

Qin Wang's consciousness fluctuated violently. At this moment, he sensed a familiar sharp aura—the aura of the God-Slaying Blade! That legendary forbidden blade was piercing through the barrier of the formation!
"Finally discovered it?" The young man turned around calmly. "Do you think I don't know the tricks of the Soul Guardian?" He suddenly opened his arms. "Come on, let's end this game."

The spiritual veins of the Star Chain Array suddenly shifted, and the energy of the Seventeen Realms madly poured into the young man's body. His body began to swell and deform, and star patterns appeared on the surface of his skin—a sign of his forced ascension to the Supreme Being!
Qin Wang knew that if the other party succeeded, the Seventeen Realms would collapse instantly. He no longer hesitated, mobilizing all his spiritual awareness to rush towards the most vulnerable point of the formation.
At the same moment, the ancient trees of the Yuheng Realm burst into bloom. Xu Xian's consciousness transformed into a stream of light, following the trajectory of the God-Slaying Blade and piercing into the Star Chain Formation!

At the core of the Starlink Array, space resembled a shattered mirror, refracting countless distorted images of light and shadow. Qin Wang's divine sense darted through the torrent of spiritual energy like a fish, relentlessly pursued by the black mist behind him—the youth was devouring every wisp of energy in its path. "Father, you cannot escape," the youth's voice echoed from all directions, "I am Chaos, and Chaos is the array itself!"

Qin Wang suddenly stopped. He turned to face the surging black fog, and the shackles between his eyebrows burst into a dazzling silver light. "Who said we were going to escape?"

Wherever the silver light reached, the spiritual veins suddenly solidified. A young man's stunned face emerged from the black mist: "How can you possibly control the formation?"

"Because I never truly left." Qin Wang's voice suddenly became ethereal, and his consciousness began to materialize—his gray-gold robe fluttered without wind, his left eye like the blazing sun, his right like the abyss. "You thought you were devouring my power? No, that was just bait."

The young man finally realized that something was wrong and wanted to pull back, but found himself entangled by countless silver threads - that was the Heavenly Rule Chain at the bottom of the Star Chain Array!
"Impossible! I've clearly already..."

"Have you polluted the seventeen realms?" Qin Wang sneered, "You have only polluted the surface." He raised his hand and tapped lightly, and the projections of the seventeen realms lit up at the same time. A gray-gold rune appeared at the core of each realm - it was the backup plan that Xu Xian had laid out all those years ago!

The young man roared in despair, his body swelling uncontrollably. Countless tentacles extended from the black mist, lashing wildly at the surrounding space. "Even so, you can't kill me! I am the incarnation of the first generation of evil. Chaos is immortal, and so am I!"

"I can't kill him," Qin Wang admitted calmly, "but there are people who can."

A brilliant flash of sword light suddenly split the barrier of the formation! The God-Slaying Blade fell like a meteor, and wherever the blade pointed, the spiritual veins automatically parted. A silver-gray mist trailed behind the blade, and Zhou Mu's blurred face was faintly visible in the mist.

"Zhou Mu?!" Qin Wang was shocked.

"Supreme, hurry up." A faint thought came from the fog, "I can't hold on for too long."

Qin Wang understood everything instantly. He grasped the God-Slaying Blade without hesitation, and the blade immediately resonated with him—this was a forbidden blade, wrought with the souls of Star Alliance monks, dedicated to severing the root of cause and effect!

For the first time, the young man showed a look of fear: "No, you can't."

"This sword cuts off the obsession of the First Supreme." Qin Wang's voice resounded throughout the formation, "Cut out the future for the Seventeen Realms!"

The blade flashed like a galaxy. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light and shadow effects, only a simple, unadorned trajectory that slashed across the young man's body. Wherever the blade passed, the black mist evaporated like morning dew, and the young man's figure was frozen in a moment of astonishment.

"Why?" He looked down at the knife scar on his chest, "I'm also..."

"You were never my child," Qin Wang said softly, "just a pathetic illusion."

The young man's body began to disintegrate. Before completely dissipating, his expression suddenly became extremely calm, even with a hint of relief: "Thank you, father."

As the last syllable fell, the Star Chain Array trembled violently. The projections of the seventeen realms simultaneously lit up with dazzling light, and all the polluted spirit veins began to self-purify.
At dawn, the ancient trees of the Yuheng Realm burst into bloom, bursting with thousands of white blossoms. Each petal was etched with fine lines, the purified runes of the Heavenly Laws. The mummified corpses beneath the trees gradually regained their color, and the unconscious creatures gradually awakened.

At the top of the tree, Xu Xian's spirit slowly gathered. He looked up at the gradually calming sky and breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it over?"

“No, it’s just the beginning.”

A familiar voice came from behind him. Xu Xian turned abruptly and saw Qin Wang standing on a tree branch. His gray-gold robe was spotless, but the shackle pattern between his eyebrows had turned dark red.

"Junior brother!" Xu Xian stepped forward happily, but froze when he touched the other party - there was no entity, it was just a projection.

Qin Wang smiled bitterly, "My true form is still at the core of the formation. This battle consumed too much energy, and it will take at least a hundred years to rebuild my body." He pointed at Xu Xian's heart, "But you, Senior Brother, the seed has already taken root and sprouted, why don't you just regenerate?"

Xu Xian looked down at his translucent hands: "Because there is a question I can't figure out - why did the evil thoughts of the First Supreme awaken at this time?"

"It's not awakening, it's being summoned." Qin Wang's projection waved and unfolded the star map, "Look here."

At the edge of the star map, an unfamiliar boundary marker flickered. It wasn't any of the seventeen realms, but a brand new world in the making!

"The eighteenth world was born in the depths of Guixu." Xu Xian gasped, "The Chaos Reserve?"

"To be more precise, it's the grave of the first generation of evil thoughts." Qin Wang's projection began to fade. "I suspect someone is trying to revive the complete evil thoughts of the first generation of supreme beings. This time, the black-eyed young man is just a test subject."

Xu Xian suddenly remembered the "Valley of Star Remains" mentioned by the lingering thought deep in the earth's core. He was about to ask about it when Qin Wang's projection suddenly distorted.

"The time has come." Qin Wang spoke faster, "Brother, you must go to the Star Valley and find the remains left by the First Supreme."

Before he finished speaking, the projection vanished like a bubble. Xu Xian reached out to grab it, but only caught a falling white flower. On the petals, a line of small words was written in black blood:
[Beware of the Guardian of the God-Slaying Blade]

The Star Relic Valley is located in the void area outside the Seventeen Realms. The debris of the shattered primeval world is floating here. It is a dangerous place that even the Supreme Beings are reluctant to set foot in easily.

Xu Xian stood atop a vast expanse of star debris, gazing at the mist-shrouded canyon ahead. His spirit body had solidified considerably, and at his waist hung a wooden sword carved from an ancient tree branch. Though crude, it held the power of the Yuheng Realm's origins.

“This should be it.”

The moment he stepped into the mist, the sounds around him suddenly vanished. Xu Xian felt an ancient gaze upon him, scrutinizing and weighing his thoughts.

"Another one seeking death." A hoarse voice came from the fog. "Last time, that little guy named Zhou Mu didn't even last a stick of incense."

Xu Xian gripped the wooden sword tightly: "Junior Xu Xian, begging to see the master of Xinghai Valley."

"Master?" the voice sneered. "There are only prisoners and jailers here. Which one do you think I am?"

The fog suddenly parted, revealing the scene ahead—countless star fragments suspended in the air, forming a complex three-dimensional maze. In the center, an old man in a stardust robe was pierced by seven chains, the other ends of which disappeared into the depths of the void.

Xu Xian's pupils constricted sharply: "The First Generation... Supreme?" (End of Chapter)