Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Chen Xing did not answer.

He took a step forward, and his third eye opened completely.

Golden divine light shone in his pupils, and the immobilization spell was released in that instant—

Invisible ripples of law pierced through the void.

The Windbow Hunter's movements were frozen for half a breath due to the impact of the immobilization spell.

Even the laws flowing around him paused for a moment.

In that instant, the golden cudgel crashed down from the sky.

The staff was imbued with the power of eight laws: golden light, lightning, flames, starlight, and spatial ripples.

Green light of life, dark light of reincarnation,

The storm's azure light intertwined with the staff, forming a dazzling river of light.

It slammed head-on into the Windbow Hunter's bow.

The longbow broke in the middle, and the patterns of laws on its surface shattered under the impact.

The arrow lost control in mid-air and dissipated into vacuum fragments.

Chen Xing stood in front of him, his golden cudgel pointing diagonally at the ground, the light on the cudgel slowly receding.

When he spoke, his voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight:

"The rules have changed—now, I'm in charge."

The Windbow Hunter stared at the broken longbow and remained silent for a moment.

He looked down at the bow handle in his hand, then looked up at Chen Xing.

Then he raised his hand, and the dark blue token flew off the bronze door.

The token fell into Chen Xing's hand; it was warm to the touch.

The surface texture lit up slightly the moment it touched his palm.

His voice carried a sense of resigned acceptance:

"You're right. The rules are set by the winner. The token is yours."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the depths of the vacuum rift.

The gray-white robe fluttered in the dark purple vortex.

Two other figures followed closely behind, disappearing into the dark purple vortex as if they had never existed.

Chen Xing looked down at the token in his palm—it was dark blue all over.

The surface is engraved with ancient divine patterns representing the laws of wind, the patterns flowing in the light.

It feels warm to the touch, like holding a piece of warm jade.

Su Tao walked to his side and looked at the token in his palm.

A peach petal fluttered gently on her shoulder: "Is this the relic of the ancient god?"

Mu Xiyan walked up from behind, her gaze lingering on the token for a moment.

His voice carried a sense of composure born of experience:

"I just examined it, and there are three seals of energy on this token."

The sealing technique is very ancient; it must have been set up by an ancient god himself.

It requires passing three trials to activate its full power.

Simply possessing it is not enough. You have only passed the first hurdle.

Chen Xing stored the token in his mind's eye, then turned to look at the giant bronze gate floating in the void.

The wind-elemental patterns on the facade flowed in the starlight, like living things breathing:

"Then let's solve it."

He walked towards the bronze door with steady steps.

The five people behind him followed silently, their footsteps echoing in the void.

The bronze door slowly opened as the group approached, emitting a deep, rumbling sound.

A bluish-white light shone through the crack in the door, interspersed with fine particles of wind-elemental laws.

Like countless fireflies dancing in the air.

Behind the door lies a colossal space condensed from the laws of wind, its dome formed by flowing vortexes.

The wind whirls slowly overhead, emitting a low whistling sound.

Fine wind patterns swirled across the ground, their lines spreading outwards like ripples on water.

Each step creates a ripple of the laws governing the movement.

A semi-transparent figure floated in the center of the space—the remnant soul of an ancient wind god.

His face looked as if it had been eroded by the wind for thousands of years; his features were blurred, yet they possessed a gentle sharpness.

Her figure swayed slightly in the wind, her voice like the wind passing through a canyon.

Carrying a sense of vicissitude spanning ten thousand years:

"The fact that you've made it this far means you've passed two tests—the courage to break through the vacuum barrier."

And the strength of the Vacuum Hunter. In the past ten thousand years, only a handful of people have been able to pass these two tests.

He looked at Chen Xing, his gaze like the wind brushing across a hillside.

Gentle yet penetrating,

"But the third test is not fighting."

He paused, his voice echoing in the empty space.

Each word was like the tinkling of wind chimes, crisp and melodious: "It's an answer to a question."

The voice of the remnant soul of the ancient god continued to echo in the empty space.

It's as if the wind is telling an ancient story:

"Why did you take this token and open the door to the Myriad Ruins Starfield?"

I've asked this question to many people.

Some say it's for power, some for wealth, some for revenge. What about you?

Chen Xing stood before the remnant soul of the ancient wind god, remaining silent for a moment.

Five figures stood behind him—Su Tao's peach petals fluttered gently behind him.

Golden petals danced in the wind; Lei Qingyue's lightning rings shone in the dim light.

Six-colored arcs of electricity leaped between the rings; Shen Yan stood holding his spear, his icy blue eyes fixed on the remnant soul of the ancient god;

Jian Wuhen's greatsword leaned against his side, the runes on the blade glowing faintly in the wind;

The star patterns on Mu Xiyan's skirt flowed, and the pale purple light swayed in the wind.

His voice wasn't loud when he spoke, but it was clearly audible in the vast, windy space.

Like a pebble thrown into an empty valley, creating echoes:

"So that those behind me don't have to squeeze onto a narrow path anymore."

This road is too narrow; it can't hold too many people. I need to widen it.

The remnant soul of the ancient wind god watched him silently.

Those eyes, eroded by the wind for ten thousand years

For the first time, a kind of light, resembling a smile, appeared.

It was as if the wind had softened for a moment.

Then he raised his hand, and a bluish-white light flew from his fingertips.

Like a gentle breeze, it merged into the token.

The three seals on the token shattered simultaneously, producing a crisp cracking sound.

A complete surge of ancient wind god power flowed into Chen Xing's body.

At the edge of the astral plane, it condensed into a perfect imprint of the wind elemental law.

A bluish-white pattern lit up in the astral plane, standing alongside the other eight laws.

The Great Perfection of the Qingfeng System Laws.

Chen Xing gripped the token tightly, feeling the complete wind element law flowing through his body.

Like a gentle breeze flowing through your meridians, it brings an unprecedented sense of lightness.

When he spoke, his voice was calm, yet carried a calmness like the calm before a storm.

His gaze fell upon the depths of the star field beyond the bronze gate: "The Myriad Ruins Star Field—it's time to go in."