Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

He took a step.

The black finger bone on the first stone platform hummed the moment he approached, and the dark gold ring at the end of the finger bone suddenly spun—Dongfang Weiwo's vision went black, and the entire Wanjie Valley disappeared.

He stood amidst a gray and white world.

The sky was gray, the ground was white, and the ground beneath our feet was covered with broken bones, each bone engraved with dark gold patterns.

In the distance, a mountain was collapsing, and purple light shone through the cracks inside the mountain, as if something was struggling to break free from its belly.

Further away, the earth was tearing apart, a crack that stretched across the entire field of vision from one end of the horizon to the other, with chaotic blackish-purple mist surging from its depths.

Dongfang Weiwo stared at the crack, his inner key swirling wildly. He suddenly understood what this was—it was the moment at the end of the God and Demon Era, when that dark golden giant was stitching the continent together.

He looked up.

In the void, a colossal, dark golden figure sat enthroned.

His face was blurry, but his figure was exactly the same as the one I, the Eastern Solomon, had seen in the fragments of memory.

Countless purple chains pierced through His body, each chain burning with dark gold flames, one end connected to His flesh and blood, the other end driven into the edges of the crack in the earth.

He is stitching.

Using his own flesh and blood as thread and his own bones as needles, he tore himself apart inch by inch to mend the wounds of the mainland.

The blood that the purple chains brought out when they passed through His chest, abdomen, and limbs was dark gold. When it fell to the ground, it congealed into new bone fragments, which were then crushed and scattered to the ends of the earth by thousands of years of wind and rain.

Dongfang Weiwo felt a tightness in his throat.

He saw the giant shadow finally turn around—in the blurry outline, a pair of dark golden eyes met his gaze across millions of years of time and space.

There was no pain, no anger in those eyes, only a kind of utterly exhausted... tenderness.

"……chain……"

A grand yet faint sound echoed between heaven and earth, as if coming from the farthest reaches of the earth.

"...I...am...them......"

Dongfang Weiwo suddenly tried to take a step forward, but the broken bones beneath his feet suddenly burst into flames, and dark golden flames rushed towards him from all directions—it was not an attack, but a resonance.

Those bone fragments scattered over millions of years sensed the key mark on his body and were rushing to converge into his body.

In the illusion, the chains on the giant shadow broke one by one.

With each broken branch, His form became a little more blurred, and the cracks in the continent closed by an inch.

When the last chain snapped, the giant shadow had almost completely vanished, leaving only a pair of eyes hanging in the void, gazing at Dongfang Weiwo.

"……choose……"

Those eyes slowly closed.

"...Don't...be afraid..."

The illusion shattered with a deafening roar.

Dongfang Weiwo suddenly took half a step back, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, his back completely soaked.

He braced himself on his knee with his right hand and took a few breaths before realizing that his fingertips were trembling slightly—not from fear, but from something indescribable rising in his chest that choked his throat.

He raised his hand and touched the corner of his eye. It was wet.

He hadn't shed a tear in a long time.

Yan Kuangtu's voice came from behind, tinged with an unusual caution:

"Young Master?"

"……fine."

Dongfang Weiwo straightened up, wiped his face, and his voice returned to normal.

"First hurdle cleared."

On the first stone platform in front of him, the dark gold ring pattern on the surface of the black finger bone had stopped rotating, and the restriction had dissipated like smoke.

The moment Dongfang Weiwo reached out and picked up the finger bone, a cool power flowed into his meridians from his fingertip, intertwining and merging with the array patterns on his right arm, causing the key seal in his dantian to swell.

He felt his power rising.

A crack appeared at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens of Celestial Beings—a sign of progressing towards creation.

"Second stage."

The robber's voice sounded from behind, still calm and indifferent.

"There are two more items. Would you like to take a break before continuing, young master?"

Dongfang Weiwo turned around, his gaze as calm as ever:

"No need. Just come straight here."

He walked toward the second stone platform. The purple cracks on that skull fragment lit up.

The moment Dongfang Weiwo stepped into the area of ​​the second stone platform, the valley floor trembled violently.

A circular crack appeared in the ground in front of the stone platform, from which a ghostly blue light surged forth. A deep roar resounded from the depths of the earth, scattering the spiritual mist throughout the valley for three breaths.

A colossal beast, its body entirely a deep blue, slowly rose from the crevice.

Its body is like a small mountain, and the valley floor trembles slightly when its four feet touch the ground. Its mane is like blue flames, and the breath it exhales carries a unique aura of frost and thunder.

It has a dark gold vertical line between its eyebrows, which is exactly the same as the array pattern on Dongfang Weiwo's arm.

Primordial Guardian Beast. Beginning of Creation.

Yan Kuangtu stepped forward, clenching his fists, the aura of the initial stage of Creation just beginning to erupt—

Dongfang Weiwo raised his hand, his voice low but undeniably authoritative, "Go back."

Yan Kuangtu was taken aback: "Young Master, this beast is at the Creation Realm..."

"I know."

Dongfang Weiwo drew his Frostbite Sword, the tip touching the ground. "That's why you needed me."

He strode forward, alone with his sword, facing a mountain-sized, creation-level guardian beast.

His robes fluttered in the blue breath, but he walked steadily. With each step, the array patterns on his right arm lit up inch by inch—spreading from his shoulder to the back of his hand, and then from the back of his hand to the blade of his sword.

The blade of the Frostbite Sword was glowing.

Dark golden light patterns climbed up the spine of the sword, and the originally snow-white blade was coated with a layer of dark golden luster, and the sword hummed slightly.

That wasn't the power of the sword itself, but rather the resonance between Dongfang Weiwo's bloodline and the dark gold vertical line between the brows of the guardian beast.

The roar of the gatekeeper beast suddenly subsided.

It tilted its enormous head, its deep blue eyes fixed on the light patterns spreading across the sword of Dongfang Weiwo, and a confused gurgling sound came from its throat.

Dongfang Weiwo didn't give it time to react. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his figure transformed into a dark golden stream of light, rushing to the front of the giant beast—the Frost Sword slashed an arc of light from bottom to top, and the sword light left the sword and suddenly expanded in the void.

The sword light revealed the complete phantom image of the ancient formation of Baidi City.

The seven layers of restrictions were interlocked, and thousands of runes swirled and floated in the sword light, as if he had summoned an ancient array that had been shrunk a thousand times over with a single sword strike.

The dark gold vertical line between the guardian beast's eyebrows trembled violently.

It let out a whimper—not a battle roar, but a high-pitched lament as if it had recognized something.

As the ancient formation's phantom pressed down, the mountain-like behemoth's limbs went limp, and it collapsed to its knees, its massive head drooping to the ground, its dark blue mane clinging to the earth, and a low growl of submission emanating from its throat.

Dongfang Weiwo stood with his sword sheathed, slightly out of breath.

That sword strike nearly drained half of his strength, but at this moment, a new force was surging into his body from his right arm—the power of the first relic had accelerated its fusion during the battle, causing another crack to appear in his Celestial Barrier.

"stand up."

He spoke softly to the kneeling guardian beast, but the giant beast understood.

It stood up shakily and retreated back into the crevice, which slowly closed.

On the second stone platform, the purple cracks on the skull fragments were completely extinguished.

The moment Dongfang Weiwo reached out and picked it up, an even more powerful force surged into his meridians, the key seal in his dantian suddenly spun around, and the barrier between heaven and man emitted a crisp cracking sound—

Half-step into the Creation Realm. He officially stepped into the threshold between the peak of the Celestial Realm and the Creation Realm.

The robber looked at him, and his gaze finally changed. For the first time, a ripple similar to "vibration" appeared in those deep, still eyes, though it was fleeting.

"The third level."

The robber's voice deepened slightly.

"I can't help you with this. There's a wisp of spiritual consciousness still lingering in the valley, waiting for you. Go."

Dongfang Weiwo walked towards the third stone platform.

The bone sphere was spinning. The instant Dongfang Weiwo reached out and touched its surface, all the divine and demonic characters carved on the sphere lit up. The characters detached from the sphere and floated in the air, converging into a blurry humanoid outline.

The figure gradually became clearer—an old man in a gray robe, with a withered face and a hunched back, but his eyes were as bright as two lamps hanging in the night sky.

He sat on an invisible chair, with a wooden cane beside him, as if he were resting in his own yard.

Lu the Demon God.

Dongfang Weiwo suddenly took a step forward.

He recognized the face—the old man who had been imprisoned deep within the ancient formation for countless years half a year ago in the underground of Baidi City, the one who glanced back at him as he chased after the arm of the god and demon flying into the void.

The same face, the same gaze.

"...You've come."

The projection of Lu Moshen's consciousness spoke, its voice broken and intermittent, like wind whistling through a dilapidated windowpane.

"...My time to stand guard...has come."

He raised his hand and pointed vaguely at Dongfang Weiwo's chest, where the key mark was located:

"That thing on you...recognizes you...it also recognizes me...I've guarded it...for one hundred and sixty years..."

Yan Kuangtu frowned from a distance:

"One hundred and sixty years? How long has it been since the underground palace of Baidi City was discovered?"

Lu Moshen ignored him. His gaze remained fixed on Dongfang Weiwo, his bright eyes swirling with complex emotions: weariness, anticipation, relief—and a deep worry.

Listen up... kid... I don't have much time...

Lu Moshen's voice suddenly became clear for a moment, as if he had used all his remaining strength to squeeze out this half-sentence.

"Bloodline is both a chain and a key. The chain locks those who shouldn't awaken... the key unlocks... what should emerge... don't get it backwards..."

His figure began to fade. The characters on the surface of the bone sphere went out one by one.

"The third bone...in the desert...don't go alone...take someone you trust...there's something...waiting for you...and something...wanting to eat you..."

The last character went out.

The projection of Lu Moshen's spirit completely dissipated in the air, leaving only a faint sigh echoing in the valley for a few breaths.

The bone sphere on the third stone platform stopped rotating, and the divine and demonic characters on its surface dimmed, the restriction shattered.

Dongfang Weiwo stood silently for a long time before finally reaching out and picking up the bone ball. It was warm to the touch, like a heart that was still beating.

All three relics have been recovered.

He turned around, and Yan Kuangtu strode over, looked him up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was not injured.

"Young master, what was the third trial about? I was standing too far away and didn't hear it clearly."

"...telling me not to die in the desert."

Dongfang Weiwo put away the bone ball, his voice steady.

"Let's go. The people from Yin Yang Valley must be getting impatient."