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

Outside the rift at the southern exit of Wanjie Valley, the Great Yin Master was indeed getting impatient.

The moment Dongfang Weiwo and his group stepped out of the valley, thirty-six sealing restrictions were activated simultaneously—the area within a hundred feet of the valley entrance was locked by a Yin-Yang array. The Great Yin Master stood on the array's core, with four late-stage Celestial Realm elders standing at the four corners behind him, and more than thirty cultivators surrounding the array completely.

"Young Master Dongfang has reaped a considerable harvest."

The Great Yin Master stood with his hands behind his back, his smile gentle. "These three relics have been left in Wanjie Valley for too long. My Yin Yang Valley is willing to safeguard them for you. Hand them over, and I will let you go."

Dongfang Weiwo stood in the center of the formation, his face pale—the consecutive breakthroughs of the three trials and the fusion of the three relics had left his aura erratic, and the key seal in his dantian was still digesting the newly surging power.

He raised his hand to press on the hilt of the Frostbite Sword, about to speak, when a hand reached out from behind him and pressed down on his shoulder.

Yan Kuangtu walked up to him, turned his back, and waved his hand. His voice was lazy:

"Young master, please don't move. We just finished three trials; let us catch our breath."

Dongfang Weiwo watched Yan Kuangtu's retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, then sheathed his sword. His voice was calm as ever: "Don't fight for too long. We still need to travel."

"Alright." Yan Kuangtu grinned, cracking his shoulders as he stretched.

He walked toward the Great Underworld. His steps were slow, even somewhat leisurely, but the ground trembled with each step—not from magical energy, but from the pure, violent power of his physical body causing the earth to resonate.

Four late-stage Celestial Realm cultivators attacked simultaneously. Four beams of light from Creation-level cultivation techniques converged and slammed towards Yan Kuangtu. He didn't even dodge, raising his hand to strike—four muffled thuds erupted almost simultaneously. The four elders fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, each with a clear fist-shaped indentation on their chest, blood gushing from their seven orifices, unable to even crawl.

The Great Yin Master's expression darkened, and he struck out with his right hand in a palm strike. His full-force attack, imbued with Yin and Yang energies, swept in from the mid-stage of the Creation Realm.

Yan Kuangtu neither dodged nor evaded, but met the attack head-on with his left fist—two forces of creation exploded within the formation, the aftershocks sending more than thirty Yin Yang Valley cultivators staggering about. Yan Kuangtu staggered back three steps, his left hand trembling slightly at his side, and a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he laughed. He grinned, his teeth bleeding, a ferocious and gleeful laugh.

A cracking sound came from the Great Yin Master's right wrist bone. He looked down, his face ashen—a crack had appeared in his wrist bone, and blood was dripping from his fingertips.

In a clash of palm strikes between cultivators at the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, he actually suffered a loss in a direct physical confrontation.

"……withdraw."

The Great Yin Master spat out the word through gritted teeth, his figure blurring as he carried away four dying elders. More than thirty cultivators scrambled and stumbled after him, retreating into the shadows. The formation at the valley entrance crumbled on its own, the restrictions shattering into pieces.

Yan Kuangtu stood still, flicked his left hand behind his back, turned around and grinned at Dongfang Weiwo, blood dripping from his chin onto his clothes:

"Young master, this man is quite capable in combat. Let me handle this next time."

Dongfang Weiwo looked at his bleeding lips, took out a healing pill from his sleeve, and tossed it to him:

"Wipe the blood off. Next time, don't try to take a palm strike from a mid-stage Creation Realm cultivator head-on. Your punches are more ferocious than his, but your body isn't protected by his internal energy."

"Hey, it's okay, I'm tough."

Yan Kuangtu popped the pill into his mouth and chewed it, then shouted into the valley, "Lord of Calamity! Do you have any good wine in your valley that can heal injuries?"

The robber's voice echoed from the valley floor: "Third floor of the valley's wine cellar, help yourself. Next time you come and break down the cliff behind my mountain, the price of the wine will double."

Dongfang Weiwo shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to organize the group to leave, a figure emerged from behind the cliff on the side of the valley entrance—a man in a black Taoist robe with a serene face and an ancient pine-patterned sword hanging at his waist.

The True Martial Sect Leader.

He bowed respectfully to Weiwo, facing east, his expression solemn, yet his voice carried a lightness of relief:

"Lord of Tianxuan Palace. The thirty core disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Sect have been waiting in the valley for half a month. I, along with the entire sect, wish to be merged into the Tianxuan Palace system—but on one condition."

Dongfang Weiwo looked at the sect leader, whom Taichu Daoren had described as "a half-step Celestial being with an unyielding spirit": "Please speak."

"This humble Taoist priest wishes to follow you to the desolate northwest desert."

The True Martial Sect Leader's gaze was intense. "Yin Yang Valley will not let this go after suffering a loss today. Behind the Great Yin Division is the Netherworld Ancient Clan's Youyuan. You need more manpower. Although I am only half a step into the Celestial Realm, my True Martial Sword Formation combined attack technique is equivalent to that of a cultivator at the initial stage of the Creation Realm."

Dongfang Weiwo looked at him for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Alright. The True Martial Dao Sect will enter the Heavenly Profound Palace; you will accompany them to the Northwest."

The True Martial Sect Leader let out a long sigh, a faint glint of light flashing in his eyes. It was the relief of finally seeing his fate, which had been sealed after being trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities for half a year, come to an end.

Yan Kuangtu had already slipped into the wine cellar at the bottom of the valley and carried up two jars of wine, handing one to Ximen Chuixue:

"Take this, drink it on the road. This wine brewed by the robber is truly excellent."

Ximen Chuixue accepted the wine jar expressionlessly. Ye Gucheng glanced at the wine jar, then at the way Ximen Chuixue held it, and silently moved his right hand half an inch away from the hilt of his sword.

Dongfang Weiwo walked to the carriage and climbed in. Inside, Qin Lin'an's wounds had been re-bandaged, and he seemed to be in better spirits. He glanced at Dongfang Weiwo, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Ask whatever you want."

"Those three relics..."

Qin Lin'an asked in a low voice, "After you take it, do you have to go to the Northwest?"

Dongfang Weiwo leaned against the carriage wall, the array patterns on his right arm still slightly warm. He could sense a faint resonance coming from the northwest, like a heart that had been dormant for millions of years beginning to beat again.

"Hmm." He closed his eyes.

Within a month. First go to Starry Sky Manor, then northwest.

The carriage started moving, and the rift in Wanjie Valley slowly closed behind them. Yan Kuangtu, sitting on the carriage shaft, broke the mud seal on a wine jar, took a sip, and smacked his lips:

"Old man Zhenwu, if you go to the Northwest with us, what about your thirty disciples?"

The True Martial Sect Leader rode alongside, his expression calm.

"Let them return to Zhenwu Mountain in Dongzhou to prepare."

Once the Lord of the Prefecture has established himself in the Northwest, I will send a message summoning them to the Heavenly Profound Prefecture.

"OK."

Yan Kuangtu took another swig of wine, squinted at the setting sun, and asked, "Young Master, how far is the next stop, Starry Sky Manor?"

Dongfang Weiwo lifted the carriage curtain and looked northeast. In the twilight, a patch of starlight seemed to fall to the earth, standing out starkly against the surrounding sky—that was Starry Territory.

"Soon."

He lowered the carriage curtain. "We should arrive by tomorrow evening."

The carriage arrived at Starry Territory at dusk the following day.

When Dongfang Weiwo lifted the carriage curtain, the first thing he saw was a city "sunken in starlight"—the entire city wall of the mountain villa was built with a kind of stone that shimmered with a silvery-blue light, and in the daytime it was no different from ordinary mountain stones.

But the moment the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon, the entire city suddenly lit up. Countless points of starlight seeped from every crack in the walls, converging into a translucent starlight dome that enveloped the surrounding area for miles under an eternal starry night.

Qin Lin'an looked up at the starlight dome and murmured:

"The founding father's notes say that the walls of Starry Mountain Villa were built with stones that fell from the sky. At the time, I thought it was just bragging..."

"It's a meteorite."

Dongfang Weiwo jumped off the car and stepped onto the star-lit ground. A slight vibration came from under his feet—the array pattern on his right arm lit up on its own the moment it came into contact with the starlight. The resonance that echoed in the city was denser and grander than that in Wanjie Valley, as if the entire city was talking to him.

Yan Kuangtu casually shoved the wine jar into the hands of the True Martial Sect Leader, glanced around, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"This place is magnificent. It's even brighter than Baidi City."

The mountain gate opened, but there was no grand welcoming procession like that of the Primordial Divine Sect. Instead, a white-clad maidservant waited at the entrance, carrying a starlight lantern, and bowed slightly to the east.

"The lord is already waiting in the Floating Palace. Please follow me, young master."

After passing through three star gates and four starlight corridors, Dongfang Weiwo finally arrived at the Floating Palace. He then understood the true meaning of the word "floating"—the entire palace was suspended in mid-air, hundreds of feet above the ground. Its base was an inverted cone-shaped meteorite pedestal, and the entire palace was made of pure starlight. It was semi-transparent, and one could see the flowing river of starlight outside through the palace walls.

Xingyan stood in the center of the main hall.

The rumored Star Lord, who was said to be in the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, was younger than Dongfang Weiwu had imagined. He looked like a man in his thirties, with long hair tied with a silver crown. He wore a light blue robe embroidered with intricate star patterns, and a silver ring slowly rotated on his finger.

His eyes were special—two thin silver lines slowly moved deep within his pupils, like two miniature galaxies.

"I am the only one in the East."

Xingyan spoke, his voice steady and clear, "You arrived later than I expected."

"We were delayed for some time in the valley."

Dongfang Weiwo entered the main hall, followed by Yan Kuangtu and Ximen Chuixue, while Qin Lin'an and the Zhenwu Sect Leader guarded the entrance to the main hall.

Xingyan's gaze fell on the faintly visible dark gold patterns on Dongfang Weiwo's right arm, and the silver lines deep in his pupils suddenly accelerated for a moment.

Without further pleasantries, he raised his hand and summoned a meteorite from the roof of the palace, which fell to the ground and hovered between the two men.

Ripples spread across the stone's surface. Starlight sketched an ancient, pristine scene on it—

The outline of the Tianxuan Continent was still faintly discernible, but it was much smaller than it is now, and the surrounding area was filled with surging chaotic mist.

Seated at the center of the continent was a colossal, dark golden figure, gazing down at the land below. It raised its hands, its ten fingers plunging into its own chest, and then began to tear it apart inch by inch—

A dark golden core separated from His chest cavity and was pressed into the earth veins in the very center of the continent.

It was a lock. Then His limbs began to shatter. His left arm turned into countless dark gold fragments that scattered into the Eastern Continent, his right arm fell into the Central Continent and became mountains, and his legs disintegrated and sank into the Southern Frontier and the Northern Desert. The remaining part of His torso cracked into countless tiny golden specks of light, which drifted with the wind to the four seas and five regions, merging into the bodies of the ancestors of various races who were then only beginning to develop intelligence.

Final scene: Only the head of the giant shadow remains, hovering above the continent.

The head slowly opened its eyes, gazing at the new world formed after its dismemberment, a faint smile appearing on its lips. Then the head vanished, leaving only an almost transparent golden phantom, which fell to the east and merged into the bodies of a young couple walking in the mountains.

The scene freezes abruptly. The starlight on the meteorite slowly fades.