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

The spirit stood beside the altar, looking down at its hands—

Her hand was becoming more solid, no longer in that ambiguous state between reality and illusion.

Instead, it becomes more like a physical object, with even the fine skin texture visible on the fingertips.

She looked up, her silvery-white pupils reflecting the five people in front of her.

Her voice still retained that ethereal quality.

But it has a warmth that it didn't have before:

"I've been here for over 30,000 years. So long that I thought I'd stay here forever."

She looked at Chen Xing, his image reflected in her silvery-white pupils.

"Now that the sealing array has been repaired, can I—go with you?"

Qingya peeked out from behind Chen Xing, her bright green eyes sparkling.

The little finger pointed to the spirit's long, silvery-white hair:

"Can she come back to the Qitian Palace with us? Her hair is so beautiful! It's the color of the moon!"

Su Tao nodded slightly, the peach petals swirling gently between her fingertips:

"Her power is unique; she can simultaneously control two conflicting laws."

If they are willing to join, they will be a great help to the Qitian Palace.

Lei Qingyue withdrew the lightning ring, her voice still cold, yet carrying a hint of approval:

"You can control two conflicting laws; based on that alone, you are stronger than many cultivators."

"Now that you're here, you can spar with me."

Chen Xing looked at the Void Spirit, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"The doors to the Qitian Palace are open. You are welcome to come in anytime you wish."

Xu Ling lowered her head, her long, silvery-white hair slipping down her shoulder.

She whispered something, as if speaking to herself:

"Then I should give myself a name—I can't keep calling myself 'Xu Ling' forever."

Let's call it... Feng Nian. The wind of the ancient city of Fengyun, a tribute to the memories here.

Feng Nian raised his head, the outline of the ancient god's palace reflected in his silvery-white pupils:

"I know a route that can bypass most of the Vacuum Hunters' patrol areas."

Go directly to the back door of the ancient god's palace. Follow me.

She turned around and walked first toward the area formed by the broken laws.

The five followed behind, passing through the shattered fragments of laws.

The fragments automatically parted to the sides as she passed, as if making way for her.

To present a safe route to everyone.

Ahead, the outline of the ancient god's palace became increasingly clear in the void—

The palace that once belonged to the ancient god of wind is now awaiting its visitors.

The palace's dome shimmered with a bluish-white light, its surface covered with intricate patterns of wind-elemental laws.

Like a work of art that has been sealed away for thousands of years.

In the shadows of the palace, a dark figure, larger than any vacuum hunter before,

It was silently watching, its form almost blending into the surrounding void.

Only a pair of jet-black pupils gleamed faintly in the darkness.

……

Feng Nian led the five people through the area of ​​shattered laws and arrived at the back entrance of the ancient god's palace.

It was an archway cast from ancient bluish-white stone, its surface as smooth as a mirror.

It was covered with the imprints of the laws of the ancient wind gods.

Each mark flickered in and out of the light, like breathing.

It's as if they're telling something in some ancient language.

The ground around the archway was perfectly smooth, a stark contrast to the shattered fragments of laws scattered around it.

It's as if this archway, along with the land beneath it,

It was completely cut off from the battlefield ten thousand years ago by some force and solidified here.

But a line was already standing in the open space in front of the archway—

Six figures stood silently in the shadows, as if they had merged with the surrounding void.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Eye scanning them, their presence would be almost imperceptible.

The leader was wearing a long, silver-black robe formed from the laws of vacuum.

The hem of the robe fluttered without wind, like a flag waving in a vacuum.

His face was handsome but as pale as paper, and his pupils were pure black.

Like two abysses that devour light, their gazes held a tranquility born of long years.

His body was circulated with a complete cycle of the vacuum law.

Its aura was at the lower level of the nineteenth realm, making it the strongest existence Chen Xing encountered in the Myriad Ruins Starfield.

When he spoke, his voice seemed to vibrate as if the void itself were vibrating.

Every word carries a profound resonance:

"You repaired the seal in the ancient city of Fengyu."

He wasn't asking a question; he was stating a fact.

Chen Xing met his gaze. His Heavenly Eye detected the vacuum core within Chen Xing's body, which was slowly consuming its own laws—

He is replacing his origin with the laws of vacuum, like a silkworm spinning its cocoon.

But the cocoon will never break open again.

The wind elemental laws within him were almost completely depleted; the last wisp was like a candle flickering in the wind.

It could go out at any moment. When Chen Xing spoke, his voice was calm: "You've been watching us the whole time."

The man in the silver robe nodded slightly, the movement extremely subtle.

"The law of vacuum covers most of the Wanxu Starfield."

As long as you are within this star system, I can see you.

I knew it the moment you stepped into the vacuum rift.

He turned to the side, pointing to the five figures behind him.

"My name is Xu Yuan."

They, like me, are symbiotic entities of the vacuum law.

We choose to embrace the vacuum rather than be swallowed by it—this is the choice we made 30,000 years ago.

His gaze fell on Feng Nian, and for the first time, his voice carried a hint of emotion.

"Feng Nian, you are still resisting the call of the vacuum."

You could become a more complete version of yourself, ten times stronger than you are now.

Yet they preferred to guard a crumbling sealing array—to guard an ancient city that should have long been blown away by the wind.

Feng Nian stood beside Chen Xing, her silvery-white pupils meeting his deep black eyes.

Without flinching: "Because I still remember who I am. Have you forgotten?"

Xu Yuan remained silent for a moment, something seemed to be churning in his dark pupils.

Then he looked away: "I remember. So I know even more clearly that a vacuum is the right path."

He looked at Chen Xing again.

"At the entrance to the ancient god's palace, there are now two teams that need to enter."

There is only one copy of the core legacy left behind by the ancient god of the wind element.

We all need it, but we have different purposes.

You want to use it to expand your territory and protect those behind you—

I want it to accelerate the spread of the Vacuum Law, giving more people the opportunity to 'evolve'.

Su Tao stood behind Chen Xing, her voice not loud but clear, carrying an unusual sharpness:

"The evolution you're talking about is turning humans into people like you?"

No name, no memory, only a shell of laws remains?

If you've even forgotten what the wind feels like, can you still call yourself alive?

A figure behind Xu Yuan spoke, his voice hoarse.

Like the echo after being eroded by a vacuum:

"We have preserved the memories. We have preserved the choices."

Vacuum grants us greater strength, longer lifespan, and a purer affinity for the laws of nature.

Isn't this evolution?

You cling to the old laws, yet you fail to see that the laws themselves are evolving.