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

The main hall remained silent for a long time.

Dongfang Weiwo stared at the meteorite, something stuck in his throat, he couldn't tell if it was shock or something else.

Xingyan looked at him and said, "That couple were the oldest ancestors of the Eastern Clan."

The key mark on your body is the core that was extracted from the chest cavity of that giant shadow.

"So the Demon-Sealing Bloodline..." Dongfang Weiwo's voice was low and hoarse, "...it tore itself apart."

"right."

Xingyan put away the meteorite, walked to the edge of the hall with his hands behind his back, and looked at the long river of starlight flowing at his feet. "He has pressed the entire continent under his body for countless millennia, making the continent unable to breathe."

Later, the power of chaos eroded the foundation of the continent. If He didn't let go, the Tianxuan Continent would be crushed by His weight. So He dismantled Himself—His core became a key seal to suppress the formation, his limbs became bones scattered throughout the land to strengthen the seal, and his fragments merged into the bloodlines of various human races, giving the seal a foundation for self-healing.

"And the Eastern race."

Dongfang Weiwo continued, "It's the most crucial part."

"Not just the biggest piece."

Xingyan turned to look at him, "The Eastern Clan is the bearer of the key seal and the consciousness center of the entire sealing system."

In other words, all the remains are dormant, and only the bloodline of the Eastern race can awaken them, govern them, and reassemble them.

The hall fell silent for a moment. Dongfang Weiwo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reviewed all the images in his mind before opening his eyes to look at Xingyan:

"The man in gray. He used the lifeblood of my people; could he bypass me and break the seal?"

Xingyan's expression darkened.

He raised his hand and drew a line in the air, and the starlight condensed into a picture—deep in the desert of the Western Continent, an ancient stone palace half-buried in the yellow sand, the palace door tightly closed, and in front of the door a dark mass of soldiers wearing bronze armor, the gaps in the armor revealing a gray-white death aura.

"This is what it looked like three days ago."

Xingyan pointed to the stone hall in the picture, "The secondary hall in the Western Desert contains the fourth piece of the god and demon's remains."

The gray-clad man, carrying three drops of your clan's essence blood, has already broken the palace's protective barrier, and now the fourth bone is rapidly awakening.

The Taiyuan Dynasty's Undying Guards are stationed outside the hall, with the Taiyuan Emperor himself overseeing the operation. If you don't go soon, the remains in the secondary hall will fall into the hands of the gray-robed man and the Taiyuan Emperor.

As Dongfang Weiwo gazed at the stone palace in the image, the key seal within his body jolted—he sensed it. Twenty thousand miles away, the fourth piece of remains was slowly turning deep underground, like an egg about to hatch.

"West Continent Desert."

He withdrew his gaze. "It's twenty thousand miles from here. How do we get there?"

Xingyan stepped aside, and a circular array woven from starlight appeared on the ground in the center of the hall. The array patterns were layered and intertwined like the trajectories of millions of stars, and a person could stand in the empty space in the center.

"Starfall Teleportation Array."

Xingyan said, "I can send you to the Western Desert. But meteor teleportation is extremely dangerous—it uses the residual force of a falling star to tear through space, and those below the peak of the Celestial Realm will have their flesh and bones separated during the teleportation. Do you dare?"

Dongfang Weiwo stared at the star array for three breaths in silence. Then he smiled.

The smile was faint, the curve of his lips almost imperceptible, but something lit up in his eyes—a calm confidence bordering on composure.

"Activate the array patterns," he said.

The moment he stepped onto the teleportation array, the starlight on the array suddenly burst into a bright light—the starlight of the entire floating palace converged on him.

At this moment, the array patterns on his right arm and back fully unfolded, and the dark golden light and starlight intertwined to form flowing bands of light. The key seal spun wildly in his dantian, resonating with the transmission power of the star array with each rotation.

The teleportation power that should have torn flesh apart was forcibly "tamed" by his bloodline.

When the violent starlight surged into his body, it was like a stream flowing into the sea. Instead of tearing him apart, it was fed back into him by the key seal in his dantian, producing even purer power. The light of the teleportation array increased threefold, and the teleportation range expanded from a single target to a pillar of starlight covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius.

Yan Kuangtu, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Zhenwu Sect Leader, and Qin Lin'an were all swept into the pillar of light.

The instant the teleportation tore through the void, the entire city wall of Starry Manor was illuminated as if it were daytime, and dark golden array patterns appeared on every meteorite, covering the entire city with a brand-new layer of defense.

The light vanished abruptly. The floating palace was now empty.

Xingyan stood alone on the empty star array, gazing at the dark golden array pattern that had just been imprinted on the ground in the hall—a mark left by Dongfang Weiwo's bloodline during the teleportation process, which was now continuously supplying the Starry Sky Manor's defensive array with the power of the Demon-Sealing Bloodline.

He looked down at it for a long time.

The starlight from the floating palace reflected on the silver lines deep within his pupils, those two galaxies moving more actively than ever before. He raised his hand and stroked the dark gold mark on the ground; the mark lit up the instant his fingertips touched the patterns, as if in response to him.

Xingyan spoke softly, his voice so low that even those outside the hall couldn't hear him:

"...It's Master who's back."

The maids outside the hall looked at each other, none of them having heard what the master of the manor had said.

But when they saw the manor lord straighten up, the expression on his face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years—indifferent, aloof, and superior—cracked for the first time. The corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly, like the edge of a piece of ice beginning to melt.

On the yellow sand

The feeling after the teleportation ended was like being thrown from a great height into a scorching sea of ​​sand.

Dongfang Weiwo was the first to land, his feet sinking into the soft, scorching yellow sand. A wave of heat hit him, and the spiritual energy was mixed with a strong smell of sulfur and dry dust.

He steadied himself and looked back—Yan Kuangtu, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, and the Zhenwu Sect Leader landed one after another, while only Qin Lin'an staggered and was supported by the Zhenwu Sect Leader.

Everyone was unharmed, not even a single hair was lost.

Yan Kuangtu stomped on the sand beneath his feet and grinned:

"Young master, this teleportation was really powerful. My bones were cracking the whole way."

Dongfang Wei did not respond.

He was looking up ahead—at the end of the yellow sand, a half-hidden stone palace emerged from the sea of ​​sand like the head of a giant beast. The palace gate was over ten feet high, and on each side stood a headless stone statue clad in heavy armor. The seal on the palace gate had been broken more than halfway, and dark golden patterns flowed out from the cracks in the door, like blood flowing from a torn wound.

Outside the palace gate, a dark mass of bronze-armored soldiers formed three lines of defense. Grayish-white death energy seeped from the gaps in the armor of each soldier. Beneath their helmets were empty black eye sockets, without pupils, yet all of them were "staring" at the direction where Dongfang Weiwo had landed.

Two hundred thousand immortal armored guards.

At the very center of the battlefront, beneath a large black and gold banner, a middle-aged man clad in heavy purple and gold armor sat atop the back of a giant skeletal lizard.

His face was mostly covered by armor, revealing only a pair of grayish-white eyes without pupils.

Emperor Taiyuan. Initial stage of creation.

Not far behind Emperor Taiyuan, more than a dozen figures wrapped in gray-black cloaks stood in the shadows on the side of the stone hall.

The leader was slender, with a half-draped cloak and a jade bottle hanging at his waist. The dark golden liquid inside swayed slightly in the moonlight.

A man in gray.

Dongfang Weiwu's gaze passed over the two hundred thousand undead armored guards, over the Taiyuan Emperor sitting high on the bone lizard, and finally landed on the jade bottle at the gray-robed man's waist.

The key mark within his body began to tremble violently, and the array patterns on his right arm were hotter than ever before—not because of anger, but because the jade bottle contained the blood of his closest kin.

"Madman."

Dongfang Weiwo spoke, his voice calm, "Two hundred thousand Undying Guards, how long can you hold them off?"

Yan Kuangtu cracked his knuckles as he stretched his shoulders and neck. He gazed at the dark, imposing army and exhaled a puff of hot, white breath.

"Anyone below the Creation Realm is a pushover. The problem is that guy riding the lizard; he's only at the initial Creation Realm, and those 200,000 armored guards can keep him alive. Give me half an hour, young master, and I'll break through their formation."

"No need to drill through."

Dongfang Weiwo drew his Frostbite Sword, the blade flashing with a blinding light as it left its sheath, leaving a trail of white frost in the scorching desert. The moment it landed, a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the yellow sand.

"You come in with me. Ximen, Ye Gucheng, Zhenwu, and Qin Lin'an, the four of you guard the palace gates. If the Undying Guards rush in, kill them; if they can't get in, keep an eye on the man in gray."

The man in gray moved. He took a few steps forward, revealing half of his face from the shadows—an ordinary face that would go unnoticed in a crowd, but what was in his eyes sent a chill down Dongfang Weiwo's spine.

When those eyes looked at him, it was as if they were looking at a tool or a key, without any extra emotion.

"I am the only one in the East."

The man in gray spoke, his voice as flat as if he were reading an insignificant document, "You arrived faster than I expected. But it doesn't matter, the fourth piece of remains has awakened."

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled rumble came from the depths of the stone hall—the entire desert trembled, sand grains jumped half a foot high, and a vertical crack appeared in the door of the stone hall, through which a dark golden light identical to that on Dongfang Weiwo shone.

The fourth piece of remains was responding to him.

Dongfang Weiwo exerted force with his right foot, his figure transforming into a streak of dark golden light as he rushed straight towards the palace gate.

Emperor Taiyuan stood up from the back of the bone lizard, his gray-white eyes beneath his purple-gold armor locking onto Dongfang Weiwo's figure.

He raised his hand—two hundred thousand undead armored guards simultaneously raised their shields, and a gray-white death aura rose from each shield, forming a death barrier stretching across the desert.

Yan Kuangtu laughed loudly, his fists enveloped in the pure Yang energy of the Creation Realm, and he unleashed a powerful punch. The fist energy ripped through the wind like thunder, shattering into a cloud of grayish-white bone fragments upon impact with the barrier.

Dongfang Wei did not turn back.

His entire attention was focused on the crack in the stone hall's door—the fourth piece of bone was inside, and he could feel its rhythmic pulse, beating in sync with the key imprint in his dantian, like one heart calling out to another.

He rushed to the palace gate and slammed his palm right in the center of the crack.

The dark gold light shone brightly.