A New Chapter: Star River Brilliant, 11 Years Later

When the wolverine arrived, he rested in a celestial palace in the distance. Upon learning of the appearance of the Super Peerless Elder Qingkong, he rushed over to pay his respects.

Upon learning that the group was going to the Black Peacock Clan's altar, he immediately perked up, quickly performed a grand salute, and said, "This disciple has matched the records of Heng Cheng and Yuan Zhao. Since they can go, I also want to go and see the extraordinary bones."

The two prodigies who were mentioned didn't look too good; this guy was actually on par with them.

The wolverine explained that otherwise, after he had thoroughly mastered the scripture in ten days, he would have to ask the three elders to take him to see the Divine Skull.

He felt bad about going through that trouble.

He clearly wanted to see the bones in advance, but it turned out that he was thinking of the three Super Peerless individuals.

All three of them glanced at him a few times, but they really couldn't be too critical. This wolverine with its colorful tail feathers longed for the Black Peacock Clan and had indeed tied the record.

"Let's go together then," Qingkong said.

Auspicious clouds soared into the sky, and then a road paved with Rule Fragments appeared beneath their feet, carrying everyone through the void and disappearing at the horizon.

Fragrant flowers bloom, sacred trees abound, and the altar is as grand and imposing as a mountain. This place is solemn and dignified, and has become a solemn place for the Black Peacock Clan to commemorate their ancestors.

The strange person who rests here is also the ancestor of the Black Peacock Clan and the Sole Dao partner of the current First Ancestor. Since that battle, the Old Peacock has become taciturn and has been cultivating in seclusion all year round.

His Daoist companion and seven children all died in battle.

Everyone knows that he is accumulating strength, and sooner or later he will go to the opposing camp for a decisive battle.

Upon arriving here, the Great Elder landed on the ground from a great distance, not daring to show any disrespect. They first silently burned incense, bowed and prayed, and then led the people up to the altar.

The broken skull bore arrow holes, fist wounds, and knife marks, demonstrating the ferocity of the battle; even the Black Peacock's extraordinary individuals endured so much suffering before their deaths.

As for the body, most of it was torn to pieces in the previous Supernatural Central World, remaining in the old era. Only a large part of the broken skull was brought to this New World by the Old Peacock.

Wang Xuan was filled with awe and respectfully bowed to the skull. Regardless of its race, any creature that fought to the death for the continuation of its race was worthy of respect.

With her abilities, if she had only wanted to escape, she probably wouldn't have met such a tragic end.

Here, you can also see Qizi Mountain, which is built around the altar in the surrounding fields. It is the cenotaph of the seven children of this deceased extraordinary person, who are here to remain forever with her.

The snow-white skull was as large as a mountain peak, and was severely damaged. Only the areas with remaining textures were smooth and without cracks, and they radiated a sacred glow.

The Dao-imperialized can block all spells!

The Peacock Clan female alien had suffered various terrifying attacks, but the places Dao-imperialized remained unharmed.

"Observe carefully and remember it. Standing on the shoulders of your predecessors, I hope that some of you can go further and stand higher, so that when a great calamity comes one day, you can protect the people and people you care about," Elder Qingkong said.

At this moment, everyone fell silent, watching and meditating, imprinting the patterns of the Dao-imperialized into their minds.

Wang Xuan forgot everything else. Deep within his eyes, runes flowed. He used his Spiritual Heavenly Eye to analyze and capture the most subtle details, perfectly manifesting those Daoist principles.

"Not simple, he has mastered a strange eye technique." The usually dignified Great Elder secretly transmitted his voice, naturally sensing the unusual gaze of the Five Elements Mountain Second Great King.

Qingkong nodded and said, "Yes, he is indeed extraordinary. He deserves the title of a true genius, and he is even stronger than I expected."

The Great Elder sighed, "He's a bit fierce and unruly, and I'm worried he'll cause a big disaster in the future. When he was attacking the core disciples of the major sect in the Meteorite Sea, no one could stop him. He killed Shenxiao, killed Luo Kun, almost cut off the head of Yu Jin Golden Palace, and even chopped off one of the sect's famous second senior brothers, Gu Cheng's, feet."

This is true; the Second King of Five Elements Mountain has recently gained a considerable fearsome reputation among the younger generation of disciples in top sects.

Having a strong personality and being tough are certainly some of the qualities of a strong person, but if taken too far, they can very likely bring disaster upon oneself and one's clan.

Historically, those people with the "heaven is number one, earth is number two, and I am number three" mentality were almost all killed. The one or two who survived were either crippled or probably became true saints, their ferocity reaching new heights.

When someone reaches that level of ruthlessness, they no longer need to worry about their former enemies, because they have almost all been killed by them.

"His talent is indeed outstanding. The Heart-Illuminating Wall and the Transmission Mountain also show that he has a good character and is not a cold-hearted person. Hopefully, he is worth nurturing." Although the Second Elder had a bad temper, he was objective and had no prejudice.

What Wang Xuan saw was a bleeding Great Universe, and shattered planets, one after another, densely packed, flying and exploding in the aftershocks of the Fist Light.

The battle that day brought back some of the scenes. He captured the view of the imperial road and observed the ultimate secret of the bone before him. It was only much later that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Xuan snapped out of his daze, touched his forehead, and found it covered in cold sweat. He felt as if he were in the terrifying scene from the past, where even supernatural beings were bleeding and dying.

"You've all remembered and contemplated it, now it's time to leave." Soon, Wang Xuan and the others were sent away, returning to the mountain peak where they cultivated.

Several Old Peacock arrived and "diagnosed" Wang Xuan's condition, eventually bringing him some classic texts that would help him improve his Daoist cultivation, which he was instructed to study and peruse carefully.

Later, Elder Qingkong also sent a scroll, which depicted the profile of a Black Peacock, enormous and boundless, filling the starry sky.

She told Wang Xuan that this was True Form Diagrams of an extraordinary person, and that careful contemplation would be beneficial for improving one's cultivation.

If he can successfully visualize the mystery of this image and then replace the visualized Black Peacock with himself, then he has mastered it.

Without a doubt, this scroll is a secret of the Black Peacock Clan and is not easily shown to outsiders.

Wang Xuan is a grateful person. Elder Qingkong was really good to him, valuing his talent and being willing to give him important classics, which warmed his heart.

He decided that he would repay him handsomely in the future.

Wang Xuan learned at Transmission Mountain that the book concerning "mutation" was obtained by the Black Peacock Clan by accident in the blood-stained Star Sea. Unfortunately, it lacked the fundamental mental cultivation method and the final supreme combat technique, only having the middle "mutation" chapter.

Soon, he was taught the novella on the mountain.

A few days later, he also went to recuperate. He was getting tired of staying away from home. Although he could still hold on for ten days or half a month, he didn't want to be seen as a monster by these people.

The resting place is in the distant Purple Bamboo Forest, where there are fairy palaces. It is very quiet, with fairy mist, and the environment is very beautiful, suitable for nourishing the body and mind.

A few days later, the wolverine returned, looking somewhat exhausted. Practicing the Anomalous Scripture had indeed taken an outrageous toll.

Wang Xuan shared some medicinal food with him. He had a whole bathtub full of bowls, almost half a person's height. Not only was the quantity plentiful and filling, but the medicinal food inside was so rich that he probably developed a resistance to the drugs and couldn't finish it all.

After resting for a few days, Wang Xuan went into seclusion again, beginning his journey of undergoing the Dao-imperialized.

In the following months, he calmed down and worked hard in silence, practicing the middle part of the "Mutation" series, and eventually obtained the second part, completing the collection.

In addition, he also studied various scriptures, such as the classics given to him by several Old Peacock, and thoroughly researched them. He also comprehended the combat methods of the Black Peacock Clan from the strange vision diagram given to him by Qingkong.

This greatly helped him study the patterns on the strange bone on the altar, since they were of the same origin and both belonged to the Black Peacock Clan.

Wang Xuan's skull markings are more intricate and clearer than before, and they continue to improve over time.

More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye. The Black Peacock Clan's promise to let them cultivate here for a short period of time differed significantly from Wang Xuan's own guess of a few months.

Moreover, there is still no sign of it ending.

Then, he thought of Six-Eyed Golden Cicada Jin Ming, the strongest among the "old men," who had been cultivating here for several years without leaving.

"When we talk about a short period of cultivation at the Black Peacock Sacred Mountain, we probably mean no more than ten years," Jin Ming, a burly man, told him during a drinking session.

By now, Wang Xuan had become familiar with both newcomers and veterans, and upon hearing this explanation, he remained silent for a moment.

Since he would be staying for more than five years, he began to rethink his plans. He needed to start practicing some scriptures, and the "Nine Transformations of Ascension" he obtained from the Pingtian Academy could no longer be left to gather dust.

He had already practiced the first volume for a while, and this time he would practice the entire book, combining it with his own skull-shaped Dao-imperialized.

Because this scripture is extremely extraordinary; it can replenish one's original nature, and for those who have broken through limitations, it is an invaluable and rare scripture for replenishing their spiritual path and themselves.

Looking across the vast starry sky, this book is very famous, and the most prestigious religions have all collected it and would not miss it.

Of course, there are very few people who dare to practice and who can master it. Each of the Nine Transformations of Ascension is an enhancement of vitality.

However, the world is balanced, and fortune is accompanied by danger. Too many people have made mistakes in their training, and they may easily turn into dust and disappear.

Time flies like water, and five years have passed. Wang Xuan has abandoned everything else and devoted himself to the world of cultivation, practicing various scriptures and focusing on the mutation of the skull 'Dao-imperialized.

The mountain peak where he sat cross-legged was shimmering with starlight. This was the starlight, like water, that had been drawn to him after the magic array was activated, and it was so white that it engulfed the mountain.

Over the past few years, people have gotten used to it and know that he is very "demonic" and is suspected of taking a path of strange transformations in his spiritual practice!

In the seventh year, the patterns on Wang Xuan's skull had indeed undergone a remarkable transformation, becoming increasingly crystalline and clear, a significant improvement over the previous ones.

The most significant change is the alteration in the texture of his skull, which has begun to drive his cultivation level forward, and he may break through to the next level at any time.

Everyone else was astonished, deeply impressed by the power of this demon king from the Meteorite Sea!

The wolverine was the most shocked because he knew very well that the Second King had only broken through in the Divine Nest seven years ago, and now he was about to advance again.

In his understanding, once you reach this level, it takes at least several decades to a hundred years to advance to the next level. Even the core geniuses of top-tier sects need twenty years to advance to the next level.

"Seven years, another breakthrough is coming, no, this time it should be breaking through the limit," the wolverine muttered to himself.

Because Wang Xuan couldn't tell him that he had broken through the limits of the extraordinary multiple times, he could only lie and report his true immortality level as the ninth Ninth Heaven realm.

"My brother is amazing!" After the wolverine was shocked, he sincerely praised him, and then slapped the wolf next to him, urging it to work hard to cultivate.

Seven years have passed, and the little wolf has grown much taller, with an extraordinary appearance and eyes that seem to sparkle like stars.

"It seems my brother has truly achieved the legendary transformation in his cultivation this time," the wolverine muttered to himself after calming down.

This explains it; otherwise, it would be completely illogical for a true immortal to advance one level in seven years.

Wang Xuan sensed the change in the gazes of those around him, the astonished expressions of several Old Peacock, and even the presence of three Super Peerless.

He felt that he was too outstanding, so he did not rush to break through. Of course, it was not that he deliberately suppressed himself. He carefully polished himself from body to mind, leaving no flaws.

During this time, he Dao-imperialized on the skull, where divine light emanated from the skull and flowed throughout his body, allowing other bones and flesh to experience the Daoist charm of that mysterious texture.

And so, in the ninth year, without him actively breaking the ice, he naturally entered the True Immortal Sixth Heaven.

Even though it was two years later than expected, it still left many people in a daze, after all, this speed still far surpassed that of others.

In particular, people don't know if he can maintain this "unusual transformation of his cultivation." If it continues like this, it's unimaginable what will happen!

In the tenth year, many people had left. Qingkong did not call Wang Xuan to get up, for fear of interfering with some kind of progress, and let him rest and go into seclusion on his own.

After 11 years of starlight, the white starlight on the mountain peak where Wang Xuan sat in meditation finally began to dissipate. He got up and decided to go out for some fresh air, because he couldn't always be practicing asceticism.

The Super Peerless clear sky spoke up, "He's out of seclusion? Perfect. Guide him out and tell him that a descendant of an extraordinary person has come to visit, and he's unruly. Ask him if he dares to make a move?"