Yuan's Ascension

Tremors shook the final trial ground of the inheritance trial.

Boom! The moment Wu Yuan's qi refiner self grasped the sword hilt, the blade instantly transformed into countless motes of purple light, surging into Wu Yuan's body.

Hmm? Wu Yuan was momentarily stunned.

Immediately after, he felt an unprecedentedly powerful will crashing against his twelve Yuan Souls, the impact so powerful it was utterly impossible to withstand.

His eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber, completely losing consciousness.

Whoosh! A vast and boundless aura completely enveloped Wu Yuan's qi refiner self.

At this moment, if an outsider could observe this scene, they would notice that Wu Yuan's entire body was faintly interwoven with purple and red light, as if two terrifyingly supreme forces were colliding, radiating inconceivable shockwaves of pressure.

What? The imprint of the Samsara Sword has vanished? Permanently vanished? Zi Kong, watching this scene from afar and feeling the tremors of the final trial ground, stared in disbelief.

It was extremely knowledgeable, and as a creation of the Spacetime Dao Master, it even surpassed Overlords in many aspects.

This shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't! The Dao Master left behind nine ultimate treasures in total. The imprints of two ultimate treasures disappeared only when the Dao Master's successors reached the supreme level, allowing them to break free from the constraints of the final trial ground. Zi Kong was utterly perplexed.

But Wu Yuan can only be considered a mortal, not even a sempiternal... How could the imprint of the Samsara Sword disappear?

How did he do it?

If their imprints remained in the final trial ground, then once a successor perished or failed to transcend by the end of the samsara cycle of heaven and earth, these ultimate treasures would return directly to the location of their imprints. This was a process even Overlords couldn’t stop.

In essence, as long as one hadn't transcended, even successors recognized by the ultimate treasures couldn't be considered to truly possess them. But once their imprint disappeared from the final trial ground? It meant that the item was truly controlled by its user.

The Samsara Sword is in Wu Yuan’s control? How did he manage that?

Moreover, this aura emanating from Wu Yuan? Zi Kong's heart pounded with fear, and he instinctively felt a trace of terror.

Could it be related to him being an Ancestral Pagoda imprint bearer? A thought flashed through Zi Kong's mind.

But Black Devil was also an Ancestral Pagoda imprint bearer, and nothing like Wu Yuan's situation occurred.

He was puzzled. Having dwelt within the Spacetime Island for eons, experiencing numerous samsara cycles of heaven and earth, his knowledge of the Ancestral Pagoda was not insignificant. It was worth noting that the vast majority of Sovereigns and even Overlords were unaware of the Ancestral Pagoda's existence. ŘαꞐòꞖƐ𐌔

Regardless, he succeeded. The fifth successor since the start of this samsara cycle of heaven and earth has been chosen.

The Dao Master should already be aware. Zi Kong slightly raised his head, gazing into the distance.

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In an even higher spatial dimension within the Spacetime Island, was an extremely mysterious region that resembled a maze of intersecting spacetime. Even Sovereigns of the Dao Realm couldn't perceive it, let alone enter this area.

Here, a majestic temple hovered.

Inside the temple, a black-robed figure sat in lotus position. His long hair cascaded down, veiling his face, as though he had been rooted in that spot from the dawn of time to eternity, unchanged and unmoving.

A deep, muffled voice slipped out from beneath the curtain of black hair. "You enjoy eating, do you? Then take it. It's yours.

But let’s see if you can handle it all. If not, you’ll have to cough it right back up."

…

While Wu Yuan's qi refiner self had fallen into a special state, his consciousness completely dark and unaware of what was happening…

Far away in the Cang Feng Temple of the Greenridge Macrocosm, strands of intertwining purple and red light were suddenly emitted from Wu Yuan's body refiner self. A vast and majestic pressure surged outwards in all directions.

This wave of pressure instantly broke through the array barriers of the Cang Feng Temple itself.

"Hmm?"

"Not good." Some of the powerhouses and geniuses originally cultivating in other worlds within the Cang Feng Temple felt a jolt of fear.

Immediately after, an unimaginable pressure crushed them, forcing everyone to the ground in prostration. Even Astral Monarchs were not spared—they too were pressed flat against the ground.

Some weaker High Immortals and High Eldritches with insufficient spiritual cultivation instantly fell unconscious.

However, this terrifying wave of pressure went as quickly as it came, dissipating completely in just an instant.

"What just happened?"

"Such a frightening pressure, directly impacting the spirit, it seemed even stronger than the pressure released by a Sovereign."

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. How did this power ignore the Cang Feng Temple’s barriers?"

"Could it be that a Sovereign is practicing some extraordinary secret art?" After regaining their senses, the Astral Monarchs cultivating in the Cang Feng Temple quickly began to exchange messages through the Eldritch Court Voidrealm and Cang Feng Eldritch Voidrealm.

They were all shocked beyond measure, yet no one could figure out the reason.

Suddenly, an authoritative voice resonated in the ears of all the Astral Monarchs present in the Cang Feng Temple. “What happened in the Cang Feng Temple today must absolutely not be leaked. Violators will be considered traitors, and will be executed without mercy!"

"Understood."

"Understood."

"We obey the Sovereign's command." These Astral Monarchs all bowed respectfully.

They recognized Sovereign Cang Feng’s voice. Those cultivating in the Cang Feng Temple naturally had Sovereign Cang Feng's permission and were considered the core of the eldritch world, all highly trusted individuals.

"It must be related to the Sovereign."

"The Sovereign was probably practicing some powerful secret art."

"The Sovereign is truly formidable. The residual power unintentionally released during cultivation was enough to press hundreds of us Astral Monarchs down, unable to lift our heads." These Astral Monarchs all marveled.

They mostly concluded that Sovereign Cang Feng was cultivating some powerful secret art.

…

Meanwhile, in the core of the Cang Feng Temple.

Wu Yuan? Sovereign Cang Feng was equally shocked and confused.

As the master of the temple, he easily sensed the anomaly in Wu Yuan's world residence.

At this moment, Wu Yuan's body refiner self's aura and pressure had completely returned to normal, as if everything just now had been a dream.

But how could a powerhouse like Sovereign Cang Feng be fooled? He knew full well that what just happened was real.

This kind of pressure? It seems to be at the Overlord level, but it contains a hint of transcendence and eternity. Sovereign Cang Feng thought to himself. Wu Yuan is a mere High Eldritch, how could he trigger such a great disturbance?

Moreover, he seems to have fallen unconscious? Could something have gone wrong during his cultivation? Sovereign Cang Feng was rather worried.

He had long since determined that Wu Yuan would be the future leader of the Cang Feng Eldritch World, and naturally regarded him with great importance. Such unexpected occurrences were naturally concerning.

His vital aura is fine, and his soul aura is normal, slightly stronger even. He doesn't appear to have suffered any harm. Sovereign Cang Feng didn't dare to interfere lightly.

He remembered Sovereign Kua Chi's instructions — Wu Yuan was involved with supreme beings outside the Eldritch Court, and they shouldn't casually interfere with his cultivation.

After some consideration, Sovereign Cang Feng sent a message to Sovereign Kua Chi, "Kua Chi, something unusual has happened with Wu Yuan."

Soon after, Sovereign Kua Chi's ether body arrived. After hearing Sovereign Cang Feng's account and observing Wu Yuan's condition, he was naturally shocked as well.

However, even after examining him, Sovereign Kua Chi couldn't understand the cause of Wu Yuan's state.

"Let's wait patiently for a while," Sovereign Kua Chi decided. "I have faith in Wu Yuan."

The two Sovereigns watched from the sidelines, not daring to leave, fearing Wu Yuan might encounter some other unexpected situation.

…

In the final trial ground of the Spacetime Dao Realm, the trembling void had stilled.

Only Zi Kong, along with that sheet of paper and the black rectangular block remained.

Wu Yuan, suspended in the void, had now returned to his normal state. All the mysterious and profound cryptic patterns that previously manifested around him had dispersed.

In a mysterious realm beyond the perception of countless living beings, undetectable even to Zi Kong, and perhaps hidden from the gaze of the Dao Master himself, a vast, boundless void stretched out, with majestic divine mountains suspended on all sides.

Each divine mountain was immeasurably tall, its summit beyond sight, brimming with spirituality. The echoes of the Great Dao seemed to linger, as if these mountains were the most sacred and unfathomable entities born at the dawn of primordial chaos.

Fifty-five divine mountains? Wu Yuan's consciousness had arrived at this realm.

Just as before, an unseen force obscured much of his thoughts and awareness. His consciousness and spirit were completely untainted.

Those? Wu Yuan's gaze instinctively swept over the flashes of purple light emanating from each divine mountain.

The intertwining strands of purple light held unfathomable, sacred Dao resonances.

Dao resonance of cryptic patterns surpassing the Greater Law? No, even the Great Dao seems inferior to these resonances. Wu Yuan instinctively held his breath.