Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

With a thought, the Silence Sword hovered in front of him. In addition to the original deathly sword intent, the sword now possessed the vastness of stars and the ever-changing void, making its power incomparable to what it once was.

At the same time, he began to organize the storage artifacts he had obtained from Zhao Qianshan, the Netherworld Messenger, and others. There were quite a few spirit stones, materials, and pills, but what concerned him more were some scattered information jade slips.

One of the jade slips, from Zhao Qianshan, recorded part of his communication with the Heavenly Court, mentioning a term called "Starfall Project," which seemed to be related to the annihilation of this meteorite plain and even the ancient star palace. The Heavenly Court was paying close attention to this place. Another jade slip, from the Netherworld Messenger, mentioned that the Netherworld Sect was secretly constructing a "Nine Netherworld Revolving Wheel Array" in the Northern Region. Its purpose was unknown, but it was clear that its ambitions were not small.

"Project Starfall... the Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Array..." Fu Shaoping's eyes flashed, sensing that the waters of the Northern Region were deeper than he had imagined. It seemed that both the Heavenly Court and the Netherworld Sect had significant schemes in this place.

Half a month later, Mu Wanqiu had fully recovered from her injuries, and as a result, her Ice Lotus Sword Intent had become even purer, faintly touching the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage. When she awoke, she saw Fu Shaoping, whose aura had become increasingly unfathomable, and a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

Fu Shaoping also shared the information he had gathered with her.

"It seems the Northern Region has become the eye of the storm." Mu Wanqiu's expression was solemn. "We must send the message back to the sect as soon as possible so that the sect leader and master can prepare in advance. At the same time, we must also find out the true purpose of these two major forces."

Fu Shaoping nodded: "I have a way to contact the sect." He took out the inheritance mark of the Starry Sky Pavilion Master. With its special fluctuations, combined with the secret method of the Northern Star inheritance, he could transmit encrypted information to another sub-mark in the Azure Profound Sect. This was a backup plan left by the Starry Sky Pavilion Master and the ancestors of the Azure Profound Sect, which was extremely secretive.

He recorded everything about the situation in the Northern Region, Zhao Qianshan's betrayal, his own Nascent Soul formation, and his speculations about the "Starfall Project" and the "Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Array" into his mark, and then activated it.

A faint ray of starlight pierced through layers of rock and space, heading towards the distant Qingxuan Sect.

"The message has been sent. Next, we'll have a good meeting with them here in the Northern Region." Fu Shaoping stood up, his aura contained yet seemingly fused with the chaotic stellar power of the entire Meteor Plain.

"Senior sister, would you be willing to stir up some storms with me in this Northern Region?"

Mu Wanqiu released a slight burst of Ice Lotus Sword Intent, causing specks of ice crystals to condense in the air. She smiled, her expression both cool and resolute: "It is my wish, I dare not ask."

The two exchanged a smile, their hearts in perfect harmony.

The next moment, they left the temporary outpost, like dragons emerging from the abyss, once again plunging into the vast snowstorms and undercurrents of the Northern Region. Only this time, the roles of hunter and prey had quietly been reversed.

Fu Shaoping's Void Star Nascent Soul has been initially formed; the time has come for him to test his sword in the Northern Region!

Okay, let's continue with the Northern Regions saga of Fu Shaoping and Mu Wanqiu:
Leaving the underground mine, Fu Shaoping and Mu Wanqiu did not rush to reveal their whereabouts. Fu Shaoping enveloped the two of them with the power of the void, their figures almost turning into nothingness, shuttling between the intricate energy turbulence and spatial folds of the Meteorite Plain. Even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to detect their existence unless they deliberately scanned inch by inch with their divine sense.

“Let’s investigate the ‘Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Array’ first,” Fu Shaoping transmitted his voice, his gaze sharp as a sword. “The Netherworld Sect acts in secret. This array must be extraordinary for Zhao Qianshan to specifically mention it in the jade slip. If we can destroy it, it will definitely disrupt their plans.”

Mu Wanqiu nodded in agreement: "The Netherworld Sect and the Heavenly Court are not a united front. If we can make them distrust each other, or even clash, it will be more advantageous for us."

Fu Shaoping, relying on the scattered clues obtained from the jade slip of the Netherworld Messenger, combined with his keen perception of energy flow, especially his sense of the desolate and cold aura of the Void, tracked the way.

Several days later, they arrived at the northwestern edge of the Meteorite Plains, a perilous place called "Valley of Burial Winds." This place was perpetually swept by a bone-chilling, eerie wind, its mournful cry like the wails of ghosts, easily dispelling the protective aura of even a Golden Core cultivator. The valley was permeated with a dense, ghostly deathly aura, intertwining with the chaotic stellar energy of the Meteorite Plains itself, creating an extremely unsettling area.

"The core of the great formation should be deep in the valley." Fu Shaoping hovered above the valley entrance, his gray-silver nascent soul sensing the subtle yet immense fluctuations of the formation below. The fluctuations carried a strange suction force like reincarnation, and contained an extreme chill that could freeze the soul.

"The outer perimeter of the formation has concealment and defensive restrictions, and the strength is very high. It is at least the work of a Nascent Soul level cultivator." Mu Wanqiu scanned the area with her divine sense and pointed out several points where energy was abnormally concentrated.

“It’s alright.” Fu Shaoping’s fingertips circulated the power of the Void. “Even the strongest restriction has its foundation for ‘existence.’ But the Void can turn everything into nothingness.”

He instructed Mu Wanqiu to provide support from the outside, while he himself moved with lightning speed, blending into the shadows and silently approaching Burial Wind Valley. The concealment barrier at the valley entrance rippled slightly as he approached, attempting to warn and block him, but as that wisp of grayish Void Returning Power swept past, the barrier's spiritual light dissipated slightly, as if erased by an eraser, without causing any disturbance.

Fu Shaoping moved through several layers of restrictions as if they were empty, reaching the bottom of the valley.

The deeper one goes, the heavier the deathly aura becomes, even condensing into a gray mist, within which countless vengeful spirits seem to wail. In the center of the valley, a massive altar constructed of black bones and an unknown metal is already mostly complete! The altar is nine-sided, with a beating heart embedded in each corner—not a human heart, but the heart of an alien race radiating powerful demonic or spiritual energy! At the center is a slowly rotating, bottomless black vortex, emanating a strange power that draws the soul in.

Dozens of Netherworld Cult members were busy reinforcing the runes on the altar. Presiding over the formation were three powerful black-robed figures, all at the early Nascent Soul stage—the Netherworld Cult's "Wheel-Turning Dharma Kings"!
"The Nine Netherworld Wheel, guiding the Yellow Springs... using the hearts of all spirits as a guide, reversing Yin and Yang... what a grand scheme!" Fu Shaoping, concealed within the folds of the void, his eyes icy. He saw the malevolence of this formation; once fully completed, it would be enough to transform a thousand miles around into a ghost realm, forcibly drawing down a portion of the laws of the Netherworld to devour the flesh and souls of all living beings!

"We can't let them continue like this." Fu Shaoping's mind raced, and he launched a direct attack. Facing three opponents of the same level and numerous followers, even if he could win, it would be a fierce battle, and it would easily alert the enemy, allowing the Heavenly Court to gain an advantage.

His gaze fell on the "Hearts of All Spirits" embedded in the corner of the altar. These hearts were the key energy source for maintaining the operation of the formation, and also the relatively fragile link.

"Then you will reap what you sow."

Fu Shaoping subtly drew upon a wisp of the power of the Void, splitting it into dozens of gray threads thinner than a hair. Like living fish, these threads pierced through space, silently attaching themselves to the beating hearts. He did not detonate them immediately, but instead set up a delayed-trigger restriction. He also disguised a barely perceptible, pure, and vast stellar power as the primordial energy of a stray meteorite, mixing it into the Netherworld power at the core of the altar.

After doing all this, he quietly retreated and reunited with Mu Wanqiu.

"How is it?" Mu Wanqiu asked. "The seeds of disaster have already been sown in the formation," Fu Shaoping said calmly. "We just need to wait for the right moment and then give them a big gift. Now, it's time to find something for our friends in the Heavenly Court to do."

He took Mu Wanqiu with him, turned around and left the Burial Wind Valley, heading towards the direction Lei Zhen might have fled to, which was also an important stronghold of the Heavenly Court in the Northern Region—"Northern Cold City".

Three days later, at noon.

Inside the Valley of Burial Wind, the construction of the Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Array reached its most crucial moment. The three Reincarnation Dharma Kings simultaneously activated their magic power, attempting to imprint the final core rune into the black vortex in the center of the altar.

Just as the infusion of magical power reached its peak—

"Buzz!"

Those "Hearts of All Spirits" that Fu Shaoping had tampered with trembled violently! Their internal balance was quietly disrupted by the power of the Void Return, and they were also affected by the wisp of star power at the core, instantly generating an extremely unstable energy conflict!
"Not good!" The leader of the Dharma Kings' expressions changed drastically as he sensed the abnormality, but it was too late to stop it!
“Boom boom boom boom—!”

Continuous explosions resounded from every corner of the altar! Dozens of "Hearts of All Spirits" shattered simultaneously! A violent and chaotic energy instantly swept across the entire altar! The wisp of Returning to Nothingness power acted as a catalyst, accelerating the annihilation and loss of control of the energy!

The newly formed altar trembled violently, large swaths of runes vanished, and the black vortex in the center became extremely unstable, twisting wildly and even beginning to backfire on the three Dharma Kings who were presiding over the formation!

"Pfft!" The three Dharma Kings simultaneously coughed up blood, suffering severe injuries! The surrounding lower-level followers were instantly torn to shreds by the out-of-control energy tide!

The entire Burial Wind Valley shook violently, and the deathly aura of the underworld surged wildly. The enormous commotion even reached beyond the valley, causing an anomaly in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

Almost at the same time, thousands of miles away in the sky above Beihan City, Fu Shaoping and Mu Wanqiu appeared.

Fu Shaoping hovered in the air, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the entire Northern Cold City:

"Lei Zhen! Come out and face your death! Today, I, Fu Shaoping, will raze your Beihan City stronghold to the ground to avenge the day we were surrounded and killed!"

He did not conceal his aura. The pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage mixed with the vastness of the void stars and the deathly silence of the void, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, causing all the cultivators in the city to tremble violently!
Almost immediately, in the center of Beihan City, a figure enveloped in lightning soared into the sky—it was Lei Zhen, who had lost an arm and was pale-faced! Beside him were two Nascent Soul stage deputy envoys and a large number of Golden Core stage Sky Patrol Guards.

"Fu Shaoping! How dare you walk into my trap!" Lei Zhen was both shocked and furious. He was still recovering from his injuries and hadn't expected Fu Shaoping to be so arrogant as to come to his doorstep directly!
However, just as the two sides were on the verge of fighting—

"Report—!" A Sky Patrol Guard flew in hastily, his voice trembling: "Divine General! Urgent military intelligence! A massive energy explosion has occurred in the direction of Burial Wind Valley, suspected to be the 'Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Array' constructed by the Netherworld Cult... It's out of control! The Netherworld Cult has suffered heavy losses!"

Upon hearing the news, Lei Zhen and his two deputies' expressions instantly became incredibly complex! They naturally knew that the Netherworld Sect was constructing a grand formation, and had even secretly approved of it, intending to reap the benefits after its completion, or use it as a pretext to negotiate with the Netherworld Sect. Unexpectedly, the formation had malfunctioned at the crucial moment?!

Is it a coincidence? Or...

Lei Zhen suddenly looked at the composed Fu Shaoping opposite him, an incredulous thought surfacing in his mind: Could it be his doing?! He had just appeared here to attract attention, and then destroyed the Netherworld Sect's grand formation on the other side? How did he do that? Who are his accomplices?
For a moment, Lei Zhen was in a state of turmoil. He wanted to capture and kill Fu Shaoping immediately, but he was also worried about the changes in Zangfeng Valley. He was even more afraid that this was a ploy by Fu Shaoping to lure him away from the mountain or that there were other ambushes.

Seeing the other party's surprised and uncertain expression, Fu Shaoping knew he had achieved his goal. He sneered:
"It seems that Angel Lei is preoccupied with important matters and cannot spar today. Farewell!"

Having said that, before Lei Zhen could react, the spatial power fluctuated, and his and Mu Wanqiu's figures faded away, disappearing without a trace.

"Damn it!" Lei Zhen was so angry that he almost spat out another mouthful of blood, feeling like he had been completely played for a fool! He looked towards the direction of Burial Wind Valley, then at the place where Fu Shaoping had disappeared, his face turning ashen.

"Immediately send men to Burial Wind Valley to investigate the situation! Increase manpower and impose martial law on the entire city! Notify the Divine General that Fu Shaoping is as cunning as a devil and must be eliminated as soon as possible!"

This incident has made the situation in the Northern Region even more unpredictable. The Netherworld Sect's core formation has been destroyed, its strength has been weakened, and its already fragile cooperative relationship with the Heavenly Court is bound to crack. Furthermore, Fu Shaoping's elusive and unpredictable methods have made both major forces feel uneasy.

In the shadows, Fu Shaoping and Mu Wanqiu disappeared once again.

“The first step is complete.” Fu Shaoping’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Next, it’s time for us to take the initiative and find the truth behind the ‘Starfall Project.’ I have a feeling that the biggest secret of the Meteor Plains is about to be revealed.”

The Burial Valley incident, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a tidal wave in the Northern Region. The Netherworld Sect was furious; two of their three Wheel-Turning Dharma Kings were dead and one was seriously injured, their years of hard work destroyed in an instant. They blamed the Heavenly Court, believing it had secretly sabotaged the cause and intended to monopolize the benefits of Meteorite Plains. The Heavenly Court, however, was unable to defend itself. Although Lei Zhen suspected Fu Shaoping, he couldn't produce any evidence. In fact, Fu Shaoping's provocation at the gates of Northern Cold City only made him more suspicious.

The suspicion and friction between the two major powers escalated suddenly, and the atmosphere in the Northern Region became unprecedentedly tense. And this was exactly the result Fu Shaoping wanted.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fu Shaoping and Mu Wanqiu once again ventured deep into the Meteorite Plains. This time, their goal was clearer—to find clues to the "Meteorite Project" and uncover the truth behind the annihilation of the ancient star palace and the Heavenly Court's attention to this place.

Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged in a secluded meteorite crater, his hands lightly pressing the ground, and a gray-silver nascent soul appeared between his brows, forming a hand seal in sync with him.

"Guiding the North Star, tracing the origins of the void, pursuing the root and the branch, revealing!" (End of Chapter)