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

A Source Core of a fifth-level Source Emperor emerged from the corpse, the size of a fist, golden with black patterns. Qin Yuan collected the Source Core, stood on the ruins, and surveyed his surroundings. The remaining disciples of the Myriad Paths Source Sect knelt on the ground, none daring to raise their heads. He did not kill any more and turned to leave.

He ransacked the Wan Dao Yuan Sect's treasury. The treasury was located inside the mountain, its stone door three feet thick, which he cleaved open with his bone blade. Inside, source crystals were piled high, tens of thousands of high-grade source crystals and hundreds of top-grade source crystals. Dozens of bottles of pills were also there, ranging from healing to breakthrough elixirs. Cultivation techniques and magical treasures were piled in a corner, covered in a layer of ash. Qin Yuan stored all the resources in his storage ring and then set fire to the Wan Dao Yuan Sect's palaces. The firelight illuminated half the sky, billowing black smoke, and burned for three days and three nights.

Qin Yuan sat on a rock outside the Wan Dao Yuan Sect's mountain gate, munching on dry rations. The rations were hard, and he chewed slowly. In the distance, scouts were watching, hiding behind the rocks with half their heads peeking out. Qin Yuan ignored them.

News of the annihilation of the Myriad Paths Origin Sect spread throughout the Chaotic Origin Realm. The remaining eight Origin Sects were shaken, and their leaders held an emergency meeting overnight, the council hall filled with heated debate. Some advocated surrender, some advocated united resistance, and some advocated escape. Ultimately, they decided to launch a joint attack to surround and kill Qin Yuan before he could defeat them one by one. The allied army consisted of five thousand men, including more than thirty Origin Emperor level experts. The eight Origin Sects each dispatched their elite troops, gathering on the wasteland, banners fluttering, swords and spears like a forest.

Qin Yuan was discovered in the wilderness by scouts of the allied forces. The scouts, riding flying beasts, circled high in the sky, spotted Qin Yuan's location, and fired a signal flare. The allied forces of the eight major Origin Sects surrounded him from eight directions, forming a pincer movement.

Qin Yuan did not flee. He chose a desolate mountain as his battlefield. The mountain was not high, and it was barren, with only broken rocks and withered grass. He sat on the mountaintop, closed his eyes to rest, and the bone blade was stuck beside him. The wind blew by, and his robes fluttered.

The vanguard of the allied forces, numbering three thousand, arrived first and surrounded the desolate mountain. The vanguard general, riding a demonic beast and wielding a long halberd, shouted from below, "Bone Blade Qin Yuan, you have nowhere to escape! Surrender and you will be spared!"

Qin Yuan opened his eyes and drew his bone blade. "Too much nonsense." He leaped down from the mountaintop and charged into the enemy ranks.

Qin Yuan charged into the vanguard, his bone blade sweeping across, heads rolling to the ground. He neither defended nor dodged, only killing. With each swing of the bone blade, several heads flew off. The three thousand vanguard soldiers were thrown into chaos; some charged forward, some ran backward, and some knelt and begged for mercy. Qin Yuan's clothes were soaked in blood, and the corpses piled up at his feet.

The vanguard general, a second-level Origin Emperor, charged forward wielding a halberd. The halberd blade, imbued with Origin Power, pierced towards Qin Yuan's chest. Qin Yuan's bone blade clashed with the halberd, sparks flying. The first strike sent the general staggered three steps back. The second, the general's halberd was knocked away. The third, Qin Yuan's bone blade pierced the general's throat. The general tumbled from the beast's back, and the beast, startled, fled.

The main force of the allied forces arrived. Seeing the vanguard completely annihilated, Qin Yuan covered in blood, and corpses strewn across the ground, the morale of the eight sect leaders and elders plummeted. Some cultivators began to flee, only to be killed by the supervising team. The supervising team beheaded several of the fleeing men and hung their heads on flagpoles; the remaining men dared not run.

The sect leaders and elders of the eight major Origin Sects joined forces to set up the "Eight Desolate Origin Locking Array." Eight powerful Origin Emperors at the third to fourth level each guarded a side, their Origin Power interconnected to form a massive light shield, trapping Qin Yuan within the array. The array suppressed Origin Power, causing the light on Qin Yuan's bone blade to dim and the golden runes to fade.

Qin Yuan sensed the weakness of the formation—the eastern core was guarded by an elder at the third level of the Origin Emperor realm. He charged eastward, his bone blade slashing down those who tried to stop him. Disciples within the formation attempted to block him, but with a single swing of his bone blade, they fell one after another. He reached the front of the formation, his bone blade piercing the elder's skull, and the formation shattered. The protective barrier crumbled, and the eight sect leaders turned deathly pale.

The formation was broken, and the morale of the allied forces collapsed. Qin Yuan pursued relentlessly, his bone blade flashing, unstoppable. A sect leader met him with his sword, his swordsmanship fierce, inflicting several sword wounds on Qin Yuan, but he took the sect leader's head in three moves. The second sect leader turned and fled, but Qin Yuan caught up, piercing his heart with a bone blade, and his body fell to the ground. The third sect leader knelt and begged for mercy, offering his storage ring and source core. Qin Yuan accepted them, then beheaded him with a single stroke. "Begging for mercy is useless."

The remaining five sect leaders scattered and fled. Qin Yuan pursued them for a hundred miles, killing two more. The remaining three escaped back to their sects and remained secluded. Of the five thousand allied troops, more than half were killed or wounded, their corpses littering the desolate mountains. Qin Yuan stood atop the pile of corpses, covered in blood, the bone of his left arm protruding from the flesh again, the white bone stained with blood.

Qin Yuan sat cross-legged and began refining the several source cores he had slain. The source cores melted in his palm, turning into golden liquid that flowed into his dantian along his meridians. His cultivation level broke through from the first to the second level of the Source Emperor realm, his aura surged, and the golden runes on his bone blade shone even brighter.

Qin Yuan didn't rest. He went straight to the nearest Origin Sect—the Heavenly Sword Sect. The Heavenly Sword Sect was famous for its swordsmanship, and its sect leader was a third-level Origin Emperor. The mountain gate was built on a dangerous peak, shrouded in clouds and mist, and there was a protective array at the gate.

Qin Yuan unleashed dozens of strikes with his bone blade, each striking the same point on the great formation. The formation's protective shield trembled violently, cracks appearing. With the eleventh strike, the shield shattered. Qin Yuan broke through the formation, and the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples fought desperately, their swords flashing like rain. Qin Yuan swept his bone blade across, severing swords, killing the men, their bodies tumbling down the steps. He fought his way to the mountaintop, to the front of the main hall, where the Heavenly Sword Sect's sect leader met him with his sword.

The sect leader's swordsmanship was fierce, each strike imbued with source energy. Qin Yuan sustained several sword wounds; his left rib was pierced, and his right arm was slashed open. But he did not retreat. His bone blade severed the sect leader's sword, then decapitated him. The sect leader collapsed before the main hall's entrance, blood flowing down the steps.

Qin Yuan looted the Heavenly Sword Sect's treasury, obtaining countless source crystals and a sword cultivation technique. Without even glancing at it, he tossed it into his storage ring.

The second Origin Sect—the Earthly Fiend Sect—was led by a third-level Origin Emperor who excelled in earth-based techniques. Its mountain gate was underground, with a concealed entrance. Qin Yuan found the entrance, cleaved open the stone gate with his bone blade, and stormed into the underground palace. Earthly Fiend Sect disciples emerged from the tunnels, launching a sneak attack using earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic or technique). Qin Yuan closed his eyes, sensing the ground tremors with his bone blade, and killed them one by one. The Earthly Fiend Sect leader burst from the ground, striking out with both palms, causing the ground to crack. Qin Yuan's bone blade pierced the leader's chest, pinning him to the sect's plaque. The plaque shattered, and the leader struggled a few times in his death throes before becoming still.

Qin Yuan annihilated two sects in succession, and the remaining Origin Sects sent envoys to sue for peace, offering large quantities of Origin Crystals, pills, and magical treasures. Qin Yuan accepted all the resources without hesitation, killing them without mercy. The envoys waited at the door, and Qin Yuan came out and beheaded them with a single stroke.

The third sect—the Flame Sect—was led by a fourth-level Origin Emperor who excelled in fire-based techniques. Their mountain gate was built atop a volcano, with lava flowing beneath their feet. Qin Yuan stormed in, and the Flame Sect disciples attacked with flames. Qin Yuan, however, used the lightning power on his bone blade to counter the flames, cleaving through the wall of fire with a single strike. The sect leader leaped from the lava, engulfed in flames, and slammed his palm at Qin Yuan. Qin Yuan engaged him in a fierce battle of a hundred moves, his bone blade glowing red-hot from the flames, his palm smoking. He did not retreat; his bone blade pierced the sect leader's heart, extinguishing the flames on the sect leader's body.