Villain: My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

After scanning the cultivation techniques section of the system shop, Xie Zheng pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "There are quite a few cultivation techniques and magical treasures, but unfortunately, I don't need any right now."

With a swipe of his finger, he switched directly to the Talent and Divine Abilities section. This was the real currency; after all, cultivation techniques could be practiced, but talents were innate and could be exchanged later, which was practically a bargain.

Speaking of innate supernatural abilities, which cultivator in the Eastern Wilderness wouldn't be envious? Some possess powerful bloodlines, inheriting the formidable skills of their ancient ancestors; others have special physiques, wielding power from the moment they unleash their power. In short, they come in all shapes and sizes, with no fixed formula, and most are innate, something one can't acquire later in life even if one tries.

But the system is ridiculous. As long as you have enough Destiny Points, you can exchange them the day after tomorrow. Xie Zheng found it more and more interesting as he looked at it, and he swiped his finger across the interface.

He touched the tip of his nose, secretly pleased with himself: "My demonic heart and Daoist bones are abnormal enough. If it were someone else, the stronger talent would suppress the weaker one, and the two talents would clash with each other, possibly leading to a qi deviation. Only I can be compatible, otherwise I wouldn't be able to retain my Daoist bones."

The Dao Bone is something only the chosen ones possess; they are born with Dao runes inscribed on them. As long as they don't die, they are guaranteed to become supreme beings in the future. After all, the Great Dao is the greatest, and even the Heavenly Dao has to step aside before it.

But what kind of person is Xie Zheng? He's insatiable to the core; how could he be satisfied with just this little bit of achievement?

Before long, his gaze was fixed on a talent, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Innate divine thought?" He murmured, tapping his fingertip on it. "Tsk, that sounds impressive enough. So, it's a primordial spirit cultivated from birth?"

This talent is truly outrageous. The person who possesses it has a primordial spirit power that far surpasses that of their peers. Even in the Upper Realm, I have never heard of anyone with this ability.

It should be known that the path of the primordial spirit is the most mysterious. The techniques that can forge the primordial spirit are treasured by every lineage. Xie Zheng is exactly lacking such a primordial spirit talent that can support him.

His eyes darted around, and he began to calculate: "The Devouring Immortal Demon can devour the origins of all kings, and it can also devour primordial spirits. If it's combined with the thoughts of this innate deity, wouldn't that be a powerful alliance? Maybe it can even take us to a higher level."

But upon seeing the price tag, his face fell, and he complained, "Damn, so expensive? A thousand points of Destiny Points could buy several Saint-level cultivation techniques!"

But he only complained for a second before immediately deciding, "Forget it, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. It's only a thousand points, it's worth it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clicked "redeem".

A surge of pure energy coursed through his body, and the next second, a thunderous roar echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if the heavens and earth were being created. Chaotic energy filled the air, the Daoist chants resounded, golden lotuses bloomed, and immortal energy swirled around, dazzling Xie Zheng.

In the blink of an eye, a magnificent, dark, and cold celestial palace rose from the ground in his sea of ​​consciousness. In the center of the palace, a small primordial spirit sat upright with a cold and profound expression. The aura of overlooking the ages was exactly the same as Xie Zheng's usual cunning and ruthless nature.

Xie Zheng couldn't help but chuckle softly, tapping the table with his fingertips. His tone was full of smugness: "This is the innate divine thought? My primordial spirit power has increased at least a hundredfold, awesome!"

This feeling of soaring power and complete control was simply addictive. He finally understood why so many people in fantasy worlds risked their lives to pursue supreme power; only those who experienced it knew the feeling.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Ten thousand miles away from the Tai Xuan Holy Land, it was as lively as a temple fair.

In the sky, streaks of light and divine rainbows streaked across the horizon, and countless powerful figures surged in from all directions. Some rode magnificent flying boats, some sat in domineering divine chariots, and others rode ferocious beasts with bared fangs and claws, their auras so powerful that they could shatter the clouds.

These forces are all powerful, including ancient holy lands that are on par with the Tai Xuan Holy Land and have been passed down for tens of thousands of years; as well as dynasties that hold the power of life and death and ancient families with profound foundations. They are all overlords in the Eastern Wilderness.

On a mountaintop, an old man in white robes stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, yet his eyes held an undisguised greed as he stared intently in the direction of the Tai Xuan Holy Land.

There, the mountains stretch endlessly, with divine islands floating in the air, shrouded in mist, and auspicious beasts roaming about—truly a sacred and pure land.

The more the old man looked, the more excited he became. If they could swallow up the Tai Xuan Holy Land, their Yang Xu Holy Land would be able to firmly hold the number one position in the Eastern Wilderness.

"Is the news confirmed? Don't cause any trouble." The old man asked his disciple behind him without turning his head, his tone carrying a hint of authority.

An elder from the Yangxu Holy Land hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and reported: "Reporting to the Supreme Elder, the information is absolutely correct! Last time, when the Taixuan Holy Land conferred the title of Holy Son, our spies reached the back mountain and discovered that their Supreme Elder's aura had long since vanished; he has most likely passed away!"

"Good! Good! Good!" The white-robed elder exclaimed three times, stroking his beard and grinning from ear to ear. "I've brought all my old comrades from the clan this time, precisely to seize this opportunity and uproot the Tai Xuan Holy Land!"

In his eyes, the Tai Xuan Holy Land, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, is about to be removed from the Eastern Wilderness.

At this moment, another elder stepped forward, his expression somewhat hesitant: "Supreme Elder, there's something I need to tell you. Rumor has it that the Tai Xuan Holy Land has recently been getting very close to a mysterious young man, and that young man's background seems quite terrifying..."

The white-robed elder scoffed and waved his hand dismissively: "I already knew about this trivial matter. He's just a young punk. Even if he has a powerful background, what can he do? Look around here, how many forces are watching the Tai Xuan Holy Land? Can he, alone, stop all of us?"

At this point, he changed the subject, his eyes becoming more meaningful, and his tone softening: "Besides, my granddaughter has been talking about a certain boy for years. I heard that boy is being held captive by the Tai Xuan Holy Land."

He shook his head, feigning regret: "This Tai Xuan Holy Land is truly blind. They didn't cherish such a genius, but instead dared to imprison him. They deserve to be destroyed today."

The elders behind him quickly chimed in, "The Supreme Elder is right! Once we destroy the Tai Xuan Holy Land, we can not only absorb their resources but also rescue that prodigy and curry favor with Miss—a win-win situation!"

The white-robed elder laughed heartily, then waved his hand: "Enough with the nonsense, pass down the order! All forces, prepare to attack the Tai Xuan Holy Land in half an hour!"

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Tai Xuan Holy Land, Xie Zheng was sitting with his legs crossed, playing with the Domain-Breaking Talisman in his hand. Listening to his subordinates' report, a cunning smile appeared on his lips: "Oh? So many forces have come in groups to deliver themselves to their deaths? Perfect, I just exchanged my Innate God's Thoughts, and I haven't had a place to test my skills yet."

He flicked his finger, and the talisman floated in the air before falling back into his hand: "Tell the people below not to panic. Let them come as they please. Today, let them see what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot."

The disciple standing nearby turned pale: "Young Master Xie, the combined strength of those forces is simply too great. Can we...can we withstand them?"

Xie Zheng glanced at him sideways, his tone both irritating and confident: "Can't stop it? Have you forgotten that your Holy Land's Supreme Elder was 'invited' away by me?"