Starting With Chaos Physique

Chapter 54 Qiankun Mirror Revives, the Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb Sinks

As the Heaven-Toppling Supreme Saint dissolved into a shower of light before them, his final words lingered in Qin Qingqing’s mind.

“It wasn’t just for his clan… it was for that one girl, wasn’t it?”

She couldn’t help but feel moved.

Surely, the Heaven-Toppling Supreme Saint must have experienced a love that left an indelible mark on his soul.

After all, anyone who reached such heights of cultivation was undoubtedly a prodigy of their generation—dazzling and peerless in their youth. Yet, even such brilliance eventually faded into dust.

Gu Changsheng, however, was far less sentimental. He understood with stark clarity: the root of all these events was simple—the Heaven-Toppling Supreme Saint had not been strong enough.

Power was the only truth in the world.

The two began searching the palace, dividing the resources they found. They collected spiritual sources, saint crystals, and various divine materials, such as Primordial Chaos Aura, Creation Roots,

These were treasures rarely, if ever, seen in the outside world.

A Supreme Saint’s hoard accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years was indeed vast.

However, many items, such as divine herbs, had been eroded by time, leaving only remnants of their former potency.

As for refining the World Seed, Gu Changsheng decided to wait until his return to the Gu family, where he could consult their ancient records—or, if necessary, seek the help of the family’s ancestors.

The two retraced their steps out of the ice palace.

As Gu Changsheng had suspected, the Evil Corpse was nearly drained of its power, leaving only an indestructible body. With the experience gained on their way in, avoiding its attacks was now a relatively simple task.

In short order, the pair left the ice palace without further incident.

The Heaven-Toppling Supreme Saint’s final words weighed on Gu Changsheng’s mind.

The Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb was a nexus of danger. Not only did it harbor remnants of unholy materials from other realms, but it also imprisoned Saint-level Evil and Wise Corpses.

If left unchecked, it could unleash chaos of unprecedented scale.

Gu Changsheng’s gaze deepened as he exited the tomb’s perimeter. He took out an artifact and summoned his protector.

Qin Qingqing watched with curiosity, unsure of what he intended.

Interestingly, Gu Changsheng hadn’t instructed her to keep the World Seed a secret, but she had no intention of revealing it to others.

This tacit understanding marked a subtle trust between them.

“Young Master, what are your instructions?”

The void twisted, and the protector materialized, bowing respectfully.

“Contact the clan elder overseeing this hunting conference. I need to speak with him,” Gu Changsheng said calmly.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned outside the sacred tomb.

Dark Beast Tide still raged, with countless young cultivators locked in bloody combat, honing their skills and divine techniques.

Powerful factions—such as the Gu family, Qin family, Ying clan, Undead Lake, and Heavenly Dao Sect—held strategic positions around the tomb.

Other forces, such as the Nine Suns Holy Sect and the Azure Moon Sect, dared not approach, keeping their distance.

As for independent cultivators, they could only scavenge at the tomb’s outskirts, preying on spirits and beasts deemed unworthy by the greater factions.

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Back in Northern Wilderness City, all eyes remained fixed on the distant tomb, shrouded in ghostly haze and swarming with spirits.

The city lord and other leaders wore grim expressions.

“What exactly is being suppressed in that ice palace? Why were so many vengeful spirits unleashed?”

“No idea,” replied a woman in a cloud-patterned robe, her eyes gleaming with runic light as she divined the situation. “But one thing is clear—this hunting conference will have to end early.”

“End early?”

Her words shocked the onlookers.

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“What could have happened?”

“The disturbance must have originated in the ice palace.”

As speculation swirled, a deep rumble echoed from the direction of the sacred tomb.

The ground quaked violently, and numerous ruins and graves began sinking into the earth.

Above the tomb, the suspended Qiankun Mirror suddenly radiated starlight.

Mysterious lines resembling immortal meridians stretched out, connecting to the heavens.

A titanic pressure erupted, so overwhelming that many felt their knees weaken. It was as if the sky itself might collapse.

Even at a distance, the entire city’s cultivators felt the oppressive might. It was as though a starry sky was pressing down upon them.

“What’s happening? Is the Qiankun Mirror about to destroy the sacred tomb?” a knowledgeable elder asked in shock.

An ancient expert, gazing at the tomb, murmured, “This must be a decision by the immortal factions.”

The Qiankun Mirror, a treasure forged collaboratively by multiple immortal factions, possessed power capable of leveling continents.

The thought that something so catastrophic had occurred within the tomb—warranting the activation of the mirror—sent waves of fear rippling through the crowd.

Within the tomb, the escalating power of the mirror sent shockwaves through the remaining cultivators. Many ceased their battles, frozen with apprehension.

“What’s going on? Is the tomb about to be destroyed?”

Amidst the confusion, Gu Changsheng’s companions—Gu Minghuang, Gu Guangming, and Tuoba Siyu—felt the weight of the situation.

“Let’s leave this place immediately,” they decided after a quick discussion.

“Wait… isn’t that the young master?”

Su Xiaoxuan’s exclamation drew everyone’s attention.

Sure enough, they spotted a white-robed figure in the distance, standing at the boundary of the sacred tomb.

His presence was ethereal, like that of a young immortal emperor. Chaos mist swirled around him, forming arcane runes that shimmered like divine light. He seemed to stand apart from this world, as if gazing down from another plane of existence.

Gu Changsheng’s calm voice rang out, audible to all:

“This place will be destroyed in half a quarter-hour. All cultivators are to retreat along their original routes. The hunting conference is hereby canceled.”

His tone was steady, devoid of emotion or explanation.

As he spoke, several powerful figures emerged behind him—elders from the Immortal Families and immortal sects.

Their expressions were grave as they silently reinforced his words.