When you see this scripture.
The you that existed before is already dead.
Like the tolling of an ancient bell, the words echoed in the depths of Wang Xian's soul.
This was no warning. It was a declaration... Some irreversible transformation had already begun.
Once he began cultivating, the self he became would be a pawn of the Heavenly Dao, a fish in the sea of stars. Fate would no longer be a winding stream, but a torrent swept into the orbit of the stars.
Amidst a sea of chaos.
Half-dreaming and half-awake, Wang Xian felt himself suspended in the gap between time and space.
There was no up or down, no past or future, only pure existence.
At the very center of this chaos, a scroll of scripture radiating the desolation of countless ages seemed to have slumbered there since the birth of the universe. Now, it was slowly unfurling before him.
No!
The demon dragon that had crossed the barriers between worlds still bore the burning starlight of another realm in its stark white bones. Reflected in its dragon eyes were the dimensional rifts it had torn apart.
It had intended to devour Wang Xian's Divine Soul and possess his body.
Yet the instant it touched Wang Xian's Divine Soul, something utterly inconceivable happened—the situation reversed.
At last, the demon dragon's colossal body crumbled amidst the chaos, scattering into ash.
Its bones, harder than divine iron, did not fall. Instead, they transformed into mysterious characters flowing with a dark golden sheen.
The characters spun as if alive, rearranged themselves, and finally poured into Wang Xian's body like a torrential rain.
"Crack... crack..."
The clear sound of breaking bones exploded in the silence.
At that moment, Wang Xian felt every inch of his bones burning, reshaping, transforming.
From his