Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Primal Tenfold Talent

Just as the primordial being was puzzled, countless seven-colored light spots flew out from his body, gradually condensing into a dense seven-colored light cluster, its radiance blazing, flowing with a profound life rhythm, slowly appearing in the pagoda.

Within the magnificent Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, a wisp of purple divine light quietly rose.

In an instant, endless auspicious clouds rose, golden lotuses bloomed everywhere, auspicious energy filled the air, and celestial music resounded...

The purple-gold divine light silently merged into the seven-colored light cluster...

"Talent acquired successfully..."

"The original ancestor's tenfold talent has been injected into the gene chain."

As the system notification sounded, Meng Jingrong felt his soul tremble suddenly.

An ultimate sense of comfort, originating from the very source of life, swept over my entire body, far exceeding the sensation I experienced when breaking through to the planetary level by tens of millions of times.

The consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness instantly dissipated, and the senses returned to the physical body.

The world before his eyes suddenly changed—countless colorful points of light floated around him, densely packed, as if he were in a vast galaxy.

suddenly--

The space around Meng Jingrong began to fluctuate and distort. With a hint of surprise on his face, he slowly closed his eyes.

Within a radius of a hundred feet around him, all the drifting snowflakes stopped, and even the howling night wind seemed to have been paused.

Space freezes at this moment.

"So, above the ultimate martial arts realm of 'harmony between man and nature' lies the realm of domains."

Meng Jingrong suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes appeared a distorted image of space breaking apart, as if the stars of the universe were floating and sinking.

"Ha ha!"

A hearty laugh pierced the air, causing the snow on the branches to fall in a flurry.

Cheng Molin, holding a dark red metal staff, came laughing as he trudged through the snow, his voice echoing across the land, his tone full of exhilaration.

"Brother Jingrong, the twenty-nine elders and core disciples who remained in Baidi City have all been dealt with!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Cheng Molin looked up and saw Meng Jingrong standing in mid-air, surrounded by a faint golden halo, like a black hole that devours everything, with all things in the world submitting to him.

He felt a sudden roar in his mind, the world vanished, and all that remained in his eyes was that god-like and demonic figure.

At this moment, Meng Jingrong was the center of heaven and earth, a god who transcended all things.

"Big brother, you've worked hard."

Meng Jingrong's voice flowed like a clear spring, dispelling the biting chill of the winter night.

The black hole before Cheng Molin's eyes dissipated, snowflakes began to fall again, and the night wind howled once more.

But he no longer dared to look Meng Jingrong in the eye. It was an absolute oppression that came from the level of life itself, like an ant looking up at a dragon, or dust looking up at the stars, feeling small and powerless.

"Jingrong, you... you've broken through that step?"

As the Grand Elder of Zuowang Peak and a powerful expert at the extreme level, Cheng Molin had a keen eye and instantly guessed the truth.

"With sufficient preparation, everything will fall into place naturally."

Meng Jingrong smiled calmly, took a step, and was in front of Cheng Molin without any ripples, as if he had never moved at all.

Cheng Molin stared blankly at Meng Jingrong in front of him, his expression complex and hard to describe. There was shock, joy, admiration, relief, and a trace of uncertainty about the future.

Finally, he slowly raised his head, gazing at the swirling snowflakes, and sighed, "The Nine Provinces Continent... this time, the world is truly about to change!"

.......

This is a vast divine kingdom, where towering trees block out the sun, forming a lush and verdant world.

The Phoenix Goddess was breathtakingly beautiful.

She stood quietly on the branches of the giant tree, sighed softly, and looked down at the ground below.

A graceful figure was standing under the giant tree.

She was slender and tall, with long, black hair that reached her ankles. Her pointed ears, slightly protruding from the sides of her head, were covered with a layer of white down, making her skin look like solidified cream. Her figure was graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind.

At this moment, she looked up respectfully at the Phoenix God Messenger on the tree.

"Xi Yue, you are the most brilliant genius in the history of the Fengwu Clan. In less than 80,000 years, you have surpassed all the current Realm Lords of the clan!"

The Phoenix God Envoy gazed at the disciples beneath the tree, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Thanks to the teacher's guidance."

Xi Yue's voice was clear and melodious, like jade beads rolling onto a jade plate.

The Phoenix God Envoy gazed at his disciple with a smile, his expression gradually becoming solemn. "Today, your teacher bestows upon you a truly immense opportunity. Perhaps in the distant future, you too may become a pillar of the human race!"

Before he finished speaking, the two items were already thrown at Xiyue.

A mysterious, radiant pearl, and a dried leaf tens of meters in size.

.......

A single page of history has been written, and time and space have changed.

Four thousand years later.

Ziwei Star, Jingzhou, deep in the Huaiyang Mountains.

A blood-red fighter jet streaked across the sky like a meteor falling to earth, hovering rapidly a hundred feet above the cliff top.

The hatch slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a light blue outfit stood suspended in mid-air, his eyes piercing as he surveyed the rugged mountains in all directions.

Another man, slightly younger, followed closely behind, his eyes revealing his unease.

"Master, your disciple Lin Youfeng has come to pay his respects."

The middle-aged man bowed deeply, his posture solemn, his voice booming like a morning bell or evening drum, echoing through the mountains and forests, startling a flock of roosting birds.

"Come in."

Above the canopy of that towering ancient pine tree standing on the cliff edge, the space was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating layers of delicate ripples.

Then, a dazzling seven-colored passage gradually appeared in the ripples, with flowing rosy light and auspicious mist.

The passageway was surrounded by a dazzling array of seven-colored lights, which, though seemingly magnificent, concealed a world-destroying power.

At the end of the passage, the mist swirled, obscuring the view inside.

"The teacher's methods are becoming increasingly unpredictable."

Lin Youfeng took a deep breath and stepped into the passage first.

The younger man meticulously straightened his clothes, his expression a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

As the newly appointed leader of the Sword Sect, Yi An grew up listening to the legends of his founder.

Four thousand years ago, the seven super sects of Ziwei Star were embroiled in continuous warfare, the world was in turmoil and in decline, and the lives of ordinary people were as worthless as grass.

Amidst chaos and peril!

The patriarch appeared out of nowhere, first flattening the "White Emperor City", then breaking through to the planetary level in one fell swoop, sweeping across all sides, unifying Ziwei Star, and personally creating the Ziwei Star Federation.

From then on, the Sword Sect remained detached from worldly affairs, uninvolved in power struggles, and assumed the responsibility of oversight, checking and balancing the federal order to ensure the fair and transparent operation of the federation.

It was precisely because of this that the Ziwei Star ushered in a peaceful era that lasted for four thousand years.

Civilizations advance rapidly, technology flourishes, and all sorts of super-powerful weapons are incredibly powerful, even threatening star-level powerhouses.

Yi'an straightened her clothes before carefully stepping into the passage.

His expression was devout, like that of a pilgrim with firm steps.

Behind the colorful passage lies a hidden paradise.

As the dazzling light faded, a tranquil and mysterious cave world appeared before us.

The surrounding area is covered with lush vegetation, and the fresh air is filled with the fragrance of soil and flowers.

The stream babbles gently, its water crystal clear, with the occasional golden-scaled fish swimming by.

Two rustic wooden houses sit by the stream, without carved beams or painted rafters, built only with logs, exuding elegance in their simplicity.

On the bluestone ground in front of the wooden house, a young couple sat facing each other, playing chess.

Time seems to slow down here.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came, like an earth dragon turning over.

A colossal bird, as large as a mountain, with shimmering silver wings and a dazzling crimson crest, slowly turned its massive head, surveying the two uninvited guests with a lazy yet majestic gaze.

Not far from the giant bird.

On a metal wall several tens of feet wide, there were countless gunshot and sword marks.

Traces of the power of various laws can still be faintly seen.

"Teacher, this is Yi An, the new leader of the Sword Sect."

As soon as Lin Youfeng finished speaking, the young man knelt down: "Yi An, the 127th generation disciple of the Sword Sect, has come to pay respects to the Ancestor."

"Get up, your talent is not bad."

Meng Jingrong held the black pieces, nodded slightly, and then looked gently at Lin Youfeng: "Little Feng, it's been decades. Have you encountered any difficulties in your cultivation?"

Lin Youfeng perked up, realizing that this was a test from the teacher.

He took a deep breath. "This disciple is dull-witted. Thirty years ago, I finally stepped into the threshold of the fundamental law of metal, but I still have some confusion about the application of the law."

Lin Youfeng appeared calm, but his face betrayed his smugness.

"Little Wind".

Meng Jingrong smiled at him, "You've broken through to the seventh level of the Eternal Star Realm, the eighth level of the Domain, and comprehended the laws before you're even seven hundred years old. Don't you feel quite proud of yourself?"

Lin Youfeng scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, "I am indeed a little happy."

"Then I'll let you calm down."

Meng Jingrong continued to place his pieces with his head down, and a blurry phantom slowly peeled away from him and rose up.

He reached out and beckoned, and a withered branch from the stream slowly flew over from afar.

"I've suppressed my cultivation level to the ninth level of the planetary realm. If you touch my clothes or destroy this branch, you win," Meng Jingrong said.

"Teacher, are you really going to use this withered branch?" Lin Youfeng frowned. "Isn't that a bit too disrespectful to your disciple?"

"Didn't you want to know the extent of the teacher's understanding of the principles? Go ahead and ask."

Meng Jingrong looked at Lin Youfeng and said, "Now that you've stepped into the threshold of the laws, it's time for you to see what's what."

Although Lin Youfeng's talent is not as good as mine, he can still be considered a genius even in the vast universe.

Meng Jingrong placed high hopes on this disciple whom he had carefully nurtured since childhood.

Lin Youfeng's fighting spirit was burning.

Since I became his disciple, my teacher has always been unfathomable.

Now that I have finally grasped the fundamental law of metal, perhaps I can dispel the fog and see clearly just how strong my teacher really is!

"If only I could beat the teacher..."

Just as he was thinking of the most exciting part, Lin Youfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Put on your armor and take out your spear." Meng Jingrong looked at his disciple, who was grinning foolishly, with a puzzled expression.

"Fully armed against a commoner with tree branches, a seventh-tier eternal star against a ninth-tier planetary star?"

Lin Youfeng shook his head slightly, "Teacher, you're being far too confident. Well then, I won't hold back!"

As he spoke, Lin Youfeng appeared in a jet-black metal armor, holding a dark gold spear in his hand.

"Teacher, watch out!"

Lin Youfeng vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, the spear in his hand was only an inch away from Meng Jingrong's throat, but the tip of the spear was blocked by a withered branch.

A golden halo shimmered on the withered branches, and the space seemed to fold layer upon layer.

That inch of distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.