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

Qin Yuan charged down from the main peak. His bone blades swept across, unstoppable. He accepted no surrender, leaving no survivors. On the first level, three hundred disciples guarding the mountain were slaughtered. Corpses piled up from the mountain gate to the mountainside, blood flowing down the steps, forming streams. On the second level, five hundred inner disciples formed a defensive array. A shield formation, shields stacked upon shields, like a wall. Qin Yuan charged into the array, his bone blade transforming into a long whip, sweeping away dozens with a single strike. Shields shattered, people flying out and crashing into those behind them, collapsing in droves. On the third level, one hundred personal disciples, including several at the first level of the Origin Emperor realm. Qin Yuan killed over ninety of them, his bone blades covered in bits of flesh, his hands slippery. He wiped them with his clothes and continued killing. The remaining few knelt and begged for mercy, their foreheads striking the stone slabs, drawing blood. Qin Yuan killed them without hesitation, his bone blades piercing their hearts, one after another, and yet another. On the fourth level, the Elders' Council. Seven Origin Emperor elders besieged Qin Yuan, who fought them all single-handedly, killing four and severely wounding three. The three wounded men crawled away, but Qin Yuan caught up and pierced their hearts with a bone blade.

Qin Yuan stood amidst the ruins of the Elders' Council, his body covered in blood. Beneath his feet lay a mountain of corpses, the ground soaked and soft underfoot. His left arm, from shoulder to elbow, was completely exposed; the flesh had been sheared away, leaving only bone. The bone was cracked and broken in several places, lying askew, yet he still gripped the bone blade in his hand. He was smiling.

The sect leader wasn't the strongest person in the Myriad Paths Origin Sect, but he was the sect leader. He stood before the main hall, sword in hand, with the ancestral tablets of the Myriad Paths Origin Sect behind him. The ancestral tablets were arranged in layers, from the ground all the way to the top of the hall, numbering in the hundreds.

"You've won," the sect leader said, "but I won't beg for your life."

Qin Yuan remained silent, thrusting out the bone blade. The sect leader parried with his sword, but the sword broke, and the bone blade pierced his chest. The sect leader looked down at the bone blade in his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "The Supreme Elder... will avenge me..." He closed his eyes, his body going limp. Qin Yuan pulled out the bone blade, and the sect leader's corpse fell to the ground.

Qin Yuan entered the main hall and swept all the ancestral tablets to the ground. The tablets shattered on the floor, splintering wood. He sat in the sect leader's chair, made of rosewood with dragon-head carvings on the armrests. He looked at the corpses scattered throughout the hall—elders, direct disciples, inner disciples, and gatekeepers. Blood flowed down the steps, into the hall, and to his feet.

In the distance, a terrifying aura was awakening. In the direction of the Wudao Yuan Emperor's cave, the ground cracked open, and a gigantic hand emerged from the fissure. The hand was withered, with long nails like eagle claws. The hand pressed against the ground, then rose up, followed by an arm, then a shoulder, and finally a head.

The Wudao Origin Emperor forcibly emerged from seclusion. His hair and beard were white, his face withered, and his skin like a cracked riverbed. His eyes were as black as ink, without any whites. The aura of a fifth-level Origin Emperor was as deep and vast as the ocean, causing the entire Wandao Origin Sect to tremble. Rocks tumbled from the mountain peaks, tiles were blown off the palace buildings, and disciples lay prostrate on the ground, afraid to raise their heads.

Qin Yuan walked out of the main hall and stood on the steps. He looked at the figure rising from the crack, the golden runes on the bone blade shining brightly.

"You killed my disciples and descendants, destroyed my sect, you deserve to die!" The Wudao Yuan Emperor slammed down with his palm, his Yuan power transforming into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky. The gigantic hand was five zhang wide, and its palm lines were clearly visible.

Qin Yuan took the blow head-on with the bone blade, which slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater. He was buried under rubble, but he leaped out of the crater, covered in blood. Several bones in his left arm were broken and bent at an angle, but he still held the bone blade in his hand.

The Source Emperor Wudao frowned. "You, a mere Source Emperor at the first level, actually managed to withstand one of my palm strikes and survive?"

Qin Yuan wiped the blood from his face. "You're too old, you're not strong enough anymore."

The Wudao Yuan Emperor was enraged. He unleashed his power with both hands, transforming his Yuan energy into two black dragons. Each dragon was ten zhang long, with fluttering whiskers, sharp claws, and wide-open mouths revealing black teeth. The two dragons roared and pounced on Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan did not retreat. The golden runes on the bone blade shone brightly, their light dazzling. He charged forward.

Two black dragons roared and pounced. Their bodies were ten zhang long, their whiskers like iron whips, their claws like steel hooks, and their mouths gaped open, revealing black teeth. Qin Yuan didn't retreat but advanced, the golden runes on his left arm's bone blade shining brightly, their light blinding. He leaped up, the bone blade slashing towards the head of the first black dragon. The bone blade collided with the dragon's neck, sparks flying, the black dragon's head was severed, and its body dissipated into source energy, the shockwave sending rubble flying from the ground.

The second black dragon struck from the side, its horns hitting Qin Yuan in the waist. Qin Yuan was sent flying, crashing through the wall of the main hall, and crawling up from the ruins, blood trickling from his mouth. The Boundless Origin Emperor stood at the edge of the crack, his white hair and beard fluttering in the wind, his dark eyes fixed on Qin Yuan. "Is that all you've got?"

Qin Yuan did not answer. He leaped from the ruins, his bone blade extending to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), sweeping across the black dragon's waist. The bone blade pierced the dragon's body, cleaving it in two. Source energy erupted, the shockwave completely overturning the main hall, sending tiles, beams, and bricks flying everywhere. Qin Yuan landed, the bone blade embedded in the ground, stabilizing his body.

The Boundless Origin Emperor personally intervened. He raised his right hand, and Origin Power condensed in his palm, transforming into a massive black mountain, ten zhang tall, which pressed down on Qin Yuan. Qin Yuan used his bone blade to support it, and the black mountain pressed down on the bone blade, forcing him into the ground, his legs sinking half a foot into the earth. The stone slabs on the ground shattered, and his knees trembled.

Qin Yuan gritted his teeth, the golden runes on his bone blade gleaming brightly, and he cleaved the black mountain in two. The mountain split open, its source energy scattering, and Qin Yuan coughed up blood, but his eyes grew even fiercer. "Your source energy isn't condensed enough."

The Wudao Yuan Emperor's face was grim. He formed hand seals, and the Yuan energy around him transformed into a thousand black swords, hovering in the sky, densely packed, obscuring the moonlight. The tips of all the swords pointed at Qin Yuan. He pushed with both hands, and the thousand black swords shot towards Qin Yuan simultaneously, a rain of swords covering the sky and blocking all escape routes.

Qin Yuan's bone blade transformed into a long whip, which he wielded as a round shield to deflect the rain of swords. The black swords struck the bone blade, producing a piercing metallic sound and sending sparks flying. But there were too many black swords; more and more pierced through his defenses and plunged into Qin Yuan's body. Blood splattered from his left shoulder, right leg, abdomen, and back; with each strike, his body shuddered.

Qin Yuan did not retreat, charging forward through the rain of swords. With each step forward, more wounds appeared on his body. His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing the muscles beneath, covered in sword marks, some so deep they exposed bone. He reached the Wudao Yuan Emperor, his bone blade aimed at his chest.

Wudao Yuandi deflected the bone blade with one palm, then struck Qin Yuan in the chest with the other. Several of Qin Yuan's ribs broke, the broken bones piercing his lungs, causing him to cough up blood. However, he used a bone fragment from his severed right shoulder to stab Wudao Yuandi's wrist. The fragment pierced the skin and embedded itself in the bone; Wudao Yuandi cried out in pain and withdrew his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment, Qin Yuan swept his bone blade across, severing the left leg of the Wudao Yuan Emperor. The Wudao Yuan Emperor knelt on one knee, blood gushing from the severed leg, staining his white Daoist robe red.

Qin Yuan's bone blade was pressed against the neck of the Wudao Yuan Emperor. The blade grazed the skin, golden runes glowing in the darkness. "You're old, your reactions are too slow." The Wudao Yuan Emperor looked up at him, his eyes filled with resentment. "If you kill me, the Wandao Yuan Sect will be completely finished." Qin Yuan said, "It's already finished." With a flick of the bone blade, his head rolled off. The Wudao Yuan Emperor's corpse fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck.