Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Primal Tenfold Talent

"Who...who exactly are you?" Bai Yuefeng's voice was hoarse.

"Sword Sect, 19th Generation Disciple—Meng Jingrong!"

Meng Jingrong's eyes were icy cold. His longsword pointed towards the shore, its blade reflecting the panicked faces of the onlookers. "Tonight, Baidi City will be destroyed!"

Before he finished speaking, a streak of light suddenly shot into the sky from the shore.

Above the sky, a giant sword-shaped firework bloomed, its silvery brilliance illuminating the entire White Emperor City.

A hundred miles away from Baidi City, the same signal was raised again, and passed on in turn, like a relay race, all the way westward, reaching the depths of the Huaiyang Mountains.

Deep within the Huaiyang Mountains, hundreds of thousands of martial artists are already poised for battle.

They were clad in bright armor, their swords drawn, silent and menacing.

The mountain breeze rustled through the forest, the only sounds being the soft rustling of breath against the leaves.

The instant that sword-shaped signal came into view in the night sky—

The mountains were abuzz with excitement.

The shouts were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing through the forest, startling the roosting birds and sending them soaring into the sky.

"Brother, you really did it..."

As Meng Qinglan gazed at the distant fireworks, tears silently streamed down her face, dripping onto the cold rocks and spreading a dark hue.

Since Meng Wenyuan went missing, the brother and sister have relied on each other for survival for decades.

Looking back on the journey, I know best the joys and sorrows.

The Huaiyang Mountains echoed with the thunder of iron hooves.

Hundreds of thousands of troops surged forth like a raging torrent, breaking through the barriers of mountains and forests, covering the sky and heading straight for Jiangling.

The earth trembled under the iron hooves, and snow dust filled the sky.

......

On the shore of Crescent Lake, the disciples of White Emperor City realized that disaster was imminent and scattered in all directions, causing chaos on the shore in an instant.

Shouts, cries, and curses mingled together.

Bai Yuefeng looked at Meng Jingrong, her face growing even paler from blood loss.

He frowned and murmured, "Sword Sect?"

"I remember, the last remaining member of the Sword Sect should have been Meng Wenyuan, right?"

"That's my grandfather!"

Meng Jingrong was a transmigrator who was born into a family of sword sect members. His father and grandfather were both elders of the sword sect.

But before he turned four, a catastrophe struck.

The once mighty Sword Sect was reduced to ashes overnight.

During that catastrophe, only he, his grandfather Meng Wenyuan, and his sister Meng Qinglan managed to escape.

Having lingered on for more than a decade, Meng Jingrong still remembers that cold winter. The snow fell heavily, and the chill was so intense that even breathing felt like breathing ice.

On that day, his grandfather, Meng Wenyuan, also passed away...

......

"Die!" Meng Jingrong sprang up, so fast that only a few blurry afterimages remained, like a ghost skimming across the lake.

"Disciples of Baidi City...flee!" Bai Yuefeng roared angrily.

The physical attributes of the martial arts master at the pinnacle were fully unleashed, and the terrifying roar even caused noticeable air vibrations, with dense ripples spreading across the lake surface.

Hundreds of meters away on the shore, many leaves were shaken and fell to the ground.

The roar of Bai Yuefeng echoed for dozens of miles around Crescent Lake.

"when--"

Bai Yuefeng held the knife in his left arm with one hand, staggering.

Using the force of Meng Jingrong's sword strike, he plunged into Crescent Lake, his figure instantly swallowed by the turbid waves and vanished without a trace.

"Old man, you can't escape!"

With a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right, Meng Jingrong leaped into the lake and chased after Bai Yuefeng in the direction he had disappeared.

Beneath the surface of Crescent Lake, the mud and sand are murky and the water is dark and gloomy.

Bai Yuefeng worked desperately to excavate the mud and sand, constantly drilling deeper and deeper into the lake, the murky water concealing his tracks.

"Over here!"

Meng Jingrong's gaze was sharp, and the smell of blood in the lake water served as a guiding light.

His spear, sharp as a cone, swiftly carved along Bai Yuefeng's escape route, sending mud and sand flying as the two closed the distance between them.

"There's no escaping it..."

Bai Yuefeng clearly sensed that the terrifying aura behind him was like a leech, getting closer and closer.

"Since we can't escape, let's fight to the death!"

Having traversed the world for nearly a century, he knew that at this moment, only by putting himself in a desperate situation could he survive.

Even if it costs us our lives, we must leave a glimmer of hope for Baidi City.

Bai Yuefeng suppressed his fear and became as firm as a rock.

He hastily wrapped his bleeding wound with mud from the bottom of the lake, curled up like a cold, venomous snake, quietly lurking in the dark underwater passage, his aura completely concealed.

Deep underground, in the stillness, the air was bitterly cold, with only the faint sound of flowing lake water.

Meng Jingrong slowed his pace, and the speed at which he used his spear to cut through the mud and sand also decreased.

He held his longsword horizontally across his chest with his right hand, focused and vigilant, not missing a single slight movement.

Just as Meng Jingrong approached the entrance to the secret passage, a cold glint suddenly flashed!

Bai Yuefeng, like a lurking venomous snake, used a knife instead of a sword to stab Meng Jingrong in the back of the heart.

Meng Jingrong was prepared. He instantly twisted his body and lashed out with his spear like an angry dragon emerging from the sea.

But Bai Yuefeng had already planned this attack meticulously.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the tip of his knife deftly spun, dodging the spear's blow and instantly leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash on Meng Jingrong's ribs.

However, Bai Yuefeng's smile froze on his face before he could even open it, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

A cold, long sword had already pierced through his neck.

"Pfft!"

Meng Jingrong swung his sword and slashed.

Bai Yuefeng knelt at the bottom of the lake, his head flying off.

His eyes still held resentment, his lips were slightly parted, but before he could utter a sound, his body fell into the mud and sand and was buried by the lake water.

In an instant, the world fell into deathly silence.

In the underwater passageway, only the faint sound of flowing water and the ripples of spreading blood could be heard.

Meng Jingrong suddenly knelt down, his silver armor stained with blood.

More than thirty years of wandering and displacement, the bloody and tragic scene of the night of the massacre flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

His grandfather's hunched body stood firmly in front of him, his withered hand still tightly gripping the broken sword.

The red string he had tied himself when he was a child still fluttered on the sword tassel...

Scene after scene, as if it were yesterday.

"Finally... I got my revenge!"

With a sword and spear at his side, Meng Jingrong trembled as he reached out and gripped Bai Yuefeng's blood-stained head tightly in his hand.

More than thirty years of forbearance and dormancy.

At this moment, everything was released.

A blood-red lake reflects the waning moon, a long sword illuminates a solitary figure.

After thirty years of obsession, Meng Jingrong's heart was like a mirror cleansed of dust, clear and transparent.

Spiritual practice is not just a transformation of the body, but also a leap of the mind!

"Buzz!"

Countless spiritual energies from heaven and earth converged towards Meng Jingrong's body, and his sea of ​​consciousness expanded wildly!

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming suction force was generated in the core of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Collapse!

"Hoo hoo~~"

A large amount of true energy was compressed into droplets of water, which slowly formed a stream of water.

It's like being trapped in a black hole, swirling and gathering wildly, converging at the core point!

"Buzz!"

The entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled! All the true essence water flowed away.

The core of the sea of ​​consciousness is now reduced to a single sphere of light.

A halo surrounds the surface of the sphere, and its interior is composed of countless transparent crystals in the shape of "pyramids," densely packed together to form a miniature planet.

An invisible and strange fluctuation emanated from it.

The moment the energy of the light sphere radiates throughout the body.

Incredible changes have occurred in the body; bones, bone marrow, meridians, muscles, fascia, skin, and even genetic material are rapidly decomposing and recombining!

Meng Jingrong was shocked like never before.

It was as if his body, which had reached its limit and could no longer grow, instantly transformed into an "infant".

The bones, muscles, and internal organs of the whole body are undergoing fundamental changes!

This is a shift in the level of life!

"Whoosh—"

Meng Jingrong suddenly shot into the sky and hovered high in the air.

The wind and snow surrounded him, yet could not get close.

In the distance, the lights of Baidi City went out one by one in the wind and snow, and the entire city was sinking into darkness.

"This is... beyond the extreme realm?"

Meng Jingrong looked down at the lake and consciously sensed the 'energy sphere' in his sea of ​​consciousness!

The sphere of light flowed with a mysterious rhythm, as if it contained some kind of cosmic origin authority!

At this moment, he can manipulate the magnetic field around him at will, easily counteracting the planet's gravity. Flying is no longer a luxury, but an instinct as natural as breathing.

"Congratulations on breaking through to the Planetary level. System binding successful. Newbie gift pack automatically issued."

A calm voice echoed in my mind.

Meng Jingrong's eyes flickered slightly, and a thought crossed his mind.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom of an enormous pagoda appeared.

Even within his sea of ​​consciousness, with his omniscient perspective, he couldn't immediately determine the exact size of the pagoda.

As Meng Jingrong's consciousness slowly approached the tower, a vague message came through, and the seven large characters "Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Tower" appeared in his mind.

The characters are shaped like tadpoles, resembling dragons and snakes coiled together.

He had never seen it before, but the moment his eyes met it, its meaning surged into his heart like a brand.

The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda has seven floors. The majestic palace doors opened silently, and a tremendous gravitational force emanated from them.

Meng Jingrong's consciousness involuntarily flew towards the pagoda.

"What's going on? The pagoda is shrinking!"

As his consciousness drew closer, Meng Jingrong found that the pagoda was getting smaller and smaller in his eyes.

"No, it's me who's getting bigger."

When Meng Jingrong entered the pagoda, his height had reached one-tenth of the height of the hall entrance.

"Congratulations on obtaining ten times the original talent!"

A calm, still sound came from an ancient well.

In the center of the hall, a light screen lit up, revealing a series of nearly transparent data panels:

[Life Level: Planetary Level 1]

Power multiplier: 8

Gene ploidy: 1

Soul Will: Eternal Star

The pinnacle of skill: harmony between man and nature

Mystic level: None

"Planetary level...?"

Meng Jingrong muttered to himself, a hint of disorientation flashing in his eyes.

"So, I've actually transmigrated to a world that devours everything!"

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The primordial universe, a mysterious land of vibrant colors.

A man in white robes was bound by countless black chains. His eyes were as warm and gentle as jade, faintly reflecting the mysteries of the universe. His expression was calm and serene.

"We have been suppressed by the primordial universe for three thousand years. We were too impulsive back then."

Recalling the past, the man in white robes sighed softly, his voice deep and resonant, as if traversing countless ages, carrying endless melancholy and vicissitudes.

"A storm is brewing, but fortunately my secret technique, the 'Virtual Universe,' is now complete. Perhaps it can help our people weather this turbulent time."

Suddenly, the man in white frowned, feeling a slight, almost imperceptible stinging pain on the back of his neck.

This place is the origin of the primordial universe, a place even true gods cannot set foot in. As the strongest being in the cosmic sea, he could not possibly be mistaken.