Deep within the Chaos Sea, an upheaval powerful enough to shatter an epoch was unfolding.
Stone Ridge Mountain, the sacred mountain born from Shang Xie's remains, glowed with dusky purple radiance. Within it, the enormous grindstone capable of pulverizing all the laws of All Heavens roared and spun at an unprecedented speed. Every rotation forcibly drew vast quantities of primordial immortal spiritual energy from the void.
Barefoot, Chu Qing stood firmly on the ram of the Black Diamond Dragon Ship. His hemp robes snapped in the gale, and the five blood holes in his chest had long since been replaced by the newly born divine reservoir of the Dragon-Defying Tyrant Body. A layer of fine, ancient dark gold grindstone patterns flickered across his skin. They had not been carved there; they were the Progenitor Immortal Marks he had condensed after simplifying and crushing three hundred and sixty thousand paths of cultivation.
Ahead, the Wall of Origin, once regarded by the mighty of countless epochs as a barrier of despair, collapsed thunderously beneath the black ship's Savage Charge. Yet the world beyond the wall was not empty. It was a white ocean, dazzling and cold in equal extremes.
This was the Land of Origin, the master tape of every immortal cultivation system in the Chaos Sea, and the lair of The Writer—the Scribe.
"My lord, something is wrong up ahead." Nangong Xue followed close behind him, her Heavenly Demon Feather Garment shimmering with the light of causality. Her normally proud eyes were now filled with grave concern. She could sense countless transparent threads weaving through the void, trying to rewrite their causality.
Chu Qing sneered, his pupils contracting into tiny purple points.
"Nothing but cheap tricks written on paper. Nangong, watch closely. This is how a sword in this world should