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

The route from Baidi City to the ruins of Tianji City passes through a broken canyon in the southwest of Zhongzhou. The cliffs on both sides of the canyon are sheer and are shrouded in a light gray mist all year round.

This place used to be a common hunting ground for rogue cultivators from Zhongzhou to hunt spirit beasts. After the starships arrived, the spirit beasts in the valley scattered and all were gone, leaving only gray mist and the sound of wind in the empty valley.

When the carriage reached the middle of the canyon, Dongfang Weiwo opened his eyes.

He leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes to rest the whole way, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the hilt of the dark gold short sword on his lap.

The key seal floated quietly in his dantian, rotating extremely slowly, only jumping slightly every few breaths—the interval between jumps perfectly coinciding with the rhythm of an ancient memory deep within his left leg bone.

That memory had seeped into his mind when he fused his left leg bone at Chiyuan Volcano, but it remained vague, like looking at an ancient painting through layers of water curtains.

But the moment the carriage entered the middle of the broken canyon, that blurry memory suddenly became clear for a moment—he saw a scene:

Deep within the rock walls on both sides of the canyon lies a fragment of dark gold patterns. The way it draws spiritual energy from the earth's veins is the same as the operating mode of the key seal within his body, but it is more rugged and primitive.

The sixth piece of remains is located underground in this canyon. And someone has already found the entrance before him.

He lifted the car curtain and said calmly, "Stop the car."

The car came to a stop.

Xiang Yutian's voice came from outside the carriage curtain, tinged with amusement:

"You sensed it too? There's something in the gray fog ahead, more than one, hidden in the cracks of the rock walls and the crevices at the bottom of the valley, about twenty or thirty auras, mostly at the peak of the Celestial Realm, and the leader..." He paused, "...at the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, and I recognize the aura—the Great Yin Master of Yin Yang Valley."

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng landed silently on either side of the carriage, their longswords drawn three inches from their sheaths, the chill emanating from their blades causing a thin layer of frost to form on the bluestone ground beside the carriage. The True Martial Sect Leader rode forward from behind the carriage, his ancient sword at his waist poised to strike.

Dongfang Weiwo gestured for them to step back.

He jumped out of the car and walked alone into the depths of the canyon.

His footsteps landed crisply and steadily on the gravel ground, and the gray mist dispersed to both sides ten feet in front of him, like an invisible door opening for him.

Where he walked, the gray fog no longer closed in, leaving a clear path.

On the rock walls on both sides of the valley, dark golden cracks appeared and disappeared. These cracks, which had been obscured by the gray mist and buried by the noise of the earth's veins, now lit up on their own when Dongfang Weiwo approached them—like blood vessels that had been dormant for many years pulsating again. Fine lines of light spread down the rock walls and extended all the way to a crevice in the rock at the bottom of the valley.

"You arrived earlier than I expected."

The Great Yin Master's voice came from the depths of the gray mist, still gentle and refined, with the composed tone characteristic of the Yin-Yang Valley Lord: "I have found the entrance to the sixth bone; the seal is only one layer away from being broken. Your arrival is just in time—unlock the key, and the bone is mine."

I, the only one from the East, stood before a flat rock in the valley.

Thirty feet ahead, the gray mist suddenly exploded in all directions, revealing the figure of the Great Yin Master. He was wearing a brand-new Yin-Yang fish Taoist robe, which was more luxurious and exquisite than the one he wore in Wanjie Valley. A silver-white bandage was still wrapped around his right wrist bone—the old injury caused by Yan Kuangtu's punch was obviously not fully healed.

Behind him stood more than twenty experts from the Nine Nether Ancient Clan, all clad in black and blue abyss armor, with ancient-patterned longswords hanging at their waists. The two leading figures, both at the peak of the Celestial Realm, exuded a sharp and surging aura.

The Grand Yin Master smiled.

"Lord Tianxuan, don't misunderstand. I'm not here to fight you—I'm here to discuss cooperation. Your key seal unlocks things ten times faster than mine. I only need to take one thing and leave; you can take the rest of the bones and the earth veins."

Dongfang Weiwo looked at him without saying a word.

The Grand Yin Master waited two breaths, and seeing that he didn't respond, his smile faded slightly.

"What? Lord Tianxuan has won a great battle, and you're too lazy to even say a kind word? Although my Yin Yang Valley was repelled by you once, the Nine Nether Ancient Clan's Sea Abyss Army is waiting in the East Sea—you've just experienced a major battle, and all the Creators of Tianxuan Palace are injured. If a real fight breaks out, you might not be able to defeat me."

Dongfang Weiwo then spoke, his voice calm and composed: "Do you know what that bone is?"

The Great Yin Master narrowed his eyes: "Remains of gods and demons."

Which area specifically?

"...The exact location of the last piece in the core area of ​​the Central Plains' earth veins has not yet been determined, but its power is enough to allow a cultivator at the Creation Realm to advance to another major realm."

Dongfang Weiwo shook his head slightly, shifting his gaze from him to the dark golden light pattern emanating from the crack in the stone behind him.

Deep within the crevice, the key imprint's sensing was accelerating—the bone fragment had detected his approach and was autonomously releasing resonant waves outwards.

From those fluctuating rhythms, Dongfang Weiwo gleaned the information from this bone fragment:

It is a finger bone. The middle joint of the third finger of the right palm is different from the "right palm finger bone that flew away from the continent on its own" described in the description of the bone fragment of the Primordial Divine Sect. This section was actively buried into the earth veins of the Central Continent, and its function was to strengthen the spiritual energy hub in the center of the continent.

In other words, if this bone is taken away without being integrated with the key imprint, the core of the Central Plains' earth veins will collapse within three days, and the fertile land of the southern part of the Central Plains will turn into a wasteland.

"It supports the core of the entire Central Plains' geological veins."

Dongfang Weiwo walked towards the crevice in the rock. "If you take it, the ley lines of the land 30,000 li south of Zhongzhou will be completely severed. The spiritual energy will be depleted, and all things will wither away, leaving the land cleaner than if a starship had swept through it. You don't know this because it's not written in the Yin-Yang Valley's scriptures."

The Grand Yin Master's expression finally changed. The composed smile vanished from his lips, replaced by a genuine, stern look:

"Do you think I trust you?"

Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant.

Dongfang Weiwo continued walking forward without stopping. "But I'll tell you something—I just glanced at the seal on that crevice behind you, and it's cracked three times. The aura of the bone is leaking out, and within half an hour, its resonance waves will spread throughout the entire Central Continent. Then it won't just be you and me coming. If you want to take it, now is the best time."

The Great Yin Master stared at him for two breaths.

He judged that Dongfang Wei was not lying—the aura emanating from the crack in the stone was indeed growing stronger, and the speed at which the dark golden light was spreading outward from the crack was visible to the naked eye.

"Then let's see if you can stop me."

The Great Yin Master raised his hand, and black and white vortexes surged from his Yin-Yang Fish Daoist robe. He unleashed a full-force attack from the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, blasting towards Dongfang Weiwo without reservation.

This palm strike was even stronger than the one at Wanjie Valley—Yin Yang Valley had clearly made ample preparations for this attack after their defeat there. The vortex of energy in the Great Yin Master's palm was as solid as a substance, and the black and white energies intertwined to form a long blade that tore through the void. Wherever the blade passed, the gray mist shattered.

Dongfang Weiwo didn't even bother to draw his sword. He continued walking forward, maintaining his pace, only raising his right hand and making a gesture of blocking the air with his palm facing outward.

No light emanated from his palm.

The key imprint bounced once in his dantian. When the power of that bounce surged through his meridians to his palm, it no longer manifested as "light"—but rather as an almost transparent, invisible force field that unfolded in front of his palm, like a heat wave distorting the air.

The black and white blades of the Great Yin Master collided with the invisible force field.

Without a loud bang, without an explosion, without a surge of air, the moment that powerful strike, enough to split a mountain, hit the target, it was like a blade of fire slicing into the deep sea—quietly and completely swallowed up, without even a ripple.

The Great Yin Master's expression froze. He watched helplessly as his full-force palm strike, which he had been preparing for half a month, evaporated into thin air just three inches from Dongfang Weiwo's palm, without even causing a ripple in the opponent's aura.

"You..." He took a step back, and the old injury in his right wrist began to ache faintly. It wasn't a relapse of the injury, but rather that his true energy, which was at the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, had been mostly exhausted by this attack, and he instinctively began to tremble.

Dongfang Weiwo withdrew his hand and continued walking forward. His pace remained unchanged from beginning to end because of that palm strike.

As he passed the Great Underworld Chief, he paused. He didn't look down at him, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his voice neither loud nor soft:

"You escaped quickly last time, and my men didn't chase after you. This time you brought people from the Nine Nether Ancient Clan to intercept my path, so I shouldn't let you go."

The Great Yin Master stood frozen in place, while the hands of the more than twenty experts from the Nine Nether Ancient Clan, gripping their swords, were drenched in sweat, yet none of them dared to draw their blades.

After that invisible force field dissipated, each of them felt the extremely faint aura naturally emanating from Dongfang Weiwo—an aura without any realm markings or energy bursts, but when it enveloped each of the Nine Nether Ancient Clan experts, only one thought remained in their minds: they couldn't move.

Dongfang Weiwo paused for a moment, then finished speaking the second half of his sentence:

"But your life is still useful. Go back and tell Youyuan of the Nine Nether Ancient Clan—if he wants to stay peacefully in the East Sea, he shouldn't extend his reach into the Central Plains' ley lines. If I see the Nine Nether Ancient Clan's blade drawn before me again, I'll personally demolish the walls of Haiyuan Ancient City."

After saying this, he walked towards the crevice in the rock.

The twenty-odd people behind him scattered as if granted a pardon. The Great Yin Master, his face ashen, gritted his teeth and turned to disappear into the gray mist, his steps hurried, the hem of his Taoist robe sticking up with pebbles along the way.

Dongfang Weiwo walked to the crevice in the stone and squatted down.

The crevice was about three zhang deep, and at the bottom was a dark purple bone joint embedded in the center of the rock layer. The patterns on the surface of the bone joint had formed a stable resonance ring with the key imprint inside his body.

He reached into the crevice, and the moment his fingertips touched the surface of the bone joints, the gray mist in the entire broken canyon dissipated at the same time—the core of the earth veins was synchronized with him.

The sixth bone fragment slowly detached from the rock strata and floated in his palm.

A complete third finger bone of the right palm, with a soft yet profound dark golden luster flowing between the joints, exuding a calm and steady aura.

The moment it entered my body, the array pattern on Dongfang Weiwo's back extended from the spine to the right shoulder blade—the skeleton of his right arm was gradually being completed.

He stood up and turned to walk towards the carriage.

The dark gold cracks on both sides of the canyon walls were extinguished, the core of the earth veins resumed its stable operation, and the location where the bone joint was removed was naturally filled with a dark gold spirit seal by the power of the key seal, ensuring that the spiritual energy would not leak out.

Xiang Yutian leaned against the carriage shaft, watching Dongfang Weiwo return, and whistled: "Three moves?"

"One move."

Where is the other party?

"They ran away."

Xiang Yutian clicked his tongue:

"This battle was poorly fought. It was over before I even saw you make a move."

"There will be plenty of opportunities for you to see this in the future."

Dongfang Weiwo jumped into the car and settled in. He circulated the energy from the bone fragment into his meridians, confirming that the integration was seamless. Then, he leaned against the car wall, closed his eyes, and rested. "Let's go. Old Man Tianji is still waiting."

The vehicle restarted and drove through the remaining half of the gray fog in the broken canyon.

As sunlight streamed in at the canyon's exit, Xiang Yutian glanced back at the mist gathering again in the valley, then looked at Dongfang Weiwo sitting with his eyes closed behind the carriage curtain.

"Kid," he suddenly said, "with your current skills, if another starship falls from the sky next time, are you still going to go and fight it?"

Dongfang Weiwo opened her eyes and glanced at him, then closed them again.

"Get up there. If the starship doesn't fall, I'll go find them."

Xiang Yutian grinned and said nothing more.

The iron staff tapped lightly on the carriage shaft, urging the horse out of the canyon.