560: Chapter 560

In the center of the sacrificial altar, the Physique seed of the Beichen Ancient Clan slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head to look at Qin Yun, who had been dragged into the formation, his face filled with irrepressible coldness.

When those people were being drained of their Luck just now, it had only caused his aura to rise.

But Qin Yun was different.

He could clearly feel that the Luck on this person was heavier, his Origin was thicker, and even his destiny was far more solid than the others.

This was the true tonic.

High above, that Venerable stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

The ancestral grounds were sealed. The Luck-suppressing artifacts were fully activated. Everyone was inside the formation. What kind of waves could they possibly make?

Around the sacrificial altar, those Prodigies who had been struggling desperately earlier all turned pale.

Some had already begun to see their auras decline. Others had cold hands and feet, and they were running out of strength even to curse.

They all thought that Qin Yun was finished too.

Only Qin Yun knew the truth. He had not been dragged in. He had walked in himself.

The Physique seed raised his hand. Above the sacrificial altar, the thickest beam of Luck-transferring light pressed straight down toward Qin Yun.

"A piece of trash from the outside, daring to touch the Ancient Clan's child of destiny."

"Once you've entered the sacrificial altar, you should honestly serve as nourishment."

As the words fell, the force of the Luck extraction suddenly intensified.

Qin Yun's body shook, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He did not resist. He even retracted his aura slightly, as if he were truly suppressed.

Seeing this, the anger in the Physique seed's eyes dissipated a little, replaced by condescension and contempt.

The Venerable's mouth also relaxed. It was done.

The sacrificial altar shone brighter and brighter. Deep within the Beichen Ancient Clan, those Luck-suppressing ancient artifacts roared in unison. The Physique seed's aura continued to rise.

The holy patterns on his chest brightened inch by inch, and even his bones were resonating. He had already begun to enjoy the feeling of being carried upward by the Luck of the crowd.

Until he prepared to swallow the core of Qin Yun's Luck in one gulp. His expression suddenly changed.

Something was wrong. What was being sucked over was not pure Luck. It was as if something extra had appeared on his body, a seed.

The next moment, the torrent of Luck that had originally been converging toward him suddenly halted. Then, it reversed.

The Physique seed was stunned for a moment. The very next instant, the Luck that had just risen within him actually flowed backward along the sacrificial altar. It flowed toward Qin Yun.

"Impossible!" He shouted in a low voice, directly urging his Origin to suppress it. But it was useless. The sacrificial altar had already locked the two of them together.

Before, he had been draining Qin Yun. Now, the two were draining each other. But this balance only lasted for a single breath.

Because the Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record within Qin Yun had already latched onto him completely via the destiny seed. The guest had become the host.

Boom! The flow of Luck reversed completely. The coldness on the Physique seed's face collapsed on the spot.

"Stop!" "Make it stop!" He began to struggle. His aura surged violently. He wanted to forcibly sever the connection of the destiny seed. But the more he struggled, the more violently he was drained.

Because this was not simple Luck swallowing. It was a forced connection between the Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record and the Luck-transferring formation.

On one side was a trap that the Ancient Clan had laid for who knows how many years. On the other was a trap that Qin Yun had stepped into voluntarily. Now that the hook had flipped, the first one to die would be him, the person in the center of the altar.

High above, the Venerable finally changed his expression. He had originally thought it was just an anomaly in the sacrificial altar's fluctuations. But soon, he sensed it. The Luck of his own clan's Physique was flowing out like crazy. Even his Foundation was beginning to loosen.

"You wicked creature!" The Venerable stepped down, striking directly at Qin Yun with his palm. He wanted to suppress and kill the person first, then sever the formation.

But just as this palm touched the sacrificial altar, the entire ancestral grounds shook. Rumble. The ancient patterns shone even more fiercely. The Luck-suppressing artifacts chimed in unison.

The formation, which had already been operating at its limit, was as if it had been forcefully fueled by his palm strike. Because the Luck on Qin Yun was too heavy. The formation was originally born for transferring Luck, and upon encountering a true master of great Luck, it hadn't collapsed, but had instead been forcibly strengthened. The Venerable's palm strike was equivalent to personally stoking the fire for Qin Yun.

Everyone was stunned. The Physique seed finally panicked.

This was not just losing a bit of Luck. It was his Foundation, his Physique Origin, all flowing toward Qin Yun. His holy patterns began to dim. His Physical Body began to wither. Even that high-and-mighty aura was dropping.

Qin Yun was the opposite. A massive amount of Luck poured into his body. He first repaired his destiny. Then he replenished his Origin. Finally, he even swallowed a portion of the Luck-transferring power of the sacrificial altar itself by borrowing its shell.

The hidden injuries he had sustained previously using the Yangchen Technique, the Origin burns, and the cracks in his Meridians were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His accumulation at the Peak of the Guiyi Realm also exploded at this moment.

Boom! The threshold that had been stuck for so long was directly shattered. Grotto-Heaven Realm. It was done.

Not only that. The Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body also truly emerged from its embryonic form during this wave of feedback and officially took shape. The four Foundations of Sun, Ancient, Supreme, and Grandmist finally interlocked completely under the Body Scripture. Qin Yun felt as if a great sun and an ancient mountain had risen within his body simultaneously. His strength was more than a notch stronger than before.

Meanwhile, the Physique seed in the center of the sacrificial altar had been sucked into a useless husk. He had gone from being the high-and-mighty child of destiny of the Ancient Clan to a cripple with exhausted Luck and a collapsed Origin. He knelt on the sacrificial altar, his hair rapidly turning white, the light in his eyes fading bit by bit. In the end, he couldn't even stand.

Seeing this, the Venerable completely lost control. "You deserve to die!" As this cry fell, he no longer cared about the sacrificial altar or the face of the Ancient Clan; he raised his hand and struck down with a suppression attack.

This strike was ruthless enough. The sky over the entire ancestral grounds seemed to collapse a layer. Everyone felt that Qin Yun could not escape this calamity. Even those Prodigies who had just been rescued felt their hearts sink at this moment.

But Qin Yun did not retreat. He looked up and took it head-on. Bang! The terrifying power pressed his feet into the ground, causing the earth to crack inch by inch. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his chest felt tight. But he was not dead. Nor had he fallen.

The entire scene went silent. A junior who had just broken into the Grotto-Heaven Realm had withstood a strike from a Venerable head-on.

Just then, Qin Yun raised his hand. The Yangchen Technique, activated again. But this time, it was completely different from before. The Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body had already taken shape, and the power of the great sun in the world was no longer forcibly borrowed by him, but was actively converging into his body. It was as if it were surging toward him voluntarily.

Boom! The radiance of the great sun over the entire ancestral grounds pressed down violently. Stream after stream of Yangchen power poured into Qin Yun's body. His aura rose all the way. Grotto-Heaven Early Stage. Grotto-Heaven Middle Stage. Grotto-Heaven Late Stage. Grotto-Heaven Peak. And then, it was forcibly pushed up to the Divine Emperor level.

The Venerable's expression finally changed. He had intended to follow up with a second strike. But seeing that aura of Qin Yun's still rising, his movements paused for an instant. He didn't believe it. How could a junior explode twice to such an extent?

Qin Yun did not give him time to think it through. He took a step forward. First, his Physique collided head-on. The Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body, carrying the power of the scorching sun and the ancient era, forcibly disrupted the Venerable's offensive. Immediately after, Myriad Things Born expanded. The surrounding space tightened. The Venerable's figure was gradually trapped. Finally, the Yang power, bolstered by the Yangchen Technique, was all compressed into a single punch.

Boom! The Venerable's Physical Body exploded first. His protective divine light shattered. His Grotto-Heaven shattered. His Divine Soul was also burned through in one gulp by that pure Yang fire. The entire person dissolved inch by inch in mid-air.

Everyone in the ancestral grounds had lost their voices. But the situation was not over yet. Once the Venerable was dead, a more terrifying aura suddenly emanated from deeper within the Beichen Ancient Clan. A large hand pressed down from the extreme depths across the air. A Saint. The old Saint had finally been alarmed.

As this palm fell, the sky over the ancestral grounds went completely black. Even the scorching sun aura bolstered by the Yangchen Technique was suppressed by a notch. The old Saint had only one attitude. Kill. Qin Yun must die.

Qin Yun had no way out. He could only hold his ground. The Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body, the power of his Grotto-Heaven, and the last remaining ripples of the Yangchen Technique were all squeezed dry by him.

Boom! The two forces collided. Qin Yun was knocked backward, blood gushing from his mouth, his arms rattling. But that hand was ultimately blocked by him for an instant. That single instant was enough.

Because his first Divine Ability had completely awakened when his Physique truly took shape. Qin Yun raised his hand. His palm faced forward. A light, so scorching white it was almost blinding, exploded from his hand.

"Taihuang Sun-Rending." This was the first Divine Ability of the Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body. With one strike, the small world in front of him, which had been sealed off by the Saint's power, was torn open on the spot.

Qin Yun did not pause at all; forcing himself to hold his last breath, he transformed into a golden light and crashed directly into the crack. Before the crack closed, his figure had already disappeared. Inside and outside the ancestral grounds, only dead silence remained. The old Saint's hand stopped in mid-air, ultimately a step too slow.