Ascension of The Unholy Immortal

With those words, Liang raised his hand, and the Universe Rune descended onto his forehead, embedding itself seamlessly into his being. In an instant, his aura skyrocketed beyond anything the Dwarf ancestor could comprehend. It wasn't just power—it was dominion over creation and destruction itself.

"Divine Rune Manifestation – Sevenfold Primordial Reckoning!"

From the Universe Rune, seven beams of light shot outward, each corresponding to one of the constituent runes. These beams formed colossal constructs around Liang—a fiery sword forged by the Nether Flame Rune, a glacier spear birthed by the Absolute Frost Rune, a shadowy gauntlet imbued with the Abyssal Armament Rune, and so on.

The Dwarf ancestor staggered backward, realizing the futility of continuing the fight. But even in his weakened state, pride refused to let him yield. Summoning the last dregs of his ancestral power, he channeled it into his hammer, causing the weapon to erupt in a blinding surge of golden light.

"Ancestral Legacy – Eternal Hammerfall!" he roared, swinging the hammer downward with all his might. A massive wave of runic energy surged forth, shaped like a descending mountain, aimed directly at Liang.

Liang stood unfazed as the Dwarf ancestor's hammerfall descended—a crushing avalanche of golden runic energy, shaped into a mountain of annihilating force.

"Sevenfold Primordial Reckoning—Converge."

The seven colossal constructs orbiting him—the Nether Flame Sword, Absolute Frost Spear, Abyssal Armament Gauntlet, and others—shattered into streams of light. They swirled around Liang's outstretched hand, coalescing into a single, searing lance of primordial chaos. The weapon hummed with dissonant harmony, its tip warping reality itself.

The Dwarf ancestor's hammerfall met Liang's lance in a cataclysm of light and sound. For a heartbeat, the golden mountain held, its runes blazing with the collective will of nine generations. But Liang's strike was relentless—a singularity of destruction. The lance pierced through the hammerfall, fracturing it like glass.

"Impossible—!"the Dwarf roared, but his defiance was cut short as the lance tore through his chest. Cracks spiderwebbed across his body, golden light bleeding from his wounds.

With a thunderous crack, his form disintegrated, leaving only a shimmering, fist-sized rune hovering in the air.

The rune flickered, attempting to vanish into the void, but Liang smirked. "You think escape is an option?"

Above him, the Universe Rune—still embedded in his forehead—rippled violently transforming into the Chaos Rune. The ancestral rune froze mid-flight, as if snared by an invisible leash, before hurtling backward toward Liang.

"No—NO!" The Dwarf's voice echoed faintly from the rune, desperate. "You cannot take our legacy—!"

The Dwarf ancestor couldn't fathom what was happening. He had believed, even in the direst of circumstances—if his body and soul were utterly obliterated—that the ancestral rune would endure, carrying with it the remnants of his consciousness to escape into the void. It had never crossed his mind that Liang possessed the ability not only to thwart but to *consume* true runes.

"No!" The Dwarf's voice echoed faintly from within the ancestral rune, tinged with desperation and disbelief. This wasn't a mere constraint—it felt far worse. It wasn't as though the rune were being captured or sealed; instead, it seemed to be unraveling, its essence devoured by an insatiable force. Each fragment of golden light that peeled away felt like a piece of himself being torn apart, consumed without mercy.

The ancestral rune trembled as the Chaos Rune's gravitational pull intensified. Liang's lips curled into a cold smile, " Your legacy ends here."

The rune shattered with a sound like breaking glass, its fragments dissolving into streams of molten gold that spiraled into the Chaos Rune. Instantly, Liang's mind erupted with visions—nine lifetimes of dwarf kings.

The First King, forging the ancestral rune in a star's core.

The Fourth, pouring countless souls into the Nine Revolution Era Orchid to hasten it's maturation.

The Ninth, sealing his own soul into the rune to preserve its power.

The memories roared like a river in flood, threatening to drown Liang's consciousness, it's just too much, it's one hundred thousand years of memories.

As if feeling the dangerous situation, The Chaos Rune faded and the Thousand Derivations Rune emerged in its place, glowing with a soft yet intense light. It pulsed rhythmically, as if analyzing the flood of memories coursing through Liang's mind. The rune began to hum, its glow intensifying as it processed the overwhelming torrent of knowledge and experience from nine generations of dwarf kings.

The Thousand Derivations Rune worked swiftly, sifting through the memories with precision. It separated the essential from the trivial, discarding unnecessary details while preserving the core essence of the Dwarf bloodline's legacy. In moments, the rune distilled this vast repository of knowledge into three distinct crystals, each radiating a unique energy that reflected their contents.

Three crystalline forms emerged from the rune's work ,The first crystal took shape as a deep indigo prism, glowing faintly with veins of golden light running through it like rivers across a starlit map. This crystal encapsulated the collective comprehension of all nine Dwarf Kings regarding runes, formations, artifact forging, and their understanding of Origin.

Liang felt his connection to the Universe Rune deepen as of the kings' comprehensions intertwined with his own.

The second crystal materialized as a jagged obsidian shard, This crystal held the most critical secrets known to the Dwarf lineage: forbidden techniques, hidden histories, and even truths about other powerful beings and factions.

The third crystal formed last, taking on a radiant emerald hue that pulsed like a living heart. Encased within it were the culmination of tens of thousands of years of cultivation techniques and runic arts developed by the Dwarf kings.

With the completion of the crystals, the Thousand Derivations Rune dimmed slightly, having successfully organized and contained the vast inheritance of the Dwarf lineage.

"So, it's all about revenge..." Liang muttered, reflecting on the myriad secrets he had unearthed, including the true history of Frostfall.

More than a hundred thousand years ago, in the aftermath of the Great Catastrophe, runic cultivation among humans had yet to flourish. The solar system was exclusively ruled by the Frostfall races, led by the dwarves.

These races enslaved and oppressed humanity, with Frostfall being the central planet of the solar system and the sole gateway to the Nether Planes—a domain teeming with foreign races, where humans were merely one among many.