In the Earth Core Forbidden Zone beneath Stone Ridge Mountain, the dark purple radiance was so viscous it was almost solid.
Barefoot, Chu Qing stood on the crystalline sinew lying stretched out like a long dragon. Tremors pulsed against his soles at an incredible frequency, tens of thousands of silent booms every second. That was the sound of hundreds of thousands of cultivation paths being forcibly dismantled, ground down, and reconstructed inside him.
[Karma Points: -1,200,000] [Karma Points: -3,500,000]
The purple Profession Column suspended in the void had burned red-hot, its numbers changing so quickly they left afterimages. Every second, the reserves Chu Qing had accumulated over several epochs dwindled at a nearly insane rate.
But he did not stop.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and abruptly clenched them at a violently twisting blue-green vortex ahead.
It was a supreme secret art called the Myriad Calamity Longevity Method, which had once unleashed endless rains of blood during some past epoch. Yet now, in Chu Qing's palm, it was like a doomed snake gripped at its vital point, writhing and wailing before the unreasonable logic of Simplification instantly slapped it into the most primordial white light.
"Too cluttered."
Chu Qing murmured, his voice hoarse, as though it had scraped across a whetstone.
I used to think Simplification was about being lazy, about finding shortcuts. Now I see it's skinning and stripping bones. Carve away all that pretentious nonsense, and the tiny bit of 'truth' left behind is the logic of creation.
As the ten-thousandth path was forcibly devoured, the manifestation of the Thirty-three Layers of Heaven behind Chu Qing's head abruptly stalled.
The once-illusory canopy of the first layer turned from pale purple to a heavy dark gold in that instant. Mountains, rivers, and stars all