101: Chapter 101 Cangxuan's Gift

"Gather!"

Shen Qingyuan gave a soft shout, formed seals with his hands, and mysterious, intricate golden runes surged from his palms, spreading out in all directions like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden.

Those runes intertwined and fused in the air, transforming into a massive golden net of light that enveloped the entire world.

Wherever the net of light passed, the world's Origin power, which had been frantically dissipating, was grabbed by an invisible hand and forcibly dragged back from the Void Realm.

Grayish light surged from the depths of the earth, from the ends of the sky, and from the bottom of the collapsed ocean, rushing toward Shen Qingyuan like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

"Rumble—"

The entire world trembled violently.

The earth cracked, mountains collapsed, oceans dried up, and the sky shattered.

However, the Origin power of this broken world was forcibly gathered by Shen Qingyuan, condensing into a fist-sized gray crystal in his palm.

The crystal was grayish in its entirety, with faint light flowing on its surface, and countless fine, intricate runes swimming slowly within it, emitting an ancient and vicissitudinous aura.

Shen Qingyuan looked down at the gray crystal in his palm, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Just looking at the world's Origin, this is much stronger than the core of the Xuantian Secret Realm."

He put the crystal into his sleeve and looked up at the collapsing world.

The cracks in the sky were growing larger, the grayish mist had completely dissipated, and it was replaced by a pitch-black Void Space.

The earth had completely shattered, turning into countless huge fragments floating in the void.

There was still a remnant of vitality on those fragments, but they would soon be swallowed by the Void Space and turned into dust.

"Time to go."

Shen Qingyuan took a step, and his figure disappeared from where he stood.

...

Cangxuan Great World, Southern Region, Guangnan City.

In the Wutong Garden, the golden Wutong leaves gleamed with a warm luster under the moonlight, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it was almost tangible, with faint mist lingering in the courtyard.

Luo Qingyue, dressed in white as snow, knelt under the wutong treasure tree, her cold, clear eyes gazing at the night sky, filled with a hint of worry.

The Young Master had been gone for several days.

Although she knew the Young Master's strength was unfathomable, she had felt somewhat uneasy these past few days.

Especially that day, when the blood moon phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky, the omen of a Saint's fall shrouding the entire world; that sorrowful and desolate aura had made even her, a Cultivator at the ninth level of the Primal Chaos Realm, feel palpitations.

Later, she learned that it was the Tianque Holy Land that had been wiped out.

A top Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland, with a Legacy spanning ten thousand years and an Old Ancestor in the Saint King Realm sitting in charge, had turned into ruins overnight, with over a dozen Saint-level powerhouses falling simultaneously.

This matter had spread throughout the entire Cangxuan Great World, shaking all major forces, and countless Cultivators were discussing it.

Some said it was an old monster from a forbidden zone who had struck, some said it was a powerhouse from the Upper Realm who had descended, and others said the Tianque Holy Land had offended some hidden ancient clan, inviting the disaster of extermination.

But whoever it was, a dignified top Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland had been wiped out just like that.

The person who took action must have had terrifying strength.

"Qingyue."

A familiar voice came from outside the courtyard, carrying a hint of laziness.

Luo Qingyue shuddered and suddenly raised her head.

She saw Shen Qingyuan, hands tucked in his sleeves, lazily pushing open the courtyard gate and walking in.

He was in a green robe, his demeanor still lazy.

"Young Master!"

Luo Qingyue stood up, a trace of joy flashing in her cold, clear eyes, and walked quickly to greet him.

Shen Qingyuan glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "What, were you worried about me?"

Luo Qingyue lowered her eyes, a blush appearing on her fair face, and she did not speak.

Shen Qingyuan did not press the matter, walked to the wutong treasure tree, lay lazily on the soft couch, pillowed his head with his hands, looked at the golden Wutong leaves above, and sighed comfortably.

"It's still most comfortable at home."

Luo Qingyue knelt to the side, her white clothes like snow, and began to brew tea.

Her movements were fluid and composed, but her cold, clear eyes glanced at Shen Qingyuan from time to time, filled with a sense of relief.

The tea fragrance curled, mixed with the fresh scent of Wutong leaves, refreshing the heart.

Shen Qingyuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, felt that cool Spiritual Qi melt on the tip of his tongue, and he felt much more relaxed.

"Qingyue."

"Hmm?"

"Has anything happened at home these past few days?"

Luo Qingyue shook her head: "Nothing major. The Shen Family head came to look for the Young Master twice, and seeing that the Young Master was not there, he went back. Shen Quan also came once, saying he wanted to thank the Young Master for saving his life."

Shen Qingyuan nodded slightly without asking further.

He put down the teacup and took the gray crystal from his sleeve, playing with it in his hand.

A faint light flowed on the surface of the crystal, and the fine, intricate runes inside swam slowly, emitting an ancient and vicissitudinous aura.

Luo Qingyue's gaze fell on that crystal, her pupils shrinking imperceptibly.

She could clearly feel that this crystal contained an extremely vast power, a power so vast that it far exceeded her imagination.

"Young Master, this is..."

"The Origin of a broken world." Shen Qingyuan said nonchalantly, "It's of no use keeping it, so I might as well use it to replenish the Cangxuan Great World."

Luo Qingyue was slightly stunned.

Replenish the Cangxuan Great World?

Such words were probably only something the Young Master dared to say.

Shen Qingyuan did not explain further, just raised his hand and waved, and the gray crystal flew up from his palm, hovering in mid-air.

He formed seals with his hands, and golden runes surged from his fingertips, merging into the crystal.

The crystal suddenly erupted with blinding gray light!

The gray light was as scorching as the sun, illuminating the entire Wutong Garden, and even the wutong treasure tree above trembled slightly, its golden leaves rustling.

Immediately after, the crystal turned into a pillar of gray light, shooting straight into the sky!

The pillar of light pierced through the Formation of the Wutong Garden, pierced through the sky of Guangnan City, pierced through the firmament of the Cangxuan Great World, and went straight into the endless Void Realm.

"Rumble—"

The entire world trembled violently!

In the sky, clouds churned, thunder flashed, and an aura as vast as the sea permeated down from the depths of the firmament, enveloping the entire land.

That aura was not the Spiritual Qi fluctuation of a Cultivator, nor the pressure of a Magic Treasure, but—the will of the world!

The will of the Cangxuan Great World!

Luo Qingyue's expression changed slightly, she stood up subconsciously, and looked up at the sky.

She could clearly feel that the aura contained an indescribable joy, like the parched earth welcoming sweet rain, like a dried-up riverbed being filled with clear springs again.

The Cangxuan Great World was cheering.

The gray pillar of light lasted for a full stick of incense time before gradually dissipating.

And as the pillar of light dissipated, an invisible force fell from the depths of the firmament, pouring down like a waterfall, landing precisely on Shen Qingyuan.

That force was as warm as jade, not blinding, not ostentatious, but carrying an indescribably profound aura.

Shen Qingyuan shuddered, he could clearly feel that there were some things more in his body.

Not Spiritual Qi, not cultivation, but something more essential, more profound.

Luck.

The gift of the Cangxuan Great World.

Shen Qingyuan closed his eyes, carefully feeling the process of that Luck merging into himself.

He could feel that there was an extra layer of connection, one that could not be described in words, between himself and this world.

It was as if the entire world was drawing close to him, favoring him, and protecting him.

"Is this Luck descending upon me?"

Shen Qingyuan muttered to himself, opened his eyes, and a flash of brilliance flickered in them.

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