Divine Root Bone

Crimson blood dripped onto the engraving in the center of the stone platform. In an instant, an unparalleled power that could shatter eternity erupted, and a dazzling golden pillar of light pierced through the dome of the stone chamber, soaring straight into the void beyond the heavens. This was the earth-shattering holy might that everyone on the entire battlefield outside had sensed.

The entire towering stone chamber trembled violently, the stone patterns on the ground cracked layer by layer, and the five colossal stone statues, each a hundred feet tall, shimmered with a faint golden light, their bodies shaking and trembling incessantly. Before Zhang Yang could regain his composure, the five ancient statues did not collapse with a crash. Instead, as if they had suddenly lost their support after enduring countless years of wind and frost, they gradually weathered and dissolved along their outlines, their stone bodies turning into a sky full of fine golden-gray dust, which drifted away with the wind. In just a few breaths, they were completely dissolved, leaving not even a trace of stone fragments.

Before the stone statue had completely dissipated, a vertical, flowing golden light suddenly shot out from the spot where blood had dripped from the stone platform, hovering in the void from top to bottom. Five powerful, ancient characters appeared one after another:

Reverse, trace back, vast sky, dome, point.

Without the slightest pause, the gilded characters transformed into a slender golden ray that pierced straight into Zhang Yang's brow.

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A tearing tremor suddenly came from the depths of his soul, and his meridians and divine-grade bones resonated violently in unison. The scene before his eyes instantly distorted and faded, and his vision went black, completely losing his perception of the stone chamber.

Once his consciousness returned, Zhang Yang found himself in a boundless, grayish-white void. Thin, hazy grayish-white mist floated between them. There were no sun, moon, or stars, no mountains or rivers, only a monotonous and desolate grayish-white expanse all around.

Without needing anyone to tell him, a stream of Daoist information was imprinted deep within his soul, clearly indicating the name of this place.

【The Realm of Time Reversal】

A gray-white space that holds sway over time and flows backward.

Through layers of mist, he saw five identical fruits floating deep within the fog, arranged in order from far to near, their sizes increasing layer by layer, each one more beautiful than the last. The fruits were crystal clear, with what appeared to be a slowly flowing galaxy within, and blue, purple, silver, and gold starlight swirling and shimmering inside the flesh, a truly magnificent sight.

However, the layers of gray-white mist blocked his view, and the distance was too great. No matter how intently he gazed, he could not clearly see the complete appearance of the spirit fruit. Its outline was hazy, and he could only vaguely glimpse the starlight and river light, unable to grasp any clear details.

In a daze, a spiritual fruit of suitable size automatically broke free from the thick fog and slowly floated to within inches of him. The thin fog that had blocked his vision dissipated on its own, and his touch was no longer obstructed. Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, raised his hand and firmly grasped the spiritual fruit. The moment his palm touched the cool and moist peel, a massive amount of insights into the Great Dao regarding time, reversal, and origin flooded into his mind.

A massive influx of information about techniques and secrets rushed into Zhang Yang's mind like a burst dam. It was a strange power that had been accumulating for countless ages, far exceeding the spiritual limit that a Qi Refining cultivator could bear. It was something that he, at his current eighth level of Qi Refining, could not withstand.

In an instant, excruciating pain swept over his head, and bright red blood seeped from all seven orifices at the same time. His vision blurred violently, and the meridians in his body were so taut that they were almost about to break. It was as if an unparalleled being forcibly poured billions of complex memories into his soul. The swelling pain and tearing sensation swept over his entire body. Zhang Yang's body stiffened, and he lost all strength to even raise his hand. He could only let the powerful Daoist rhyme wash over his sea of ​​consciousness.

After an unknown period of torment, the flood of information that rushed into my mind slowly calmed down and settled, leaving clear rules imprinted deep within my soul.

Zhang Yang finally figured out the secret behind it:

Five Star River Spirit Fruits hidden in the mist, each corresponding to a complete set of finger techniques.

【Reversing the Heavens Finger】

The entire set of finger techniques consists of five moves, each stronger than the last, with power increasing exponentially and ferocity surpassing the previous one. Currently, he can only unlock the first move. The entry threshold for this divine ability is only the Foundation Establishment Realm. The higher the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation level, the more abundant the spiritual energy reserves within the body, and the more freely and smoothly it can be used.

Furthermore, the first move has an advanced form, which can only be unlocked upon reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment. The advanced version is virtually unbeatable among its peers, but the cost is the instant depletion of all one's spiritual power. After a single strike, the body's spiritual power is exhausted, leaving no power to protect oneself. The margin for error is extremely low, and it should never be used lightly except in life-or-death situations. The higher one's cultivation level, the greater the reduction in spiritual power consumption and physical backlash when using this finger technique. Moreover, each of the five finger techniques, when activated, will trigger the Dao of Time and Space, generating completely different phenomena of primordial spirit and physical transformation, with a unique transformation technique appearing simultaneously with the finger technique.

After reading the complete message, Zhang Yang was shaken and deeply shocked. Although his cultivation was short, he had never seen such a domineering and heaven-defying divine power. Just by deducing the power of the first move in his mind, he could sense the terrifying power that could tear apart time and stagnate the air, far surpassing all ordinary cultivation techniques in the world.

Suppressing his restless emotions, Zhang Yang immediately focused his mind and guided his spiritual energy to circulate throughout his body according to the first movement's method, attempting to comprehend this heaven-defying divine finger technique.

The moment the Daoist energy of the finger technique entered his body, excruciating pain shot through his meridians. He possessed a divine-grade root bone, a rare find in ten thousand years, and his comprehension and physical endurance were already unparalleled in the Cangxuan Continent, far surpassing cultivators with top-grade and superior root bones. Yet, even so, his meridians could not withstand the violent power of the spacetime finger technique, and many meridians felt like they were on the verge of shattering.

Zhang Yang suddenly realized: This set of finger techniques is not something that ordinary cultivators can touch. Even those with top-grade root bones would have their meridians shattered and their bodies destroyed if they tried to cultivate it. Only those with divine-grade root bones have a slight chance of cultivating it.

As excruciating pain swept through his body, the black jade on his chest spontaneously emerged, its warm and scalding golden light flowing around him. The gentle power enveloped his damaged meridians, gradually neutralizing the tearing backlash from the finger technique's power and easing the piercing pain.

With the continuous nourishment and protection of the black jade, Zhang Yang circulated his spiritual energy again and again, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain in his meridians, gradually mastering the first move. After countless repetitions, he finally thoroughly mastered the first move of the "Reversing the Heavens Finger," and the divine seal was firmly imprinted on his dantian. He had already roughly grasped this ancient finger technique.

Just when Zhang Yang felt he had almost grasped the meaning.

The white, time-traveling space before my eyes began to blur and peel away layer by layer, the spatial barriers slowly opening and disappearing.

Zhang Yang's figure flickered, and he landed back inside the towering, empty giant stone chamber.

The five strange stone statues, each a hundred feet tall, had all weathered away and vanished, leaving only a thin layer of golden-gray dust on the ground. The places where the five statues had stood were now empty, with no trace of the majestic statues remaining. Only faint golden Dao patterns remained, indicating the ancient past when the five ancient statues had stood there.