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

The fifth level was a chaotic space, devoid of direction and gravity. It was filled with chaotic primal energy, violent and disorderly. The trial required the fusion of all the powers within the body—the Bone Blade, the Ancestral Core, the Undying Body, and the Origin God Core—none could be missing. Qin Yuan sat cross-legged, guiding the four powers to converge within his body. The powers repelled each other, causing excruciating pain in his meridians, and he coughed up blood. Lin Qing'er protected him, using her own primal energy to help stabilize Qin Yuan's meridians. Her hand rested on Qin Yuan's back, continuously channeling her primal energy. After three days and three nights, the four powers finally fused. Qin Yuan's cultivation broke through to the first level of the Void God Emperor. Ten golden patterns appeared on the Bone Blade, the tenth being purple.

Qin Yuan opened his eyes, which flashed with purple-gold light. A teleportation array appeared, leading to the sixth floor.

The sixth level was a grand hall, in the center of which stood a golden statue, a hundred feet tall, with a majestic face. Suddenly, the statue came to life, its eyes glowing. The statue proclaimed itself the "Origin God-King," the progenitor of the gods, who had long since perished, leaving only a wisp of his soul to guard the temple.

"You carry the aura of my Bone Blade," said the Origin God King. Qin Yuan replied, "I forged the Bone Blade myself." The Origin God King remained silent for a moment. "You are stronger than my descendants. They only know how to take, not how to give." Qin Yuan asked, "Where is the inheritance?" The Origin God King said, "Defeat me, and the inheritance will be yours."

The statue moved, throwing a punch at Qin Yuan. This punch contained the power of a void sovereign. Qin Yuan blocked with his bone blade, but was sent flying by the punch, crashing into the palace wall, causing it to crack. Cracks appeared on the bone blade. The God King continued to throw punches, and Qin Yuan retreated while blocking. His left arm was broken, and his right leg was broken. Lin Qing'er stabbed at the back of the God King's neck from the side, her short sword penetrating half an inch, but the God King retaliated with a palm strike, sending Lin Qing'er flying.

Enraged, Qin Yuan burned away ten thousand years of his lifespan, causing the ten lines on his bone blade to glow brightly. He severed the God King's right arm with a single strike. The God King felt no pain and slammed down with his left fist. Qin Yuan used the stumps of his severed arm to block the fist, and the bone blade pierced the God King's chest. The God King's body split open, radiating golden light. It said, "You have passed." Its body shattered, turning into specks of light.

The remnant soul of the Origin God-King appeared before Qin Yuan. He said, "I can give you my legacy, but you must agree to one condition—annihilate the current divine royal family. They betrayed my original intentions, indiscriminately slaughtering the innocent and enslaving all races." Qin Yuan said, "I have already annihilated the divine royal family." The Origin God-King looked into his eyes and nodded. "Good."

The Origin God King infused Qin Yuan with his life's legacy. Qin Yuan's cultivation surged, rising from the first level of the Void God Emperor to the fifth level. Fifteen golden patterns appeared on the bone blade, the fifteenth being black. The bone blade underwent a transformation, becoming a translucent purplish-gold color with flowing starlight within. Lin Qing'er also received a portion of the legacy, breaking through to the fifth level of the Void God Emperor. Golden runes appeared on her short sword.

The temple began to collapse, and Qin Yuan pulled Lin Qing'er away. The moment they rushed out of the temple, it crumbled behind them, rubble crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust. Divine Fall Mountain was also collapsing, purple lightning scattering in all directions. Qin Yuan, still holding Lin Qing'er, flew away, the mountain behind them reduced to ruins.

Hongyue and her men waited at the foot of the mountain. Seeing Qin Yuan, she asked, "Did you get it?" Qin Yuan nodded. Hongyue smiled. Qin Yuan shared the fragments of the "Origin God Core" he had obtained from the temple with Hongyue. After refining them, Hongyue's cultivation broke through to the first level of the Void God Emperor. Qin Yuan stood on the ruins, gazing into the distance. "The matter of the Origin Ancestral Realm should be settled."

He returned to the ruins of Tianji City and built a stone tablet on the site of the original Divine Palace, inscribed with "The Oath of the Red Moon - Never to be a slave".

Qin Yuan summoned all forces in the Ancestral Realm and announced the end of the God Race's rule. He established three rules: no enslavement of other races, no private battles, and a 10% share of resources to be handed over annually. Anyone who objected was immediately beheaded by Qin Yuan with a swift stroke of his bone blade. No one dared to speak again.

Qin Yuan distributed the resources from the divine treasury to the enslaved races, helping them rebuild their homes. Lin Qing'er found the divine treasury's treasured alchemy manuals in the ruins of the divine realm and decided to bring them back to the City That Never Sleeps.

Qin Yuan moved the headquarters of the Bone Blade Hall to the Origin Ancestral Realm and proclaimed himself the "Bone Blade Emperor." He ceased expansion and instead went into seclusion to cultivate.

Qin Yuan sat cross-legged in the newly built palace, with Lin Qing'er beside him. He said, "I want to see what lies above the Void Sovereign." Lin Qing'er replied, "I'll accompany you."

The Bone Blade Hall was built on the ruins of the Ancestral Realm. Calling it a hall was a stretch of land cleared from the ruins of the Divine Clan's palace, surrounded by a low wall of rubble. Qin Yuan didn't care about such things. He sat on the highest rock in the ruins, a bone blade across his knees, his eyes closed. The wind carried the smells of burning and blood—the Divine Clan's palace had burned for seven days and seven nights, and was still smoldering.

Lin Qing'er walked in from outside the low wall, carrying a bowl of soup. The soup was made from stored grains and wild vegetables; it wasn't thick, and you could see your reflection in it. She squatted down in front of Qin Yuan and held the bowl to his lips. "Drink."

Qin Yuan opened his eyes, took the bowl, and drank it all in a few gulps. There were a few wild vegetable stalks at the bottom of the bowl; he chewed them and swallowed.

"Where's Red Moon?"

"We're taking stock of the spoils. There's quite a lot in the Divine Clan's treasury: pills, source crystals, cultivation techniques. Enough to last us for a while." Lin Qing'er paused. "Enough to sustain us for a while."

Qin Yuan returned the bowl to her. "The Myriad Paths Sect will be here."

"I know."

"You don't know." Qin Yuan stood up, the bone blade sliding off his knees and hovering beside him. "It's the Void Overlord who's coming. I can't defeat him right now."

Lin Qing'er put the bowl on the ground, stood up, and looked at him. "Even if you can't beat them, you have to fight."

Qin Yuan looked at her. She had a scar on her face, left by Han Yuanyu, running from her left cheekbone to her ear; it was faint, but still there. She never covered it. A gust of wind blew, and her hair covered half her face.

"Someone's coming." Qin Yuan looked up at the sky.

A white figure flew in from the horizon, not fast, but with each step, a shockwave erupted beneath his feet. He landed in front of the Bone Blade Hall, causing the ground to tremble. He wore white robes and had a white beard; his white hair was tied back with a jade hairpin. He had a long face and small eyes, but they shone like two lamps. He was alone, without any attendants. Yet, the aura he exuded was heavier than that of ten thousand people.

Crane.

He glanced at the ruins of the divine race piled on the ground, then at the low wall, and then at Qin Yuan. His lips curled down slightly.

"You're Qin Yuan?"

Qin Yuan did not answer. The bone blade floated to his hand, and he grasped it.

Cang He raised his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed down. There was no wind from the palm, no shockwave, but the rubble beneath Qin Yuan's feet exploded. His legs sank half a foot into the ground, his kneecaps making a dull thud. Lin Qing'er was pushed back three steps by the shockwave, crashing into a low wall, where cracks appeared.

"A mere Void Sovereign at the first level," Cang He said, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. "You, a mere Void God Emperor at the fifth level, can't even stand firmly before me. Hand over the inheritance of the Origin God King and submit to the Myriad Dao Sect. This is your only way to survive."