Seven Absolute Burial Heavens

The bell rang through his sea of consciousness, forcibly dragging him back to reality!

"Ha... ha..."

Yan Ning's eyes flew open. Cold sweat covered his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the diagram in his hand. The claw mark was now glowing crimson.

"What in the world is this..."

He recalled the scene he'd just witnessed, still shaken.

The pressure from that giant beast had been even more terrifying than the Chaos City Lord's! Just the imprint of a claw mark had been enough to pull his consciousness into an illusion.

Yan Ning took a deep breath and carefully put away the Beast God Claw Mark Diagram. With his current strength, he couldn't fully comprehend a treasure of this level. Attempting to cultivate it recklessly might harm him, so he put it away for now.

"Better take a look at the secret technique I just got from the sign-in first."

His gaze sharpened as his consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness. The Seven Absolute Burial Heavens secret technique he had obtained from the system's sign-in was floating there, radiating an ancient and powerful aura.

"System, show me the detailed information on the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens."

[Seven Absolute Burial Heavens]

Rank: Universe Master-level secret technique

Divided into seven stages:

First Absolute: Soul Burial

Second Absolute: Blood Burial

Third Absolute: Bone Burial

Fourth Absolute: Spirit Burial

Fifth Absolute: God Burial

Sixth Absolute: Heaven Burial

Seventh Absolute: Annihilation Burial

"What an overbearing secret technique!"

Yan Ning's eyes glittered.

He carefully read through the entire description of the secret technique.

It progressed step by step, from the soul to the divine body, from matter to laws. In the end, it could even threaten a Universe Master!

More importantly, this secret technique was perfectly suited to him.

According to the system's sign-in rules,

when he received this secret technique from the sign-in, he had already mastered the First Absolute, Soul Burial.

So now, he would cultivate the Second Absolute, Blood Burial!

Sitting cross-legged, Yan Ning followed the instructions of the secret technique and began channeling the divine power within his body.

His reddish-golden Immortal Divine Power surged through him, gradually condensing into one dark rune after another.

"Condense!"

With a low shout, the runes gathered in his palm, transforming into a hazy blade, black as ink.

The First Absolute, Soul Burial, required ten dark runes; the Second Absolute required one hundred; the Third Absolute, one thousand; the Fourth Absolute, ten thousand.

And so on.

The Seventh Absolute required a full ten million black runes.

Reaching the Third Absolute was enough to qualify as a Peak Secret Technique.

The Fifth Absolute was an ultimate secret technique.

The Seventh Absolute reached the level of a Universe Master.

"All right, I'll train to the Third Absolute first!"

Let's give it a try!

Yan Ning sat cross-legged in the middle of the grassland. Reddish-golden flames and black runes intertwined around him, forming a strange vortex of energy.

He focused completely on circulating the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens secret technique, condensing the black runes required for the Second Absolute, Blood Burial.

Every one of his black runes was condensed from the Fire-Void Fusion Law.

That was another wonder of the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens.

Depending on the laws one cultivated, one could condense different kinds of black seals.

"Eleven."

The first decade passed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Yan Ning's forehead.

Condensing each black rune consumed a great deal of divine power, but that was the least of his concerns. He also had to precisely control the fluctuations of the laws.

As well as his Law Comprehension.

The first ten runes had been fairly easy, but from the eleventh onward, the difficulty had risen sharply.

"Thirty-six..."

In the twentieth year, strange phenomena began appearing above the grassland.

Dark clouds of energy swirled overhead, and blood-red lightning flashed faintly within them.

The black runes in Yan Ning's palm had joined into a chain, radiating a heart-stirring pulse.

"Seventy-two..."

By the fiftieth year, all the grass within a hundred meters of Yan Ning had withered, and the earth had turned charred black.

His entire body was shrouded in black mist. Only his eyes still burned with reddish-golden flames.

The runes formed more and more slowly, each new one requiring repeated refinement.

"Ninety-nine..."

In the ninety-eighth year, Yan Ning suddenly opened his eyes. A flash of black crossed his reddish-golden pupils.

He gave a low growl. Divine power surged wildly through his body, and at last, the final black rune took shape!

"One hundred! Blood Burial, complete!"

In an instant, all the black runes gathered in his palm, forming a long, blood-red blade.

The blade itself was black, but its edge shimmered with an eerie Bloodlight.

Yan Ning could feel the blade's immense destructive power against divine bodies. It fused his own Fire Void Law with the Burial Intent; once it struck, it could unravel an enemy's divine-body structure from within!

"Haa..."

He let out a long breath, but didn't stop. He immediately began breaking through to the Third Absolute, Bone Burial.

This time, the difficulty was even greater.

The Law Comprehension needed for the thousandth rune was more than ten times that required for the hundredth.

The Seven Absolute Burial Heavens itself carried the Burial Intent. As he comprehended it, it also continually tempered his will.

Yan Ning was more than happy with that.

It was just what he needed to make up for his shortcomings in soul and will.

Yan Ning sat cross-legged in the middle of the grassland, reddish-golden flames and black runes intertwining around him, like an ancient demon god on the verge of awakening.

One hundred and one, one hundred and two...

His progress was extremely slow. Often, he spent months or even a full year just to barely condense a single rune.

The Chaos Bell slowly revolved in his sea of consciousness, radiating a gentle light that nourished his soul.

With the Chaos Bell's help, Yan Ning's soul gradually grew stronger, and his comprehension of the laws became sharper.

The Chaos Bell was remarkably effective. The process was slow, but it truly was strengthening his soul.

The Yan God Clan's natural gifts had originally been almost entirely focused on the body.

That also meant their talent in the soul was poor.

That was why Sitting Mountain Guest had later become disappointed in the Yan God Clan.

No, he hadn't been disappointed in the Yan God Clan. He'd been disappointed in Emperor Yan.

With a cheat like the system, Yan Ning naturally wouldn't allow himself to have any shortcomings in soul or will.

Although the Chaos Bell guarded his soul and made him almost immune to Soul Attacks,

his own soul was still weak, and that was a problem too.

But now, as the Burial Intent tempered his will, the Chaos Bell could also slowly nourish his soul.

One day, he would make up for this shortcoming.

In the hundredth year, Yan Ning finally condensed his one hundred and first black rune.

The Burial Intent kept battering his will, as if it meant to bury his soul completely.

Yet with sheer perseverance, Yan Ning struggled back from the brink of collapse time and again.

With the Chaos Bell there, he had nothing to worry about!

His will grew rapidly!

By the three hundredth year, the strange phenomena above the grassland had become even more terrifying.

Blood-red lightning streaked through the dark clouds of energy like giant dragons, and the sky seemed to have been dyed crimson.

The black mist around Yan Ning had grown denser still, spreading across a radius of a thousand meters.

Within the mist, countless vengeful spirits seemed to wail, trying to devour his will.

These were outward manifestations of the Sacrificial Intent.

The more black seals he condensed, the stronger the Sacrificial Intent became!

And the more it demanded of his will.

This forced him to keep strengthening his will.

And so the cycle continued.

By the five hundredth year, Yan Ning had condensed five hundred black runes.

By the seven hundredth year, his cultivation had entered its most difficult stage.

Each new black rune required Yan Ning to push his comprehension of the laws to its limit.

The Chaos Bell trembled in his sea of consciousness, providing him with a steady stream of soul power.