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

Feng Yun pushed open the tightly closed stone door, and the stone surface emitted a dull grating sound.

Behind the door was a small, secret room. The walls of the room were covered with inscriptions detailing cultivation techniques related to the wind element.

The handwriting was densely packed, some of which were personal reflections and insights.

Some are incantations for martial arts techniques, while others are explanations of formations.

Each stroke carries an ancient charm. A pure silver token—the Wind Token—floats in the center of the ground.

The surface of the token was covered with intricate patterns of wind-elemental laws.

The patterns are like a gentle breeze frozen in the token, flowing slowly.

Feng Yun stood at the doorway, not venturing any further inside.

It was as if the space behind the door did not belong to him:

"This Wind Token is one of the core legacies left behind by the ancient wind god."

With it, you can control most of the wind-related laws within the Myriad Ruins Starfield.

It could even withstand the erosion of the laws of vacuum. This was the last thing he left behind before his demise.

Chen Xing entered the secret room, stood in front of the wind token, and reached out to grasp it.

The wind-elemental token felt warm to the touch, and a complete surge of wind-elemental power flowed along his arm and into his body.

At the edge of the astral plane, it merged with the existing wind-based laws, like two rivers converging into one.

His aura surged for a moment.

The wind elemental laws formed a visible silver halo around him.

The halo swirled in the void, carrying a light yet sharp quality.

He closed his eyes, feeling the power flowing through his body.

Then he opened his eyes and spoke in a low voice:

"Its function is not just about manipulating the laws of wind—there's another layer to it."

He paused, his gaze falling on Feng Yun, his heavenly eyes glowing faintly deep within their pupils.

"It left a mark on you—you were once chosen by the ancient gods, weren't you?"

Thirty thousand years ago, the person he chose was you.

At that moment, Feng Yun's expression underwent a very faint change.

A slight ripple appeared, like water in a pond, but he quickly suppressed it.

He didn't speak, but his silence itself was an answer.

Su Tao's voice came from behind Chen Xing, carrying a calm, declarative tone:

"He chose to stay in the Myriad Ruins Starfield, not because he was guarding the city—"

It's because he also wants to protect the proof that he was once chosen.

This city was his last remaining connection with the ancient gods.

Feng Yun's lips twitched slightly, as if some emotion had just passed through them.

He pushed it back deep inside. Then he spoke, his voice returning to its usual calm.

But there was an extra, almost imperceptible warmth:

"You should go now."

The ancient god's palace is located in the deepest part of the Myriad Ruins Starfield.

The vacuum rift will expand to the edge of the ancient city in three days.

If you wish to enter the palace, you must arrive within three days. Do not waste time here.

Chen Xing absorbed the wind command into his mind and turned to look back at the way he had come.

Without hesitation in his eyes: "Then let's go. Three days is enough."

When the five people walked out of the courtyard, Feng Yun stood in the middle of the courtyard and did not follow them out.

But his voice came from deep within the courtyard, not loud but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

Like the wind passing through the corridor:

"The gates of the ancient city of Fengyun will remain open for you."

If you can't find your way back, just go with the wind.

Chen Xing didn't turn around. But his steps were a beat slower than when he came.

It's as if this is a response to that farewell.

The five of them retraced their steps and headed deeper into the Myriad Ruins Starfield.

Behind him, Feng Yun's figure stood in the courtyard, like a silent stone monument.

I watched their figures disappear at the end of the street.

Even in the alleyways of the ancient city devastated by the wind, the wind still blows.

It emitted a low, mournful sound, carrying with it thirty thousand years of loneliness and waiting.

……

After leaving the ancient city of Fengyun, the five traveled into the depths of the Wanxu Starfield for about two hours.

The view ahead gradually changed from a barren wasteland of broken stone slabs to a vast plain composed of silvery-gray sand.

The grains of sand flowed slowly in the void, as if stirred by some invisible hand.

Each step leaves a footprint that is slowly healing.

The sand grains at the edges of the footprints gathered towards the center as if they were alive, quickly smoothing out the marks.

A very faint buzzing sound filled the air.

It's like countless tiny sounds overlapping, whispering in your ear.

The content was inaudible, yet it gave me a strange sense of unease.

Xiao Xiao's voice came from the communication array, tinged with confusion:

"The readings of the laws here are very strange."

The concentrations of the wind law and the vacuum law are almost equal.

It's as if two forces have reached a delicate balance in this area.

I have never seen this kind of data before.

Mu Xiyan squatted down, picked up a pinch of silver sand with her fingers, and the sand grains flowed between her fingers.

It has a texture different from ordinary sand, like a ray of light flowing through your fingers rather than a solid.

She frowned slightly: "These grains of sand are not the product of stone weathering."

They are the remnants left behind after the laws condensed and disintegrated.

Someone is using the laws of vacuum to 'disassemble' this region into the most basic particle states.

Moreover, this dismantling process lasted for a very long time.

Qingya jumped off Chen Xing's back, her bare feet stepping onto the silver sand.

She looked down at the sand flowing around her feet, a glint of light flashing in her emerald green eyes:

"Master! Something is moving in this sand..."

They weren't insects, but tiny specks of light burrowing in and out of the sand.

Chen Xing did not speak, but opened his Heavenly Eye, and golden divine light pierced through the surface of the silver sand.

He saw a very faint presence moving about ten feet below the sand layer—

It was neither an ancient beast nor a remnant of a law, but a being never seen before.

Her aura blended the laws of wind and vacuum, creating a delicate balance within her.

The direction that aura was moving was precisely where they were.

Su Tao's petals glowed slightly:

"There is life below. Not plants, not wild animals—it looks like humanoid."

She's moving in our direction.

The five men simultaneously took a half step back, adopting a defensive posture.

Jian Wuhen's greatsword was slightly raised, and Lei Qingyue's lightning ring condensed into a wisp of electric arc at her fingertips.

The silver sand suddenly rose up about ten feet in front of the five people.

Like a sand dune lifted up by underground forces. Grains of sand slide down from the top.

A slender figure appeared—a girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her long, silver-gray hair reached her waist, and her pupils were pure silver-white, like two moons without pupils.

She wore a cloak woven from fragments of laws.

The fragments refracted a delicate luster under the light.

She walked barefoot on the silver sand, and the sand grains parted to the sides around her feet, as if making way for her.

Her voice carried an ethereal quality, somewhere between existence and non-existence.

It sounded like it was coming from a very far place:

"You...you carry the aura of Feng Yun. Did he send you?"

She tilted her head, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down her shoulder, her gaze lingering on Chen Xing.

"You still carry the scent of the ancient gods."

It was faint, but it was definitely there. You've seen him, haven't you?

P.S.: Wishing everyone happiness every day!