Starting With Chaos Physique

Chapter 53 A World Seed With Potential Comparable to That of the Immortal Realm, Secret

Seeing that Gu Changsheng didn’t immediately agree, the Heaven-Toppling Supreme Saint seemed unsurprised. His eyes held a trace of wistfulness as he began to speak:

“I have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years and can say with a clear conscience that I have lived my life without regret. Even my Evil Corpse and Wise Corpse were suppressed by my own hand to prevent them from wreaking havoc upon the world. I sealed my clan’s vengeful spirits here, sparing the world their wrath.

“But my only regret lies with the descendants I left in the lower realm. If not for my insistence on moving our clan to the upper realm, the location of the World Seed would not have been exposed, and the imperial clans would not have brought destruction upon us.

“As a result, my kin in the lower realm were slaughtered—my clan almost entirely wiped out. That is the deepest guilt I carry. My only request now is that, should you encounter any of my descendants in the future, I hope you will lend them a helping hand. For that, I would be eternally grateful.”

He had no doubt about the extraordinary nature of Gu Changsheng and Qin Qingqing.

Despite their young age, both had already reached the pinnacle of the Earth Cracking Realm!

Gu Changsheng, in particular, struck him as destined to be a peerless figure who would one day dominate the world and look down on all others—a belief stemming from the Saint’s intuition.

It was this certainty that compelled him to make this final plea, his last chance to do something for his scattered kin.

Gu Changsheng listened carefully and didn’t question the truth of the Supreme Saint’s words. At this juncture, there was no reason for deception.

“Senior, I accept your request,” Gu Changsheng said after a moment of thought, nodding slightly.

He didn’t believe it likely he would encounter the Saint’s descendants. Even if he did, it would likely only take a word from him to fulfill this promise.

“Thank you, young master.” A joyful expression spread across the Supreme Saint’s face, brimming with gratitude.

He was confident that Gu Changsheng’s promise would not be broken. For someone striving toward invincibility, any breach of their promises would undermine their own state of mind—a flaw no such cultivator could afford.

Afterwards, the Supreme Saint then revealed some secrets and explained the cause of the eerie phenomena plaguing the ice palace.

It all stemmed from a battle hundreds of thousands of years ago.

At the pinnacle of his cultivation as a Supreme Saint, the Heaven-Toppling Saint had made the bold attempt to sever his three corpses and fuse them to attain the realm of a Great Saint.

However, when the imperial clans attacked, he had only just finished merging his Good Corpse, leaving the other two unattended.

The battle escalated into catastrophe. Unable to manage his other corpses, the Saint was forced to self-destruct his main body to drive back his enemies. Only a fragment of his soul, fused with his Good Corpse, managed to escape, but it was like a flickering candle in the wind.

He took refuge in the mysterious box, the only sanctuary available.

The force of his self-destruction killed tens of thousands of his clanspeople, their vengeful souls lingering for eons, wailing and saturating the area with chilling resentment.

This was the true source of the tomb’s sinister atmosphere, a constant thorn in his heart.

The Heaven-Toppling Saint continued, “Within this palace, I have gathered my remaining resources over the years: spiritual sources, saint crystals, and materials for forging sacred weapons. If either of you need them, feel free to take what you wish.”

He knew that individuals like Gu Changsheng and Qin Qingqing might not value these items.

But there was nothing else he could offer.

“Thank you, Senior,” Qin Qingqing said without hesitation.

Spiritual sources and saint crystals were rare materials essential even for Saints to cultivate, and they were exceedingly hard to find in the outside world.

The resources for forging sacred weapons were similarly precious. Acquiring them would normally require tremendous effort.

“This mysterious box,” the Supreme Saint explained, “is something I stumbled upon in the lower realm. I do not know its origins, but it can be concealed not only within a Storage Ring but also within one’s soul, making it nearly impossible to detect.”

“So that’s why no one could find it back then,” Gu Changsheng murmured, realization dawning.

“As for the World Seed you seek… perhaps you’ve already guessed?”

“It’s this box, isn’t it?” Gu Changsheng asked, his gaze thoughtful.

“Indeed,” the Saint confirmed, nodding. “This box is the World Seed the imperial clans so desperately sought. I discovered its true nature only after extensive research.

“The World Seed does not always resemble a seed; it can take any form. Its defining feature is the potential for its internal space to grow infinitely.”

“So we’re currently inside the World Seed?” Qin Qingqing asked, her voice tinged with awe.

Her innate affinity for the void allowed her to sense that this space felt no different from the external world.

This meant the World Seed had the potential to grow into a fully-fledged realm akin to the Three Thousand Dao Realms.

Gu Changsheng glanced at her, understanding her thoughts.

Every World Seed possessed different growth potentials, but it was clear that this one was extraordinarily rare—practically unparalleled.

Should word of its existence leak, it would undoubtedly trigger a frenzied scramble among the immortal factions.

“My time is nearly up. For hundreds of thousands of years, I have endured endless torment, and now it’s finally coming to an end. Though I cannot leave this space, I have observed the outside world to some extent.

“You must destroy this place once you’re done here,” the Saint said with a wry smile. “Let it sink into eternal darkness. I will join my clan in death.”

The Saint’s voice carried a note of liberation, his expression one of calm resignation.

“Senior…” Qin Qingqing’s voice wavered as she felt a pang of sadness.

To endure for hundreds of thousands of years, clinging to life for the sake of one final request—such tenacity was both admirable and heartrending.

“This is my debt to them,” the Saint said with a small, bittersweet smile.

As his figure faded, it scattered into countless points of light, dissolving into the air like dust caught in the wind.