I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

Upon witnessing their sect leader's death, the three hundred elite disciples' morale collapsed, and they scattered and fled. Qin Yuan gave chase, his bone spikes killing dozens in succession. Those who ran fast escaped, while those who ran slowly perished.

Qin Yuan returned to the battlefield, removed the sect leader's storage ring, and looted the spoils. There were tens of thousands of source crystals, countless pills, and a cultivation technique called "Heavenly Fiend Technique." He flipped through the "Heavenly Fiend Technique," then threw it away. "Trash."

Qin Yuan decided to eliminate the threat completely. He located the Heavenly Fiend Sect's mountain gate from the prisoners' memories. The mountain gate was built on a cliff, with cliffs on three sides and a narrow path on the other, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. There was a protective array at the mountain gate, guarded by thirty disciples.

Qin Yuan didn't take the detour, charging straight in. His bone blade severed the array's core, shattering the protective array's light barrier like glass. Thirty disciples swarmed forward, but Qin Yuan, alone with his bone blade, fought his way from the foot of the mountain to its midsection. His bone blade swept across, heads flying and limbs flying everywhere. Corpses littered the path, and blood stained the stone steps.

Halfway up the mountain, a hundred inner disciples formed a defensive array. Their formation was impeccable, shields in front, spears behind. Qin Yuan charged into the midst of the formation, his bone blade sweeping across, shields shattering, spears breaking, limbs flying everywhere. He didn't look at his opponents, only at their vital points. Wherever his bone blade passed, no one could stand.

At the mountain peak, the elder of the Heavenly Fiend Sect, along with the remaining disciples, knelt and begged for mercy. The elder kowtowed, his forehead striking the stone slab, drawing blood. "Please spare our lives! We are willing to submit!" Qin Yuan did not stop. The bone blade pierced the elder's heart, then the heart of the next disciple, and then the next. One by one, he stabbed. No pleas for mercy could stop him.

Qin Yuan stood on the roof of the Heavenly Fiend Sect's main hall, with over eight hundred corpses at his feet. The wind carried a pungent, nauseating stench of blood. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

News of Qin Yuan's annihilation of the Heavenly Fiend Sect spread throughout the Chaos Origin Realm. The nine major Origin Sects were shaken, with the Myriad Paths Origin Sect being the first to react. They sent an envoy, a young female cultivator at the peak of the ninth level of the Chaos Ruler realm. She wore a white dress, a long sword at her waist, and her attitude was arrogant, her chin held high.

The messenger said, "The Myriad Paths Source Sect wants you to join, or you will die."

Qin Yuan asked, "What will happen if I don't join?"

The messenger sneered. "You won't live more than three days."

Qin Yuan tore the invitation to shreds and threw it at the envoy's face. The scraps landed on the envoy's hair, shoulders, and the ground. The envoy's face turned ashen, and he drew his sword. Qin Yuan swung his bone blade, and the envoy's sword snapped in two. The blade flew out and embedded itself in the ground.

The messenger turned and ran, but Qin Yuan didn't give chase. "Go back and tell your sect leader, if you want to kill me, come and try it yourself."

The messenger ran quite a distance before daring to turn back, only to see Qin Yuan still standing there, his bone blade embedded in the ground, his hands braced against it. He stood like a god of death amidst the pile of corpses.

The Myriad Paths Origin Sect issued a bounty: whoever kills Qin Yuan will be rewarded with one million Origin Crystals and granted the position of Elder of the Myriad Paths Origin Sect. Countless cultivators in the Chaos Origin Realm were drawn by the news. There were independent cultivators, small sects, and lone wolves, all wanting a piece of the pie.

Qin Yuan was being hunted down by thirty-seven groups of cultivators in the wilderness. Within seven days, he fought back and killed them all. He sustained more than a dozen new wounds, but none of them were fatal. He sat on a rock and used a bone blade to whittle a piece of wood. He whittled the wood into thin sticks, which he used to pick his teeth.

On the eighth day, a lone warrior at the peak of the ninth level of the Chaos Sovereign realm challenged Qin Yuan. This man's swordsmanship was fierce, his strikes as swift as lightning. A section of Qin Yuan's bone blade was severed, a foot long. Qin Yuan did not retreat; he used the broken bone blade to pierce his opponent's throat, taking a wound himself, the sword piercing from his left rib to his back. He pulled out the sword, blood gushing from the wound, flowing from his ribs down his leg, and then to the ground. He bandaged the wound with bandages torn from a corpse, stained with someone else's blood. He sat beside the corpse, gnawing on dry rations.

There were people watching from a distance. He pretended not to see them.

Qin Yuan refined the Source Core of the Heavenly Fiend Sect Master. The Source Core was the culmination of the Sect Master's lifelong cultivation; it was the size of a fist, entirely golden, and cracked. He held the Source Core in his hand, enveloping it with his Source Power, and extracted it bit by bit. The power of the Source Core surged into the bone spur in his left arm, causing it to transform. It turned from white to black, from dull to shiny, from rough to smooth. The sharpness of the bone spur greatly increased; a single strike could sever the protective spiritual power of a peak Chaos Ruler.

He tested the power of the bone blade. With one stroke, he severed a large tree; the tree fell silently, the cut as smooth as a mirror. With another stroke, he cleaved a boulder; the rock split silently, the cut surface clean. The bone blade could extend, reaching a length of ten feet; it could also shorten, becoming as short as a dagger. He named it "Bone Blade."

Qin Yuan encountered a peak ninth-tier demonic beast—the Armored Rhinoceros—in the wilderness. The Armored Rhinoceros was five zhang long, its hide as thick as iron, impervious to blades and spears. Qin Yuan thrust his bone blade towards the rhinoceros's eye. The rhinoceros lowered its head and charged, the bone blade piercing its forehead, only half an inch deep. Qin Yuan dodged, circling to its side, and plunged the bone blade into its ear canal. The ear canal was the Armored Rhinoceros's weak point; the bone blade penetrated a foot deep. The Armored Rhinoceros collapsed.

Qin Yuan roasted and ate the monster meat. The meat was very tough and hard to chew, like gnawing on wood. He used a bone blade to cut it into thin slices and ate them one by one.

Ten sects united, dispatching five hundred elite cultivators to besiege Qin Yuan. The allied forces camped in the valley, tents densely packed together, torches blazing. They prepared to attack at dawn. Qin Yuan did not wait for daylight. He stormed into the camp in the dark, his bone blade moving silently in the night. He used neither spiritual power nor cultivation techniques, relying solely on hand-to-hand combat. One bone blade after another, heads rolled off. Blood was invisible in the darkness, but its scent was palpable.

The allied forces awoke with a start, thrown into chaos. Some shouted, "Enemy attack!" Others yelled, "Where are they?" Some cried, others ran. Qin Yuan weaved through the crowd; wherever his bone blade passed, no one could stand. He didn't need to see, he only needed to hear. Footsteps, breathing, heartbeats—all were targets.

The leader of the allied forces summoned eight experts at the peak of the ninth level of the Chaos Sovereign realm to besiege Qin Yuan. The eight surrounded him, unleashing a barrage of swords and blades. Qin Yuan extended his bone blade, sweeping it horizontally, causing four of them to cough up blood simultaneously. The remaining four, terrified, tried to flee. Qin Yuan pursued them, killing each one with a single stroke of his blade.

Qin Yuan stood amidst the pile of corpses, his body covered in blood. In the moonlight, his shadow stretched long. The allied forces had scattered; no one dared to look back. He picked up a knife, severed the head of the allied leader, and hung it on the camp's flagpole. Then he sat beneath the flagpole and continued to eat his dry rations.

The allied forces' leader, Iron Hand, a half-step Chaos Origin Emperor, possessed iron palms capable of shattering metal and stone. He didn't flee; he wanted to fight Qin Yuan one-on-one. The two faced off under the moonlight.

Iron Hand unleashed a double palm strike, the wind from which cracked the ground and sent shards of stone flying. Qin Yuan thrust out his bone blade, only to have it deflected by Iron Hand's palm. Iron Hand continued to strike with eighteen palms, each one potentially fatal. Qin Yuan was forced to retreat repeatedly, taking two blows to the body, breaking his ribs, and tearing his clothes at the chest with the force of the palm strikes. Iron Hand's palms were black, not skin-colored, but the color of tempered iron.

Qin Yuan suddenly advanced instead of retreating. The bone blade suddenly lengthened, from one foot to ten feet, piercing through Tie Shou's right palm. Tie Shou screamed in agony, the sound of bones shattering crisply. His left hand slammed towards Qin Yuan's skull. Qin Yuan tilted his head, his left shoulder shattered, the bones breaking, his left arm hanging limply, but the bone blade was still gripped in his left hand. He used the bone fragments from his severed right shoulder to stab Tie Shou's chest. The bone fragments protruded from the severed arm, piercing the sternum and penetrating the heart. Tie Shou's hand was immobilized, his palm hovering a foot above Qin Yuan's head, unable to fall.