Heaven Suppresses All Laws; Divine Might Within a Mortal Body

Morning mist blanketed Falling Geese Peak, and the chill bit deep.

A rugged mountain path paved with cyan cobblestones stretched all the way from the peak to the base. This path had not been swept for two full years, and hard weeds and mottled moss had long since overgrown the gaps, making it look desolate and neglected.

Thump, thump, thump...

A steady, even sound of footsteps broke the valley's two years of deathly silence.

Lin Qiye wore a coarse linen robe washed to a slightly faded pale, his posture straight as a spear, carrying a Broken Sword wrapped in old cloth on his back as he walked unhurriedly down the mountain along the path.

His pace was not fast, but every step that landed carried a faint, strange rhythm. If any grandmaster proficient in the Laws of heaven and earth were here, they would be shocked to discover that what Lin Qiye stepped on was not ordinary mountain stone, but rather seemed to tread upon the very pulse of Falling Geese Peak.

Deep within his Qi Sea, the dark golden small tripod condensed by the Eight-Nine Profound Art was slowly spinning in an extremely profound trajectory, exhaling and inhaling the purest physical energy and Laws between heaven and earth. The dead qi of the meridians that had corroded him for two years had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by the Indestructible Vajra intent, which was as unyielding as rock and as heavy as a mountain.

Deep within his forehead, though that covert golden mark remained closed, the trace of supreme divine might belonging to the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao contained within it was like a Primordial World fierce beast sleeping deep within a mortal shell, radiating a silent and terrifying pressure.

At the foot of the mountain lay the Sword-Washing Pool, which connected the outer and inner sects of the Primeval Holy Land.

It was currently early morning, and dozens of outer sect disciples and several inner sect stewards had gathered by the pool to practice breath adjustment. The sounds of sword humming rose one after another in a lively scene.

Suddenly, the water of the Sword-Washing Pool, which had been as calm as a mirror, rippled with dense waves without warning.

Immediately following, the spirit swords held in the hands of the dozens of disciples by the pool unexpectedly began to tremble violently at the same time!

Hum—!

Crisp sword hums merged into a chorus, yet they lacked excitement, sounding instead more like a group of mortal soldiers trembling and submitting when faced with an emperor's inspection.

"What is going on?! Why is my Crimson Flame Sword out of control?!"

"My spirit sword is trembling too! Such terrifying sword intent pressure... Could it be that some peak master grandmaster has descended in person?"

The disciples were panic-stricken and hurriedly channeled their cultivation to suppress the weapons in their hands, but that sense of submission born from the weapons' instincts grew increasingly intense, to the point that several lower-grade spirit swords already showed fine cracks across their blades.

Under the gazes of everyone in shock and doubt, a slender and upright figure slowly walked out from the mist of the path at the corner.

A cyan linen robe, a Broken Sword on his back, and a handsome yet cold face.

When they clearly saw the face of that figure, the entire bank of the Sword-Washing Pool instantly plunged into a dead silence.

"Lin... Lin Qiye?!"

An inner sect steward cried out involuntarily, his eyes filled with hard-to-believe shock.

As a proud genius who had shaken the Canglan Realm two years ago, almost no one within the holy land did not know Lin Qiye's face. Yet after that catastrophe two years ago, everyone knew very well that the former Holy Son's eyes had been destroyed, his meridians shattered, and his cultivation completely crippled, long since reduced to a good-for-nothing waiting to die on Falling Geese Peak.

Yet the Lin Qiye before their eyes held not the slightest trace of a cripple's dejection!

His pupils were as sharp and profound as a falcon's, with faint golden light flashing in the depths of his eyes; he radiated no spiritual fluctuations of the Canglan Realm whatsoever, but merely standing quietly there gave everyone around him a suffocating sense of oppression as if facing a primeval divine mountain!

"His eyes... restored?!"

"How can this be! Two years ago, the Grand Elder personally diagnosed that his eyes were completely destroyed by abyss demonic poison, and even his Dao foundation was turned into nothingness. How could there possibly be any medicine in this world that could cure him?!"

The disciples drew in cold breaths, feeling their minds go completely blank.

There was no mockery, no vulgar exclusion or face-slapping. Facing a proud genius who had once climbed to the absolute peak and now reappeared in the world with an incomprehensible, eerie pressure, the first reaction of ordinary people was never brainless provocation, but heartfelt awe and fear.

Right at that moment, a dazzling streak of light cut across the void.

A middle-aged man wearing an elder's Dao robe appeared out of thin air, landing beside the Sword-Washing Pool. This person was Elder Zhao, who was responsible for managing outer sect order, and possessed the formidable cultivation of the mid Dao-Slaying stage.

"Lin Qiye? How dare you walk out of Falling Geese Peak without permission?!"

Elder Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and although his tone was stern, his gaze was filled with scrutiny and vigilance. He extended his divine sense, attempting to forcibly probe the condition inside Lin Qiye's body.

However, the instant Elder Zhao's majestic divine sense merely touched Lin Qiye's body—

Boom!

The Golden Mark deep in Lin Qiye's forehead trembled slightly, and that trace of the God of War will belonging exclusively to the Erlang Manifesting Sage True Lord was forcibly activated.

"Hmph!"

Elder Zhao was struck by lightning, emitting a sharp groan as he stumbled back three steps in a sorry state. His eyes instantly filled with crimson bloodshot veins, and two lines of fresh blood slowly streamed down his nostrils!

In the divine sense perception he had just experienced, what was he probing as a cripple? That was clearly a primeval deity with the heavens above his head, the underworld beneath his feet, and holding the Three-Point Double-Edged Blade! The trace of divine might that leaked out in that instant had almost directly shattered his Dao-Slaying divine soul!

"You... what kind of fortuitous encounter have you obtained?!"

Clutching his throbbing head, Elder Zhao stared at Lin Qiye in utter terror, his voice growing shrill from extreme fear.

This was definitely not a cultivation technique of the Canglan Realm! This noble, domineering power capable of defying boundary gaps to backlash the divine sense even surpassed the Primeval Emperor Scripture of the holy land!

Facing Elder Zhao's shocked and discomposed state, Lin Qiye's expression remained indifferent.

He did not even spare this elder another glance, merely raising his head slightly to look in the direction of the Primeval Main Peak.

"I wish to see the Holy Master."

Lin Qiye's voice was calm yet hoarse, echoing across the Sword-Washing Pool like a great bell:

"I must trouble Elder Zhao to announce my presence. Disciple Lin Qiye... bearing the karma of the Primeval Divine Dao, specifically come to request an audience with the Holy Master to renew our Canglan path of immortality!"

"Renew... renew the path of immortality?!"

Elder Zhao drew in a sharp breath, completely frozen in place in a daze.

Had it been before, if anyone dared to boldly speak of "renewing the path of immortality" within the Primeval Holy Land, they would probably have been condemned on the spot for arrogance and blasphemy. Yet last night, the peerless wonder of "Heaven's Court collapsing and the path of immortality being severed" had just appeared above the Primeval Holy Land, and today, this genius who ought to have been crippled had reappeared in the world carrying a terrifying primeval divine might, even speaking of "renewing the path of immortality"!

If there was no connection between these two events, Elder Zhao would not believe it even if beaten to death!

"You... wait right here! This seat will report this immediately!"

Elder Zhao discarded any remaining pretense of an elder, his hands trembling as he crushed a top-tier warning transmission talisman, frantically relaying the news of this place to the Primeval Holy Hall.

Deep within the Primeval Holy Hall.

Ji Changkong was seated alongside Heavenly Sword Guest and Perfected One Ten Thousand Laws around the Southern Heavenly Gate White Jade Brick Fragment, attempting to use various secret arts to guide the faint immortal qi remaining within the fragment.

Suddenly, the Holy Master token at Ji Changkong's waist vibrated violently, and Elder Zhao's voice, laden with boundless panic and shock, exploded within the hall:

"Report—! Informing the Holy Master! Lin Qiye of Falling Geese Peak has emerged from seclusion!"

"His... his eyes have completely recovered, and the demonic poison in his body has entirely dissipated! This old man probed with his divine sense and was nearly shaken to shatter his divine soul by the supreme divine might contained within him!"

"He claims... that he bears the 'karma of the Primeval Divine Dao' and specifically comes to request an audience with the Holy Master to renew Canglan's path of immortality!"

Boom!

Inside the hall, the three of them instantly stood up, an explosion of hard-to-believe brilliance erupting in their eyes!

"Lin Qiye? That Lin Qiye crippled by the abyss demonic poison?!" Perfected One Ten Thousand Laws cried out in alarm.

Heavenly Sword Guest even had sword qi surging violently across his body, his gaze, sharp as swords, staring dead at the outside of the hall: "Two years ago, this old man personally inspected his injuries; his Sword Heart was shattered and his Dao foundation reduced to nothingness. Unless an immortal pill of the Ancient Era reappears, recovery is utterly impossible! How could he possibly have suddenly recovered his sight? And even carry 'primeval divine might'?!"

Ji Changkong's breathing grew extremely heavy.

His gaze slowly landed upon the Southern Heavenly Gate White Jade Brick Fragment on the desk, his mind frantically stringing together everything that had happened over the past few days:

Inside the Library Pavilion, the mysterious mortal Su Chen casually saw through the divine name "Southern Heaven."

In Sorrowwind Valley, they discovered immortal relics that had weathered twelve hundred thousand years of frost and wind;

And now, a crippled genius on the verge of destruction had restored his physical body without any warning, returning to public view while bearing the "Primeval Divine Dao karma"!

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is!"

Ji Changkong's body trembled slightly, his eyes erupting with a fervor and awe bordering on madness:

"This is no coincidence! This is the will of heaven, the Ancient Heavenly Court saving itself!"

"Elder Su Chen is the 'guider', piercing through heavenly secrets with a mortal shell to awaken the Dao fortune remaining within the Heavenly Court; while Lin Qiye is the 'inheritor' selected by the Heavenly Court in this era! He has undertaken the inheritance of the primeval deities to exact justice for that Heavenly Court... twelve hundred thousand years overdue!"

Hearing Ji Changkong's self-rationalizing mental gymnastics and logical closure, Heavenly Sword Guest and Perfected One Ten Thousand Laws drew in cold breaths, harboring not the slightest shred of doubt in their hearts.

"Quick! Accompany this seat to welcome him in person!"

Ji Changkong waved his wide sleeve, too impatient to wait for Lin Qiye to walk up the main peak. He directly tore open the void in front of the Primeval Holy Hall, and taking the two Dao-Slaying peak masters with him, transformed into three boundless, heaven-piercing divine lights rushing straight toward the Sword-Washing Pool!

By the bank of the Sword-Washing Pool, fierce winds howled.

Dozens of disciples and Elder Zhao stood frozen in place, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

Lin Qiye stood quietly by the pool, the Broken Sword on his back, his eyes half-closed as he experienced the circulation of spiritual qi between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the void above distorted violently like water ripples, and three boundless, abyss-like pressures descended with a roar!

Rend—!

The void was forcibly ripped open with a fissure. Wearing a purple-gold Dao robe, Ji Changkong stepped across the void accompanied by Heavenly Sword Guest and Perfected One Ten Thousand Laws.

"Greetings, Holy Master! Greetings, two peak masters!" Elder Zhao and the disciples were frightened into dropping to their knees in unison.

Yet Ji Changkong did not even spare them a glance. Having lived for three thousand years and extended his life by a hundred years, this Dao-Slaying peak grandmaster had just landed his feet when his aged, profound gaze locked dead onto Lin Qiye.

Not only him, but Heavenly Sword Guest narrowed his eyes, the Heaven-Piercing Spirit Sword on his back emitting an extremely harsh clanging sound.

As the number one swordsman of the Canglan Realm, Heavenly Sword Guest could clearly sense that beneath Lin Qiye's seemingly ordinary mortal shell lay dormant a domineering battle intent he had never seen before. That battle intent did not belong to this realm, stood supreme above all laws, and even faintly suppressed the supreme swordsmanship he had cultivated for two thousand years!

"Lin Qiye."

Ji Changkong spoke slowly, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling:

"You just said... you bear the karma of the Primeval Divine Dao?"

Lin Qiye opened his eyes and, facing the gazes of the three Dao-Slaying grandmasters, bowed and cupped his hands without servitude or arrogance:

"Reporting to the Holy Master, this disciple's Dao foundation was completely destroyed two years ago, leaving me already in a dead end. Yet in a dream last night, this disciple's divine soul crossed the River of Time to witness fragments of a catastrophe where gods and buddhas across the heavens bled."

"A magnificent deity manifested from chaos, bestowing upon this disciple divine dao profound arts and repairing my physical body."

Hearing those ten words, "fragments of a catastrophe where gods and buddhas across the heavens bled," Ji Changkong exchanged glances with Heavenly Sword Guest, and the last shred of doubt in their hearts completely vanished into smoke!

This matched the wonder of the "Heavenly Court Collapse" they had seen in the sky last night perfectly!

"What is the name... of that deity?!" Heavenly Sword Guest could not help taking a step forward, asking urgently.

Lin Qiye lowered his head slightly, his gaze growing extremely reverent and solemn as he slowly spat out those words:

"The deity styled himself... First God of War of the Ancient Heavenly Court, Erlang Manifesting Sage True Lord, Yang Jian!"

Boom—!!

The moment Lin Qiye spat out this name, this heaven and earth seemed to produce a strange resonance. A muffled thunderclap sounded abruptly above the nine heavens, as if this incomplete Heavenly Dao was in fear of this sacred, unprecedented true name!

"Erlang Manifesting Sage True Lord... Yang Jian!"

Ji Changkong repeated the name, feeling his divine soul tremble as if he beheld a supreme God of War holding a three-pointed, double-edged blade and capping the nine heavens, coldly looking down upon this incomplete world across thousands of epochs.

"Good! Splendid!"

Ji Changkong looked up and laughed aloud, his laughter filled with the catharsis and fervor suppressed for thousands of years:

"Mythology revives, the God of War inherits! My Canglan Realm... has finally seen the dawn of the path of immortality!"

Ji Changkong abruptly turned his head, issuing a stern command to Heavenly Sword Guest and Perfected One Ten Thousand Laws behind him:

"Convey this seat's decree!"

"Starting today, restore Lin Qiye to the position of 'First Holy Son' of the Primeval Holy Land! His status shall be second only to this seat and Guest Elder Su Chen!"

"Pour all resources of the Primeval Holy Land into building the Holy Son's foundation! Anyone within the Canglan Realm who dares to plot against the Holy Son shall be treated as an enemy of our entire Primeval Holy Land, with all nine generations executed!"

As these words fell, the surrounding disciples and Elder Zhao were utterly terrified out of their wits.

Although they did not understand what "Yang Jian" and "mythology revival" truly represented, they understood one thing very well—

This fallen wing-clipped genius who had once tumbled from the altar had not only failed to die at the bottom of the valley, but was making a strong return to the absolute peak, carrying a supreme fortuitous opportunity that even the Holy Master went crazy over!

Yet behind this carnival shaking the entire Primeval Holy Land...

At the edge of the Primeval Holy Land, inside the quiet Library Pavilion.

Su Chen withdrew the divine sense he had cast toward the Sword-Washing Pool, a profound and unfathomable smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Ji Changkong's efficiency really leaves nothing to be desired."

Looking at the Karma Points surging by tens of thousands once more in his mind, Su Chen lightly brushed his sleeve.

"The executor has his status, and the Primeval Holy Land has thoroughly been reduced to my outpost."

"Then next... it is also time to let those harboring ulterior motives among the myriad worlds nearby experience the terror of mythology descending together."

[Myriad Worlds Projection Mirror, activate!]