Seven Absolute Burial Heavens

The bell tolled through his sea of consciousness, forcibly yanking him back to reality!

"Huff... huff..."

Yan Ning's eyes snapped open, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the diagram in his hand—the claw mark was now radiating a crimson glow.

"What in the world is this thing..."

He recalled the vision he had just witnessed, still shaken.

The pressure from that colossal beast was even more terrifying than Chaos City Lord's! A mere imprint of a claw mark had been enough to drag his consciousness into an illusion.

Yan Ning took a deep breath and carefully put away the Beast God Claw Mark Diagram. A treasure of this level was beyond his current ability to fully comprehend; rashly cultivating it might instead harm him. He would set it aside for now.

"Let me first take a look at the secret technique I just obtained from the check-in."

His gaze sharpened as his consciousness sank into his sea of mind. The Seven Absolute Burial Heavens secret technique from the system check-in hovered there, radiating an ancient and formidable aura.

"System, pull up the detailed information on Seven Absolute Burial Heavens."

[Seven Absolute Burial Heavens]

Grade: Universe Master-level secret technique

Divided into seven layers:

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 a domineering secret technique!"

A sharp light flickered in Yan Ning's eyes.

He carefully read through the entire introduction to the technique.

This secret technique progressed layer by layer—from soul to Divine Body, from matter to laws—and in its final form, could even threaten a Universe Master!

And most importantly, this technique was perfectly suited to him.

Due to the system's check-in rules.

Upon obtaining this secret technique through the check-in, he had already mastered the First Absolute, Soul Burial.

So now, he would begin cultivating the Second Absolute: Blood Burial!

Sitting cross-legged, Yan Ning followed the technique's guidance and began channeling the divine power within his body.

The crimson-gold Undying divine power surged through his veins, gradually condensing into pitch-black runes.

"Condense!"

With a low shout, the runes gathered in his palm, forming a jet-black, illusory blade.

The First Absolute, Soul Burial, required condensing ten black runes; the Second Absolute, 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 alone would qualify as a pinnacle secret technique.

The Fifth Absolute was an ultimate secret technique.

The Seventh Absolute directly reached the Universe Master level.

"Good, then I'll start by training up to the third layer!"

Let's give it a try!

Yan Ning sat cross-legged in the center of the grassland, crimson-gold flames and black runes intertwining around him, forming a strange vortex of energy.

He focused entirely on circulating the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens technique, beginning to condense the black runes needed for the Second Absolute, Blood Burial.

All of these black runes were condensed from his fusion of the laws of fire and space.

This was also the marvel of the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens.

Depending on the laws one cultivated, different types of black seals could be formed.

"The eleventh."

After the first decade passed, fine beads of sweat seeped from Yan Ning's forehead.

Each black rune required a massive expenditure of divine power—that was one thing—but more importantly, he had to precisely control the fluctuations of the laws.

And the depth of his law comprehension.

The first ten runes were still manageable, but starting from the eleventh, the difficulty skyrocketed.

"Thirty-sixth..."

By the twentieth year, strange phenomena began to appear above the grassland.

Black energy clouds churned, with faint blood-colored lightning streaking across them.

The black runes in Yan Ning's palm had already linked into a chain, radiating a heart-shaking fluctuation.

"Seventy-second..."

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

He was entirely shrouded in black mist, only his eyes still burning with crimson-gold flames.

The speed of condensing runes grew slower and slower; each new rune required repeated tempering.

"Ninety-ninth..."

In the ninety-eighth year, Yan Ning suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of black light flickering in his crimson-gold pupils.

He let out a low roar, divine power surging wildly within him, and the final black rune finally took shape!

"One hundred! Blood Burial, complete!"

In that instant, all the black runes coalesced in his palm into a blood-colored longblade.

The blade itself was pitch-black, but its edge shimmered with an eerie blood light.

Yan Ning could sense that this Blood Burial blade possessed devastating power against Divine Bodies, fusing his own Fire Void Law with Burial Intent—once it struck, it could dismantle an enemy's Divine Body structure from within!

"Hah..."

Letting out a long breath, Yan Ning did not pause; he immediately began assaulting the third absolute art, Bone Burial.

This time, the difficulty was even greater.

The law comprehension required for the thousandth rune was more than ten times that of the hundredth.

The Burial Intent inherent in the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens not only demanded comprehension but also continuously tempered his will.

Yan Ning welcomed this.

It perfectly compensated for his shortcomings in soul and willpower.

Yan Ning sat cross-legged in the center of the grassland, crimson-gold 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 excruciatingly slow, often taking months or even a full year to barely condense a single rune.

The Chaos Bell rotated slowly within his sea of consciousness, emitting a gentle radiance that nourished his soul.

With the Chaos Bell's aid, Yan Ning's soul gradually strengthened, and his perception of laws grew sharper.

The Chaos Bell's effect was potent—though slow, it was indeed reinforcing his soul.

Originally, the Yan God Clan's talents were almost entirely concentrated in the body.

This also meant their soul talent was abysmal.

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

No, not disappointed in the Yan God Clan—disappointed in the Yan Emperor.

With his cheat, Yan Ning naturally would not allow himself to have flaws in soul and willpower.

Although the Chaos Bell guarded his soul, rendering him nearly immune to soul attacks.

His own soul's inherent weakness was still a problem.

But now, under Burial Intent, while his will was being tempered, the Chaos Bell could slowly nourish his soul.

This flaw was something he would one day make up for.

By the hundredth year, Yan Ning had finally condensed the one hundred and first black rune.

Burial Intent relentlessly battered his will, as if trying to bury his soul completely.

Yet Yan Ning, with his tenacious perseverance, clawed back from the brink of collapse time and again.

With the Chaos Bell present, he had no worries at all!

His will grew by leaps and bounds!

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

Within the black energy clouds, blood-colored lightning darted like dragons, the sky seeming dyed in blood.

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

Within this mist, countless vengeful spirits wailed faintly, attempting to devour his will.

These were all external manifestations of Sacrificial Intent.

As more black seals condensed, Sacrificial Intent grew stronger!

And the demands on his will became even higher!

This also forced him to continuously elevate his will.

Thus the cycle continued.

In the fifth century, Yan Ning condensed his five hundredth black rune.

In the seventh century, his cultivation entered its most difficult phase.

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

The Chaos Bell vibrated within his sea of consciousness, providing him with an unending stream of soul power.