After Chu Qing kindled life in the wasteland, a breach had finally been torn open in its deathly silence. As the last wisp of the gravekeeper's resentment was thoroughly refined by Chu Qing, thunderous rumbles rose from deep within the earth. It was not an earthquake, but a colossal ruin buried for several Epochs, slowly rising from the dust of time as spiritual power poured into it.
It was a shattered palace suspended in the air. Though covered in rust and weathered scars, every beam and pillar remained etched with dense ancient Dao patterns that left the Ancient Immortals dizzy with fascination. Chu Qing stood at the heart of the ruin, sensing the immense veins hidden beneath this land. How was this a junkyard? It was clearly the wreckage of a pinnacle civilization called the "Supreme Subtle Immortal Realm," once ruler over countless star domains, after it had been forcibly exiled.
"These Dao patterns can actually compress Spiritual Energy to a purity beyond the Daluo realm..." An Ancient Immortal trembled with excitement as he reached out to stroke a broken stone stele, his eyes brimming with fervor. "Is this the ascension stairway we once dreamed of? Forcefully erased and buried by the laws of this Age of Dharma's End."
Chu Qing walked forward slowly, his Divine Sense spreading like a tide and instantly blanketing the entire ruin. He was not merely examining it. From the perspective of the Great Dao First Cause, he deduced and reconstructed these fragmented remnants of civilization within his mind. To others, they were profound and incomprehensible ancient texts; to him, they were priceless treasures that could be reforged through cultivation arts and transformed into the power of a Dao lineage.
Just as he immersed himself in his analysis, the ruin's protective formation suddenly erupted with