293: The flawed jade is the king (32).

As the news spread that the Supreme Body had been swept into the Guixu Tide within the Guixu Sea, his fate unknown.

The Five Domains did not fall into a long silence because of this.

On the contrary, after a brief moment of lamentation, an unprecedented revelry erupted.

The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth seemed to have broken free from some invisible shackles, ushering in a blowout-style growth.

Some dried-up rivers surged once more, their waters clear and filled with vitality, transforming into brand new Spiritual Veins.

Overnight, withered trees met spring, and stubborn stones nodded in agreement.

Countless Cultivators who had been stuck at a Bottleneck for centuries and had long since lost heart achieved a Breakthrough.

The entire Five Domains were immersed in a joy that bordered on madness.

Some old monsters who had lived for countless ages and had one foot in the grave were startled awake from their secluded cultivation in their Immortal Caves.

They reached out their withered hands, trembling as they felt the Great Dao Laws between heaven and earth, which were active to the point of boiling, and a sharp light flashed in their cloudy old eyes.

Deduction, divination.

Countless tortoise shells instantly turned to dust in the flames, and countless astrolabes crashed and shattered during calculations.

"The road is about to open."

"The Ancient Starry Road is about to open!"

That was the ultimate battlefield in legends where countless Prodigies were buried.

At this moment, who was Wang Yun?

That Supreme Body who once stirred up the winds and clouds?

No one remembered anymore.

A dead person has no value.

Especially at the beginning of such a brilliant Great Era.

Central Continent.

Deep within an ancient Sword Tomb where a hundred thousand broken swords were buried, ten thousand swords chimed together, letting out a sky-shaking hum as if worshipping their king.

A stone coffin covered in moss burst apart.

Streaks of Sword Qi soared into the sky, slashing a pitch-black trench ten thousand miles long through the clouds that did not dissipate for a long time.

A young man with an ancient sword on his back and bare feet walked out.

His eyes were tightly shut, his long hair moved without wind, and the sharp Gengjin Sword Qi surrounding him carved cracks into the very space itself.

"In this life, my Sword Dao shall flourish."

He whispered softly; his voice wasn't loud, yet it caused every spiritual sword within a hundred-mile radius to snap, and the hundred thousand broken swords in the Sword Tomb turned into ordinary iron in submission.

The Sword Seed of Absolute Beginning, Dugu Ao, who had slept for fifty thousand years, emerged today.

Southern Border.

A hundred-mile sea of flowers bloomed simultaneously overnight, its thick fragrance spreading for three thousand miles and forming a sea of colorful clouds.

In the center of the flower sea, a giant Seven-Colored Divine Lotus slowly bloomed, each petal glowing with flowing light as Great Dao runes flickered in and out of existence.

A woman dressed in colorful clothes stood barefoot upon the lotus heart, her appearance peerless and her temperament ethereal.

She every breath she took, the surrounding vegetation grew wildly, brimming with life.

"The Ancient Road is about to open; in this life, who else but me could be the Lord of Grass and Wood?"

Western Desert.

A stone Buddha statue that had stood in the great desert for tens of thousands of years suddenly cracked on its surface, large chunks of stone skin peeling away.

Blinding golden light burst from the cracks, illuminating the entire desert.

A bald young man, his body as if cast from gold with knotted muscles and exuding endless majesty, walked out of the stone statue.

With every step he took, the earth trembled, and behind him, the faint image of a Wrathful Vajra appeared, chanting ancient Buddhist sounds.

Eastern Domain, Northern Plains... one after another, Ancient Freaks who had suppressed their respective eras, possessed stunning talent, and had even fought with Great Emperors in their youth, woke up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Carrying the pride and heritage of their respective eras, they intended to compete for the one and only emperor seat in this life... Wang Yun coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood.

He lay at the bottom of a giant crater, gasping for breath, every inhalation tugging at the wounds across his body and bringing a tearing pain.

He struggled to mobilize the power within his body.

The heart of flora sensed its master's peril and began to emit a soft green light, a majestic life force flowing through his entire body.

Broken bones were reconnecting, and shattered Meridians were slowly healing.

After a long time, that death-like feeling of weakness finally receded slightly.

Wang Yun slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

Before him was a gloomy grey sky.

There was no sun, no moon, not even stars—only an eternally unchanging layer of grey.

"Where is this?"

Wang Yun propped up his aching body and crawled out of the crater with difficulty.

The sight before him made him frown.

This was an indescribably desolate land.

The ground was an eerie dark red, parched and cracked, as if soaked in the blood of some gods or demons for countless ages.

It was a scent of... "Chaos."

"The Laws are also chaotic."

Wang Yun reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing through the Void Realm.

He could feel that the Great Dao Laws here were fragmented and in conflict, forming invisible traps one after another.

He saw a stone nearby; one second it was lying quietly on the ground, and the next, it floated up without warning before slamming down violently.

In some places, blazing flames were clearly burning, yet they emitted a bone-chilling cold that could freeze the Divine Soul.

"Minds Eye, open."

Habitually, he wanted to use his Minds Eye to probe the essence of this world and find a way out.

However.

In the next moment, he groaned and snapped his eyes shut.

Two trails of bloody tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.

The instant his Minds Eye opened, what he saw was not the clear veins of the world, but a chaotic torrent of information composed of countless shattered images and wails.

"Heavenly secrets are being shielded..."

Wang Yun wiped the blood from his face, his expression turning solemn.

His Minds Eye could even glimpse a thing or two in the Burial Ground of Immortals from the previous era, yet here it had completely failed and even suffered such a terrifying backlash.

"Since I am here, I might as well make the best of it."

Wang Yun forcibly suppressed the agitation and unease in his heart.

He carefully inspected his own condition.

Although his appearance was wretched and he was covered in blood, thanks to the dual protection of the Supreme Body and the heart of flora, his Foundation was not damaged, which was a blessing in disguise.

His cultivation base remained at the Early Stage of the True God Realm.

He took the spatial divine jade from his robe.

At this moment, the divine jade's light was dim, covered in cobweb-like cracks; it had clearly endured a power it could not withstand during the storm of the End.

For the time being, leaving this place was out of the question.

"I can only rely on myself."

He restrained his aura, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Compressing his Divine Thought to a range of three feet around him, he chose a direction and began to explore this unknown land of death, step by cautious step.