Qin Yu stepped into the deep corridor of the Broken Temple, his footsteps echoing in the empty, decaying passageway like a sigh forgotten by time.
The dilapidated pillars and walls are covered with mottled cracks, as if the aftershocks of a catastrophe millions of years ago still slumber deep within the stone walls. The sky pours down through the broken dome, and golden clouds burst through the canopy like a waterfall of light, scattering from the broken holes and illuminating the dust suspended in the temple, making the ancient temple a solemn tomb with overlapping light and shadow.
However, as soon as he stepped into the center of the main hall, an invisible tremor suddenly rippled through him.
--Thump. Not a sound, but the heartbeat of space itself.
Immediately afterwards, rings of interwoven gold and ink patterns emerged from the ground, like a divine chain that had been dormant for millions of years suddenly opening its eyes. These patterns were not carved on the ground, but rather seemed to be something "drawn back from history," layering, coiling, and cracking to form a huge circular barrier, completely sealing off the inner layer of the entire dilapidated temple.
Qin Yu's eyes narrowed.
It was a sealing force that was deeper, more stable, and colder than any external restriction.
It didn't seem like it was used to drive away external enemies, but rather to protect something "that couldn't be seen."
He closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, his brow twitched slightly, and a silent sigh escaped his lips.
"Ancestor... so you also set up a second layer of restrictions here."
The meticulousness of this layered restriction is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. The outer layer is used for concealment and deception;
But this layer before us is a "core blockade," whose strength even surpasses that of some ancient chaotic formations.
Qin Yu raised his hand, and a flash of light appeared in his palm— the Restriction-Breaking Inscription Key reappeared.
Unlike before, the key vibrated on its own the moment it approached the restriction, as if summoned by some ancient power. The mystic patterns on the key surface lit up one by one, like star veins being ignited, radiating a dazzling golden-white brilliance.
The next second, the ancient runes that emerged from the ground all stared at Qin Yu with a "judgmental" gaze.
Buzz----
The light of the forbidden array twisted into a storm, and layers of light curtains were shaken out of the space, as if a huge celestial vortex was appearing in the temple. Clouds rolled and golden light fell, as if the world was turning upside down.
Qin Yu took a deep breath and whispered:
"Rest assured, senior, I have come to retrieve the sacred artifact. I will not allow your legacy to fall into the hands of outsiders."
After saying that, he pressed his fingers into the central groove of the Restriction-Breaking Inscription Key. Click.
The key exploded with countless light patterns, forming a textured waterfall like a golden stream. It swept across the entire hall from Qin Yu's palm, splitting the sky like a golden waterfall, with flowing light cascading down and covering the earth.
The moment the light pattern touched the barrier—BOOM!!!
The forbidden formation trembled as if struck by lightning.
The ancient patterns encircling the center of the hall crumbled like a galaxy scattered by the wind, yet within this disintegration, the ancestor's original intention in arranging the formation was revealed.
Qin Yu's gaze was steady as he used the rune key to draw a series of breaking patterns in the air, each one landing precisely on one of the nine core nodes of the forbidden formation.
As the final stroke was made—nine stars flashed in succession—the space suddenly brightened.
Time seemed to have broken free from its shackles deep within the ancient temple.
The restriction began to crumble. Not shatter, but rather dissipated like light after fulfilling its mission.
Golden light swirled up, and the waterfall of light falling from the sky above the golden temple slowly sank into the earth.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
Deep within the dilapidated hall, a long, dark, and solemn staircase finally appeared, leading straight to the deepest part of the ancient civilization ruins.
Qin Yu let out a soft breath and whispered, "There shouldn't be any restrictions now, right?"
Having said that, he stepped onto the hidden staircase that had been sealed for ten thousand years, heading towards the true core of the palace.
The palace's deep, long staircase seemed like a crack in time spanning millions of years. When Qin Yu's footsteps landed, even the air seemed to echo with the last breath of an ancient civilization. He walked deeper and deeper, until the light was completely swallowed by time, and a silent, ancient bronze stone door appeared before him.
There were no cracks in the door, no hidden mechanisms, and not even any signs that it had been pushed open.
--It's more like a time period of time that has solidified into the shape of a "door".
Qin Yu raised his palm and touched it, and with a soft thud, the countless tiny cracks on the ancient bronze door seemed to come alive, shimmering with pale golden light, and the patterns were like the resentful fire of an ancient civilization flowing under the stone skin.
Then—the door opened silently.
It didn't shatter, but rather crumbled into light dust like ashes, swallowed by darkness.
Relics Sealing Room
The moment Qin Yu stepped in, he felt as if he had been swept into another world.
This is a space so vast that it cannot be described as a "room," resembling an ancient civilization ruin isolated from the world. The surrounding walls are not made of stone, but rather seem to be formed from the sediment of broken stars, with layers of ancient civilization cracks floating on them, as if countless remnants of a doomed era are weeping.
In the center of the hall stands an ancient altar, shrunk to a mere fraction by the passage of time.
Around the altar floated shattered stone pillars, each engraved with the earliest clan patterns of the Chaos First Palace, but deeper patterns—belonging to the Nangong Lineage —were hidden in the stone walls like scars, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Qin Yu had just taken a step closer—BOOM!!!
The altar suddenly lit up. Not with light, but with the revival of history.
Golden light, like clouds, swept down from the dome, enveloping the entire sealed chamber. Dust was dispersed by the flames, the space trembled slightly, and the ancient patterns on the altar were activated, forming a golden vortex that seemed to come from mythology.
In the center of the swirling array, an object gradually takes shape.
A book.
A book with a cover made of an unknown material, covered in the marks of time, yet subtly exuding an aura of supreme authority.
The book floated silently in the center of the altar.
But the next moment—
The pages of the book suddenly opened by themselves with a soft "pop," and a five-pointed star magic circle interwoven with orange and gold suddenly lit up from the surface of the pages!
The five-pointed star wasn't painted on; rather, it "emerged" from deep within the pages, like a burning star imprint, illuminating the entire sealed room as a blazing, still sea.
Sacred Saint Transformation Star Codex
The five-pointed star-shaped restriction on the pages flickered and danced, each line seemingly formed by the intertwining and convergence of four forces: divine runes, Dao power, starlight, and causality. Runic light continuously spewed from the five corners, as if the universe flowed across the pages.
Qin Yu instantly sensed an extremely ancient aura--
Not from the Chaos First Palace...
Rather, it originates from the main force of a deeper abyss.
The five-pointed star formation suddenly began to spin, as if locking onto the intruder. Its sharpness transformed into invisible blades, exploding from the pages, tearing through the air, and even beginning to cut through the spatial structure.
Qin Yu murmured, "The Nangong Lineage... as expected, left behind a restriction."
Suddenly, all the light on the book abruptly converged, condensing into a golden star-like eye, as if "scrutinizing" Qin Yu.
The entire storage room suddenly fell into an extremely tense and deathly silence.
He knew--
This is what the Ancestor of the Chaos First Palace fears.
The restrictions left by the Nangong Lineage on this object, once triggered, could cause a shock not only to the Void Obliteration Domain, but also to the entire Source of Epochless · Middle Layer.
The pages of the book trembled slightly.
At that moment, Qin Yu seemed to hear the voice of his ancestor Yun Qiusheng from a thousand years ago:
"My descendants... unless faced with imminent annihilation, never touch this thing."
However, now—it's not a matter of every little thing.
Instead, it must be taken away; otherwise, the calamity-inducing beast will break through the forbidden area, seize the item, and bring about an even greater cataclysmic disaster.
Qin Yu took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand. All the lights on the altar began to surge violently.
The core of the pentagram restriction is gazing upon his destiny, cultivation, aura, soul, and even the very essence of his being.
This was a fateful investigation by the upper-class Lineage.
Qin Yu's gaze was as steady as a sword. "Don't worry, I won't trigger the Nangong Lineage's restrictions."
He slowly extended his palm...
The relic's light began to tremble, like a beast that had slumbered for millennia being awakened by an unknown entity.
Just as my finger was about to touch the page, the entire space seemed to freeze.
The altar shimmered with golden light, and a five-pointed star-shaped barrier floated above the ancient book, resembling a sealed star.
Qin Yu stood in the center of the surging golden light, his clothes fluttering in the wind from the energy flow generated by the restriction.
Five star lines – each embodying the Nangong Lineage's ultimate imprisonment logic:
Locking life, locking soul, locking cause, locking consciousness, locking the future.
Anyone who touches it will be instantly killed.
But Qin Yu did not retreat; instead, he murmured softly:
"Since the Palace Master has entrusted me with retrieving it... then I will resolve this through 'my own karma'."
His eyes slowly closed, and when they opened again—
The Supreme radiance of the Annihilation Dawn Realm, like a galaxy pouring down, instantly exploded from the depths of his eyes, unleashing silent ripples of annihilation!
The Realm-Constructing Soul Ring the Silent Origin True Soul resonated deep within the sea of consciousness.
Qin Yu raised his hand, his five fingers seemingly writing a line of "Nameless Style" in the air:
-------- Cause and Effect Deconstruction.
In an instant, the five chains of the pentagram seemed to be torn apart from their deepest layers by an unseen force.
Not violent destruction,
Instead, it allows the "logic" behind the prohibition to gradually disappear.
The starlight trembled violently, as if the restriction had realized that "its existence was being denied."
The next moment— Qin Yu flipped his palms over and brought them down again:
-------- Time Flow Reversal.
The space surrounding the pentagram-shaped barrier seemed to be rewritten, and ancient traces of light left by the Nangong Lineage began to flow backward.
The restriction returned to the moment when it was "not yet fully formed".
The golden star pattern suddenly dimmed.
The third move lands--
------- Existence Erasure.
Like a stroke of a brush across the heavens and earth, the origin of the five-pointed star restriction was "erased from history."
Even the traces of its resistance and blossoming just now...
Time automatically filled in the gaps. Boom!!!!!!
The pentagram restriction completely stopped.
Like a flower of light scattered by the wind, it quietly faded away.
No explosion, no resistance.
Even the lingering divine influence of the "restriction once existed" has vanished.
Golden light rained down throughout the sealed chamber.
Qin Yu took a slight breath and said in a low voice, "As expected... it's no wonder it's the work of the Nangong Lineage at the top."
However, after the restriction dissipated, the ancient book suddenly began to vibrate slowly.
[Ancient Book: The Saint Transformation Star Codex] Revival
The cover emerges from the dust, revealing its true form:
It was pitch black, like a deep well in the universe, yet golden threads flowed across it like a galaxy.
On the spine of the book are engraved three characters of ancient seal script - "Hua·Sheng·Dian"
Golden light spilled from between the words, like stars that had been dormant for billions of years finally opening their eyes.
Qin Yu reached out, and the ancient book floated towards him automatically, gently landing in his palm. In an instant—
His mind felt as if it were being struck by countless lights and shadows.
The breath of ancient civilizations, the sounds of rituals, the methods of Realm Breaking, the path to holiness...
All the previously sealed knowledge poured in.
Qin Yu sighed softly, "A sacred object, indeed extraordinary."
Just as he was about to turn and leave the sealed chamber, Boom!
The entire depths of the Saint Transformation Divine Domain suddenly trembled!
The ground seemed to come alive, violently bulging up, and countless fragments of ancient walls shimmered with billions of starlight.
It was as if some colossal creature had awakened from a thousand-year slumber.
Qin Yu's expression changed, and he immediately stored the sacred object inside: -- Annihilation Devil Pupil · Final Spirit Core!
A flash of black pupils appeared between his brows, Saint Transformation Star Codex vanished into the Boundless Realm Domain.
The instant it was placed inside—at the back of the storage room,
That enormous background that was originally submerged in shadow...
It was as if it had been illuminated by some kind of force.
The clouds dispersed, and golden light descended.
Qin Yu looked up. His heart skipped a beat in that instant.
A Buddha statue... is opening its eyes from the shadows.
The Buddha statue was hundreds of feet tall, its entire body pitch black as if formed from annihilation.
But every inch of its outline is plated with fiery gold patterns.
As if sculpted by time itself, he sat cross-legged atop the giant lotus.
Golden flames flowed from the lotus petals, and the lotus heart resembled a fallen star.
The perfect halo behind it resembled a divine sun that did not belong to this world.
The boundless golden Dharma cloud spreads outward.
One by one, sacred lotuses transformed into starlight and floated in the clouds.
Sacred, majestic, unfathomable, yet gazing silently like an abyss.
The next moment, the Buddha statue's fingers twitched slightly.
The entire Saint Transformation Divine Domain trembled.
Qin Yu's breathing suddenly tightened—"... What is this thing?"
The Buddha statue slowly raised its head. Golden light pierced through the myriad valleys of the sealed chamber.
It seemed to be staring at Qin Yu. It seemed to be judging him. It seemed to be waking up.