Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Fallen God Abyss.

The black and crimson miasma pervading the abyss withdrew, revealing the true visage of this forbidden land.

Gazing down from the zenith of the sky, one saw a rift spanning the boundless, desolate plain. Its depths were unfathomable—at a glance, its end seemed devoured by the furthest reaches of the world. The shape of that abyss appeared as if left by a single, peerless sword cleaving through the void, so sharp it inspired awe and dread in all who beheld it.

The former wailing of immortals and demons seemed to have dispersed with the wind, leaving nothing but a dead silence that deepened the eerie terror of this place.

Through his Lifebound Space, Qin Yu gazed at the abyss now gradually revealing its true form, his heart stirring with uncontrollable, tempestuous waves.

Just imagine: if this rift truly was wrought by a single sword, what earth-shattering might could have carved such an indelible mark upon the boundless heavens and earth?

In that moment, Qin Yu could not help but doubt—was the Unity Realm written of in ancient texts truly the pinnacle of this land?

It is said that those of the Unity Realm are the true dominators of the cosmos, possessed of lifespans spanning ten thousand years and strength reaching the heavens!

Thus, all beings honor them as... the Venerables!

Qin Yu had heard Yan Yu mention that in the world today, there seemed to be no beings of Unity Realm—even among the nine Great Emperors, the Great Yan Empress, ranked in the top three, had not yet withstood the Harmonization Celestial Tribulation.

Yet this terrible sword scar before him, through countless ages, still instilled fear—the power that left it clearly could not be contained by the Unity Realm alone.

The vision Qin Yu had seen within the Ancient Divine Bell made him realize—the glory of this world’s history far eclipsed the current flourishing age.

"Boom!——"

With an earth-shattering roar, terrifying power surged up from the base of the abyss. In an instant, the vast plain seemed kneaded by an invisible hand, shuddering without cease, as though heaven and earth themselves would be overturned—a scene to daunt the soul.

One dared not imagine what scale of battle had erupted within that abyss.

Still, Qin Yu, though curious, dared not rashly draw near to search for answers.

Even those stray waves of energy unintentionally spilling forth filled him with a sense of unprecedented peril—one misstep, and he would fall into utter damnation.

At such a time, curiosity was absolutely fatal.

This cataclysmic upheaval raged for a full three days and nights.

During those long days, golden flashes would arise from the abyss from time to time, each bringing with it a frigid, fearsome presence escaping from the depths.

To this aura, Qin Yu felt a certain familiarity; it should belong to the Great Yan Empress.

The power of this Empress far surpassed anything he’d imagined.

So it seemed, the thousand-zhang palm print once seen was but the tip of her strength’s iceberg.

No wonder brash and arrogant Lingtian Peak submitted so meekly to punishment outside the Imperial Study; in the face of absolute strength, even the proud must bow their heads.

"Whoosh!"

The commotion slowly subsided. A golden ray shot into the sky, halting in midair above the abyss.

Its radiance gradually faded, revealing, in the setting sun, a breathtaking silhouette.

It was the Empress!

This was also Qin Yu’s first time beholding the Empress’s true visage, and for a moment, he was completely transfixed.

In the dusky light, the Empress seemed cloaked in a faint golden glow, like a deity striding the mortal world—her bearing sacred, her presence luminous as a bright pearl shrouded in mist, untouched by worldly dust, her peerless grace exuding an endless, divine elegance and natural charm.

She wore a splendid dragon robe that, far from being cumbersome, only accentuated her upright figure, bringing the embroidered wyrm to vivid life—like a true dragon soaring with proud abandon upon her chest, so lifelike it seemed it might burst forth at any moment to roam the nine heavens.

Her form was like a masterpiece shaped by heaven, flawless from every angle—yet what most drew the gaze was the subtle, ambiguous curve of her waist, indistinct and all the more captivating for it.

Her face was so ethereally beautiful it felt dreamlike, as if Heaven itself had poured all its skill into crafting a work of purest flawlessness, free from all taint.

Unlike any woman Qin Yu had ever seen, the Empress’s presence transcended the bounds of the mundane. Only the word "sacred" could feebly grasp even a sliver of her bearing.

She was beautiful beyond the world—too unreal, like a dream.

She stood above the abyss, yet seemed not of this world—supremely aloof, making one painfully aware of one’s own insignificance. Before her, all light dimmed and faded to shadow.

The Empress’s hair was slightly tousled, her dreamlike face tinged with weariness. Her eyes, usually bright as stars, showed a trace of fatigue—but even so, an aura of aloofness from all beings lingered about her, a majesty that dared not be profaned in the slightest.

The Empress’s gaze drifted gently as she scanned her surroundings.

"Your Majesty."

Qin Yu, ever mindful of the world beyond, immediately stepped out of his Lifebound Space.

"There’s still some lingering malice. Come with me."

The Empress nodded slightly, pointing toward the direction of the abyss as she spoke.

This fellow had hidden himself well—even she could not catch the faintest trace.

She wondered whether the Emperor of the Great Qin, whose Spiritual Power reached Initial Divinity, might perceive anything amiss.

If not even he could discern the oddity, then Qin Yu’s methods could truly be called prodigious.

With the Empress guiding him personally, Qin Yu of course would not refuse—besides, though he had gained a wave of Flame Points earlier, it had lasted less than half an hour; for him, this harvest was far from enough.

Soon, following the Empress, Qin Yu descended to the abyss’s floor, where, before his eyes, a mountain-like skeletal remains stood upright.

The corpse was in ruins, its enormous skull mostly buried, leaving only a hollow eye socket exposed—within which a faint, profound glow lingered, radiating an ancient, unshakable majesty.

The skeleton was scattered across the ground; the fractured bones were scored with sword scars, their breaks neat and smooth—clearly the work of the Empress, her sword intent so keen it sent a chill into the heart.

Qin Yu’s eyes narrowed; his reverence for the Empress deepened even further.

Those broken bones glimmered with a cold radiance; clearly, even after ages, they possessed unbreakable strength.

Yet before the Empress, such defenses seemed wholly inadequate.

"There."

The Empress indicated the skull as she spoke.

Following her gaze, Qin Yu saw that beneath the enormous head was a bottomless pit, where black and crimson miasma swirled and churned—yet it was tightly suppressed by a formless power, unable to escape even a wisp.

Without hesitation, he roused his True Essence and began to purify.

[Purify Malice +100]

[Purify Malice +100]

The purification lasted nearly a full day. As the miasma in the pit thinned, Qin Yu’s expression grew markedly grave.

Beneath the pit lay a baffling web of intricate, obscure runes!

Beneath the skeleton, someone had laid a sinister array.

Qin Yu dared not imagine—if the Empress had overlooked this, if those black-robed figures had succeeded, what calamity might have ensued? The entire Great Yan Immortal Country would have become a land of carnage and suffering!

The Empress did not hurry him. Only when Qin Yu had cleansed the final wisp of malice did she wave her hand, unleashing a terrifying might that obliterated both the pit and the array within it.

[Flame Point: 638670]

[Cultivation: Golden Core Late Stage (100%)]

[Root Bone: Upper Grade Dao Bone (Flame Point 638670/800000)]

[Spiritual Power: Microscopic Initial Stage (Flame Point 638670/200000) Breakthrough Available]

Qin Yu glanced at the flame, reaping over half a million Flame Points—not a wasted journey.

[Life Rune: Fourth Layer (412-10000)]

[Free Creation Divine Technique: Minor Achievement (103-5000)]

Moreover, with the elevation of his Life Rune and Free Creation Technique, his Realm was finally at Perfection; he could now advance to the Lotus Platform Realm!

"Prepare to return."

The Empress’s voice held a rare, lingering fatigue.

"Your Majesty, may I have a little time?"

Qin Yu asked respectfully.

"Hmm? You’re about to break through?"

The Empress glanced at him, sensing the accumulation and Perfection in his aura—he had evidently reached Golden Core Peak.

So, he truly hadn’t slacked in his cultivation these days; indeed, his speed surpassed even her expectations.

Qin Yu did not reply outright.

He should not delay the Empress, but thinking of the commotion caused by breaking through the Golden Core, he really did not wish to wait until his return to the Imperial Capital.

Though the Empress herself would guard him, the capital was teeming with all sorts—it would not suit his preference for discretion should any further anomaly occur.

But here, in this forbidden land, with no living soul within a hundred miles, it was the perfect place to break through.

"I shall personally protect you."

The Empress nodded slightly.

She could tell—Qin Yu, now possessing Upper Grade Dao Bone, would swiftly advance to the Lotus Platform; moreover, his aura was full and round, and he had abundant Top Grade Spirit Stones at hand—it should not take long at all.

Returning to the plain beside the Empress, Qin Yu wasted no time. He took out one hundred Top Grade Spirit Stones, arranging them in a circle around himself, preparing for any eventuality.

The Empress cast a cool glance over him, then sat silently several zhang away.

"Breakthrough!"

Qin Yu sat cross-legged, eyes closed, adjusting himself to the peak state.

With a slow, prolonged exhale, abruptly came a sudden flash of insight in the depths of his soul.

"Buzz!..."

With a single thought, the Top Grade Spirit Stones surrounding him erupted with pure, surging Spiritual Qi, which swept toward him in almost tangible fog, enfolding his form.

His body became a vortex, devouring the rolling Spiritual Qi with a visible frenzy.

Though Qin Yu was well-versed in the Lotus Platform Realm, he dared not be careless; restraining his mind, he focused with all his being upon the Golden Core within his Dantian.

Within his Golden Core, a mighty force took hold, devouring the flood of Spiritual Qi—and under the torrential influx, the perfected core began to form faint cracks.

Each fracture birthed waves of agony; had his will wavered ever so slightly, the pain alone would have been enough to cast him into unconsciousness.

But Qin Yu merely tightened his brow, unshaken, channeling all his focus to the Free Creation Divine Technique, guiding his True Essence toward metamorphosis.

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