Ten Thousand Laws

White Night's eyes turned cold, and his iron sword instantly unsheathed. With a flash of sword light, it struck down the opponent's weapon.

"Scram."

The cultivator looked at his weapon fallen on the ground, then at White Night's cold eyes, and was scared out of his wits, turning to flee.

White Night picked up the Law Origin Bead. The bead felt warm and smooth in his hand, containing pure Law power. He could feel that this bead would be greatly beneficial for breaking through to the Late Stage Soul Transformation.

By the time he walked out of the dense forest, an incense stick's time had just ended. A total of forty-nine cultivators had obtained Law Origin Beads, and with White Night, there were exactly fifty people.

The elder looked at them and nodded, "Very good. Three days from now, come to the Myriad Laws Hall for the third trial."

White Night put the Law Origin Bead into his system space, his heart filled with anticipation for the third trial. He had a faint premonition that this trip to the Myriad Laws Sect would bring him unexpected gains.

The situation in the Central Continent had just begun to stir. And White Night, this young cultivator from the Eastern Continent, had already taken his first step on this unfamiliar land... The jade steps of the Myriad Laws Hall stretched for a thousand levels, each carved with different fragments of Law Arts.

As White Night ascended the steps, his fingertips brushed against the 'Gravity Art' runes on the surface, feeling a sudden increase in pressure around him, as if a small mountain was pressing on his shoulders—this was a trial specifically set by the Myriad Laws Sect. The higher one went, the stronger the pressure from the runes, intended to screen out cultivators with both strong character and foundation.

Behind him followed forty-nine qualifiers, mostly disciples from major sects in the Central Continent, among whom the green-robed cultivator from the Heavenly Derivation Pavilion was the most eye-catching.

This person was named Qin Yue, at the peak of Middle Stage Deity Transformation cultivation. He wore a tortoise shell-shaped jade pendant at his waist, which was said to be able to deduce the Laws of Heaven and Earth. Earlier, during the competition for the Law Origin Bead in the dense forest, he had used his deduction technique to avoid seven traps and was the first to obtain the bead.

"Fellow Daoist Bai seems very interested in these basic runes?" Qin Yue's voice carried a hint of inquiry. He quickly caught up to White Night, his gaze falling on the fingertips that brushed the runes. "These are just introductory Law Arts, are they worth such focus?"

White Night didn't turn back. "The Great Dao is simple; the origin of Laws is hidden within basic runes."

He gently tapped the 'Fire Art' rune with his fingertip. The rune suddenly lit up, and a wisp of flame actually danced in his palm, then was scattered by the Wind Law. "See, this is the way of mutual generation and restraint between wind and fire."

Qin Yue's pupils constricted slightly. He had deduced countless combinations of basic runes, but he had never thought of being able to directly activate Laws in such a straightforward manner.

He touched the tortoise shell jade pendant at his waist. The pendant felt slightly warm, clearly sensing the special aura emanating from White Night.

The two ascended the jade steps, one after the other, and the vermilion gates of the Myriad Laws Hall slowly opened before them.

The hall was vast and solemn. Golden Law fireflies intertwined around nine coiling dragon pillars. On the high platform in the center sat seven gray-robed elders. The leader was the Void Refining Realm elder who had led the team earlier, now sitting with his eyes closed in meditation. Before him, on a jade table, lay a yellowed ancient book.

"Sit." The moment the elder opened his eyes, the Law fireflies in the hall suddenly accelerated their rotation, transforming into forty-nine meditation cushions that landed before everyone.

White Night chose the leftmost cushion and sat down, just able to clearly see the cover of the ancient book on the high platform—"Myriad Laws Origin Flow," precisely the sole copy recording the incomplete scrolls of the Myriad Laws Art.

"The third trial is a discussion of the Dao," the leading elder's voice was calm. "I ask, you answer. Those who comprehend it may enter my Myriad Laws Sect; those who fail to comprehend will be given a 'Law Origin Pill' and may leave on their own."

He picked up the ancient book and slowly read, "The Myriad Laws Art states: 'Laws have no constant form; adaptation is paramount.' What do you all believe adaptation to be?"

The hall immediately fell into contemplation. Qin Yue was the first to rise, cupping his hands and saying, "This junior believes that adaptation is to deduce the opportune moment, like making the first move in chess, anticipating the enemy before they act." The tortoise shell jade pendant at his waist emitted a faint light, clearly using his deduction technique to support his viewpoint.

A red-robed cultivator from the Blazing Heaven Valley immediately retorted, "Not so! Adaptation should be like a prairie fire, growing stronger when encountering strength, breaking skill with force!"

Everyone held their own opinions. Some said adaptation was to conform to heaven and earth, others said it was to adhere to one's original heart, arguing endlessly. White Night remained silent, his fingertips lightly tracing something on his meditation cushion, as if calculating something.

"Fellow Daoist White Night, what is your view?" The leading elder suddenly turned his gaze to him.

White Night rose and calmly said, "Adaptation is neither conformity nor reversal, neither deduction nor forceful breaking." He waved his hand, and the Law fireflies in the hall suddenly converged, forming two streams of air.

One rotated clockwise, the other counter-clockwise, yet at the moment of collision, they perfectly merged. "Like these two energies of Yin and Yang, conformity brings life, reversal brings destruction. Only by finding the balance point can one adapt endlessly."

As soon as his voice fell, he flicked a wisp of Chaos Law from his fingertip. The two streams of air suddenly erupted with brilliant golden light, actually evolving into illusory images of alternating sun and moon and the cycle of four seasons.

The seven elders simultaneously opened their eyes. The leader even stood up abruptly, a shock flashing in his eyes, "Chaos... you actually comprehended the Chaos Law?"

Qin Yue's face instantly turned pale. His tortoise shell jade pendant trembled violently, yet he couldn't deduce the trajectory of White Night's Law—this was the first time he had encountered a situation where his deduction failed.

White Night neither denied nor admitted, merely saying, "This junior has only gained a slight understanding."

The leading elder took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. "What a 'neither conformity nor reversal'! You have passed the third trial.

From today onwards, you shall be an honored elder of my Myriad Laws Sect, and may consult the complete scroll of the Myriad Laws Art at any time."

This result stunned everyone. Honored elder? Without even becoming a core disciple, he directly became an elder? This had never happened in the history of the Myriad Laws Sect!

Qin Yue asked unwillingly, "Elder, why can he directly become an elder?"

"Because his comprehension far surpasses yours." The leading elder pointed to the meditation cushion White Night had traced. A chaotic pattern was actually left there. "Even this old man cannot comprehend this pattern. Tell me, should he or should he not be this elder?"

Qin Yue looked at the pattern that seemed to contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, and finally lowered his head, his eyes filled with frustration.

White Night followed the elder to the Myriad Laws Sect's Scripture Depository Pavilion, which was more than ten times larger than the Qinglan Sect's Scripture Depository Pavilion. The bookshelves were filled with various ancient books, many of which contained records about the Nine Heavens Realm.

"The complete scroll of the Myriad Laws Art is on the seventh floor; you may retrieve it yourself." The elder handed White Night a golden token. "Additionally, this is the key to the 'Law Origin Pond,' which might help you break through to the Late Stage Soul Transformation."

The Law Origin Pond was a sacred place of the Myriad Laws Sect. The pond contained pure Law power, capable of cleansing a cultivator's Nascent Soul and enhancing Law purity. White Night accepted the key, cupped his hands, and said, "Many thanks, Elder."

On the seventh floor of the Scripture Depository Pavilion, White Night finally saw the complete scroll of the Myriad Laws Art.

This cultivation technique was indeed as rumored, compatible with all laws, but its core surprisingly had a similar essence to the Chaos Devouring Law—both refined oneself by absorbing external laws.

"So that's how it is." White Night suddenly understood. The highest realm of the Myriad Laws Art, "Myriad Laws Returning to One," was actually the embryonic form of the Chaos Law.

He committed the cultivation technique to memory, cross-referencing it with his own Chaos Devouring Law. The Heavenly Heart Imprint in his sea of consciousness suddenly burst forth with strong light, automatically completing the three missing pages in the Myriad Laws Art!

[Comprehended the true essence of the Myriad Laws Art, Chaos Devouring Law advanced]

[Obtained skill: Myriad Laws Returning to One (Can instantly simulate three different Laws)]

As the system prompt sounded, White Night could clearly feel that his control over Laws had risen to another level.

The bottleneck of Middle Stage Deity Transformation began to loosen, clearly not far from a breakthrough.

Three days later, the Law Origin Pond.

The liquid in the pond was pale gold, emitting terrifying Law fluctuations.

White Night took off his outer robe and stepped into the pond. As the liquid just covered his chest, it transformed into countless golden threads, surging into his body through his pores and drilling towards his Nascent Soul.

"Ugh..." He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. These Law threads were like spiritual drills, continuously grinding the wind patterns on the surface of his Nascent Soul, stripping away impurities little by little.

This process was painful and long, but the Nascent Soul's light grew brighter and brighter, and the nine Law halos became increasingly solid.

Wind Howling Silver Wolf lay by the pond, looking at him worriedly.

White Night waved his hand at it, indicating that he was fine, then closed his eyes, fully guiding the Law threads to temper his Nascent Soul.

Seven days and seven nights later, the golden liquid in the pond had become murky.

White Night suddenly opened his eyes, and a powerful aura erupted from his body. The bottleneck of Middle Stage Deity Transformation shattered—he had finally broken through to Late Stage Soul Transformation!

The wind patterns on his Nascent Soul had turned dark blue, faintly showing signs of merging with Space Law.

More importantly, his Chaos Devouring Law, boosted by Myriad Laws Returning to One, could now simulate Fire, Earth, and Water Laws, increasing his strength severalfold.

"It's time to leave." White Night walked out of the Law Origin Pond and put on his robes.

Although the Myriad Laws Sect was good, it was not a place for him to stay long. On the system panel, one of the light spots on the Nine Heavens Realm map became exceptionally bright. It was the Falling Star Abyss, located at the junction of the Central Continent and the Southern Continent, where battle-ships from the Nine Heavens Realm were rumored to have fallen.

He bid farewell to the Myriad Laws Sect elder. The leading elder did not try to keep him, but simply handed him a black jade slip. "This is a map of the Falling Star Abyss, containing exploration notes left by our sect's predecessors. Perhaps it will be useful to you."

White Night accepted the jade slip, cupped his hands sincerely, and said, "Many thanks, Elder."

On his way out of the Myriad Laws Sect, Qin Yue suddenly blocked his path. The talented cultivator from the Heavenly Derivation Pavilion no longer had his previous arrogance, but rather a hint of respect. "Fellow Daoist Bai, may I ask you a question?"

"Please speak."

"Why is your deduction technique superior to the Heavenly Derivation Pavilion's tortoise shell?"

White Night smiled. "I don't use deduction; I just use my eyes to see." He pointed to his glabella, where the Heavenly Heart Imprint resided. "All things in heaven and earth have trajectories. Once you see the trajectories clearly, there's no need for deduction."

Qin Yue stood stunned, murmuring after a long while, "Seeing the trajectories clearly... So that's how it is..."

White Night said no more, riding the Wind Howling Silver Wolf, and galloped towards the Falling Star Abyss.

The prosperity and strife of the Central Continent gradually faded into the distance. A faint purple color began to appear in the sky ahead—that was the Southern Continent's unique "Miasma Cloud Layer," said to hide countless dangers, yet also to nurture peerless treasures.

The Wind Howling Silver Wolf let out a low growl and accelerated.

White Night stroked its mane, his eyes sparkling with anticipation...