Ascension of The Unholy Immortal

Liang's lips curved without warmth. "Steal? No." His eyes hardened. "I'm recycling."

With a sharp tug, the ethereal hand ripped a portion of the divine soul from the orchid. The extracted essence shimmered like liquid starlight, pulsing with the remnants of the god's power. Liang didn't hesitate—he clenched his fist, and the stolen divinity shattered into countless radiant fragments before dissolving into the fabric of the nascent universe itself.

The universe trembled.

Wherever the divine essence touched, space itself seemed to mature and stabilize. Threads of fate grew stronger, weaving a more complex tapestry of causality. The fundamental forces of reality - time, space, karma - all became more defined and orderly.

The nascent universe responded to this influx of divine nourishment like a starving creature finally receiving sustenance. Stars began to form at an accelerated rate, their light burning brighter and more stable than before. Celestial bodies aligned themselves in perfect harmony, creating natural formations that would have taken billions of years to develop naturally.

Most importantly, the core of the nascent universe - where Liang's own nascent divinity resided - began to undergo a profound transformation. The divine particles acted as catalysts, accelerating the maturation process of his own divinity. Threads of golden light wove themselves around his essence, strengthening his connection to the laws of this universe.

"You..." The Frostfall God's voice was fading now, his form growing translucent. "You're using me as fertilizer for your wretched universe!"

Liang watched as another strand of divinity unraveled from the struggling god. "Not just fertilizer," he corrected softly. "You're the missing ingredient." His gaze tracked the swirling energy as it vanished into the growing cosmos. "A divine soul contains the imprint of universal laws. Yours will teach mine how to breathe."

Somewhere beyond the dying screams, Liang felt his universe take its first real breath.

Meanwhile, the black mirror's pull intensified. The remaining half of the Frostfall God's soul fragment twisted and warped, its form unraveling as the mirror's abyssal surface consumed it. The god's screams turned into distorted echoes, his presence thinning into nothingness.

"This… is not… over!" The Frostfall God's voice was fading yet it was filled with venom. "I will remember this! When my true self awakens—"

Liang smirked. "By then, it won't matter."

A sound like shattering cosmos echoed through the void as the last divine fragments vanished. The mirror convulsed—its obsidian surface rippling like a star collapsing into itself—before falling still once more.

Liang studied the artifact with narrowed eyes. He remembered how it had trembled when he first brought the orchid into his universe, its vibrations so faint only a creator would notice. The reaction had intensified when he merged the blood drop with the spring, ceasing only when he'd positioned it before the orchid.

A calculated risk. Of the ten thousand futures he'd simulated, ninety-nine percent showed only minor dangers—acceptable losses. At worst, he'd need to abandon this universe and rebuild his foundation from scratch. A steep price, but not an insurmountable one.

Yet now...

He suddenly took a cautious step forward. The mirror, now eerily silent and still, seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy. Despite its current dormant state, Liang knew better than to underestimate its power. He had witnessed firsthand what it was capable of, and his instincts told him that sealing it once more was imperative.

Liang extended his hand towards the mirror, and intricate runic chains began to materialize in the air around it. These chains were not ordinary; they glimmered with a faint, golden light, each link pulsing with the essence of the nascent universe's laws. As he wove these chains with meticulous precision, the space around the mirror warped slightly, bending to accommodate the immense power being channeled into the bindings.

The runes etched into the chains were ancient and complex, resonating with the fundamental forces of reality—time, space, karma—all intertwining to form an unbreakable seal. With every completed loop, the mirror's surface flickered faintly, as if protesting against the restraints being placed upon it. But Liang's will was absolute within his universe, and the chains held firm, tightening their grip with each passing moment.

Once the runic chains were securely in place, Liang took a deep breath and summoned the full might of his universe's laws. Threads of golden light emerged from the very fabric of his domain, weaving through the chains and embedding themselves into the mirror's surface. These threads acted as conduits, channeling the raw power of the universe to reinforce the seal. The mirror shuddered under the pressure, its previously still surface rippling like a disturbed pond before settling back into an uneasy calm.

Despite the successful resealing, Liang couldn't shake off the lingering worry that gnawed at the edges of his mind.

He stood there for a moment, staring intently at the now-sealed mirror.

Within the depth of the Yin Yang Abyssal Mountains Range a wondrous transformation is currently unfolding.

The immortal qi continued to flow into Yue Xin's dantian, she felt her very essence being reshaped at a fundamental level. The threads of energy were not merely merging with her; they were rewriting the core structure of her being.

Her meridians expanded beyond their natural capacity, stretching like rivers carved through mountains as they accommodated the overwhelming influx of power. Each pulse of immortal qi that entered her body brought searing pain but also an intoxicating clarity.

Her bones began to hum faintly, resonating in harmony with the primordial forces now coursing through her veins. They transformed from ordinary bone into crystalline material, shimmering faintly beneath her skin as if infused with stardust.

The Infinite Creation Primordial Technique guided this metamorphosis with precision, weaving intricate patterns within her inner world.

Inside her dantian, a miniature cosmos began to form , where countless runes floated like constellations. These runes pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, As more energy poured in, the runes multiplied, forming complex arrays that seemed alive, shifting and rearranging themselves into ever more elaborate configurations.

Yue Xin's blood boiled as the immortal qi reached every corner of her body, saturating her cells and reprogramming them on a molecular level. She could feel her physical form becoming lighter, yet infinitely stronger, as though she had shed the weight of mortality itself. Even her senses sharpened exponentially—she could hear the whispers of qi currents in this forsaken land, see the invisible threads of fate binding all things together, and taste the subtle energies emanating from the heaven and earth.

But the transformation was far from over. The most critical phase lay ahead: the awakening of the Primordial Creation Physique.