Spectral Ghost Cemetery · The Green Tomb's Final Inheritance

In the deep, dark, and Dead Sea-like space of the tomb, the void at the foreground suddenly rippled with barely perceptible waves, as if even the dust of time had been stirred at this moment. As a wisp of eerie green light slowly unfolded from the depths of nothingness, the phantom of the Stainless Realm mid-level expert that Qin Yu had initially glimpsed from afar finally emerged from the dim and ancient crack.

His figure seemed to have been sculpted by billions of years of time, his translucent outline flowing with a radiance like a reflection of a galaxy. However, this radiance had no warmth; instead, it carried an aura of Eternal Silence that sent chills down one's spine. With each step he took, the void beneath his feet shattered into fragmented dimensional cracks, only to return to deathly stillness in the next instant, as if he himself were the Ultimate form of the rules.

Those eyes held boundless antiquity and profound insight. The moment they gazed at Qin Yu and Wang Yuan, the surrounding Netherworld aura seemed to be completely drained away, leaving only a pure and Ultimate tranquility—a tranquility that made even a heartbeat feel like a desecration.

He spoke slowly, his voice like a wind that had traveled through billions of years, deep yet resonant enough to make every bone deep within the tomb tremble slightly:

"Billions of years... finally, the Fate Constructor has arrived."

At that moment, even the murderous aura pressing down on Qin Yu's shoulders was completely erased, leaving only these four words echoing in his mind.

The phantom didn't rush to say anything, but instead floated towards Qin Yu as if crossing an invisible abyss. Its movements were Ultimate slow, yet they gave people an oppressive feeling that was more irresistible than any killing move.

As he hovered in front of Qin Yu, he raised his fingers, and an Ultimate green light slowly emanated from his palm—a power older than life itself, more profound than destiny, as if it had condensed the "birth moment" of countless universes.

The green light did not explode or roar, but flowed slowly into Qin Yu's brow like a silent river of time. Instantly, all the light and darkness, cause and effect, soul breath and boundary structure in Qin Yu's sea of consciousness seemed to be taken over by some supreme order. The Azure Ring and the Fate Cause Master Seal vibrated slightly deep in his brow, but showed no resistance.

"Fate Constructor..." the phantom murmured softly, its tone no longer filled with oppressive power, but with a long-awaited sense of relief, "You not only Annihilation the ghost tide... but also completely erased that guardian spirit that should not have existed."

His gaze gradually deepened and hardened, as if confirming a conclusion already etched into eternity.

"You are the one I've been waiting for—the true Fate Constructor."

At this moment, the entire tomb seemed to part ways for Qin Yu at his declaration, creating an invisible path, while the aftershocks of that green light continued to slowly merge with Qin Yu's Fate Soul within his body...

The moment the green light entered Qin Yu's brow, the world suddenly fell silent.

In his perception, the entire Spectral Ghost Cemetery seemed to have been marked with a "stagnation" by an invisible hand— the Netherworld fire on the Bone Mountain was frozen in mid-air, the black mist gushing from the cracks solidified into sculptures, and even the void rift at his feet, which had long been shattered, turned into a still mirror lake, reflecting countless light and shadows from the other shore.

Then, the green light exploded within Qin Yu's sea of consciousness. It wasn't a violent explosion, but rather like a star being born silently—first an Ultimate point of light, then expanding into an endless cosmic dome, as if every inch of space was being rewritten by this power.

The world before him split into three layers: one was the still eerie reality of the Spectral Ghost Cemetery; another was the collapse and dust of countless worlds that had once existed; and the last was a "Primordial Realm" yet to be born—a realm without mountains or stars, only endless whiteness and silence, where everything awaited the hand of the Fate Constructor to write its story. The green light was like a pen, outlining unknown trajectories in this blank space.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of breathing, but instead a pulse that transcended time—the echo of countless civilizations' first cries and final breaths. Each sound carried the clarity of newly formed rules, and also the lament of a world before its destruction. They merged into an indescribable melody, as if whispering to Qin Yu, "Write me, construct me, grant me truth..."

His body was no longer weightless, no longer had form, and even the Azure Ring and the Fate Cause Master Seal had turned into pure concepts floating in this void. At the edge of his perception, a long river woven from billions of chains of cause and effect flowed slowly, and in the river was the order of fate of all worlds and the definition of all existence. If he wanted, he could reach out and rewrite and judge it.

The phantom's voice rang out again, seemingly omnipresent in this boundless universe—

"Fate Constructor, remember this: what you bear is not merely destruction and creation... but choice."

As the last word fell, the green light receded like a tide, transforming into an ancient mark that sank into Qin Yu's brow, quietly merging with his Fate Soul and the Azure Evolution Core.

Time outside resumed its flow instantly—the Netherworld burned again, the black mist continued to surge, but in Qin Yu's eyes, a bottomless radiance had appeared.

At that moment, he knew that he had grasped a key that could open or close everything.

The moment the green light imprint completely Azure Evolution Core between Qin Yu's eyebrows, an invisible yet powerful ripple of destiny spread outwards from his body in all directions.

There was no roar, no burst of energy—it was so quiet that even the vibrations of the air were silenced. Yet, within this eerie stillness, the entire Spectral Ghost Cemetery began to undergo unprecedented changes.

The First Transformation: Deconstruction and Reshaping of Space

The desolate land beneath their feet, along with the billions of skeletons buried beneath it, lost their "definition of existence" the instant the ripples touched them. They turned into countless fragments of causal light, as if an invisible hand had stripped them of their "reality," floating in mid-air, and then recombine—mountains were upside down above the sky, rift valleys were filled with waterfalls from the sky, and the originally still void rifts were forced to close and then open again, like a stage set that had been rearranged.

The second change: The multidirectional flow of time

The dark clouds above the cemetery were torn into countless fine fibers of time, some scenes flowing back to the moment when the Spectral Ghost Cemetery was first formed a thousand years ago, while others fast-forwarded to the ruins a thousand years later. Qin Yu and Wang Yuan simultaneously saw their afterimages in different timelines—some long since dead and turned to dust, others standing at the pinnacle of all realms, but all of these shattered in the blink of an eye, turning into tiny ripples in the structure of destiny.

The third change: the perceptual disturbance of all things.

Everything within ten miles of Qin Yu, whether inanimate or alive, began to waver in its very existence. Several giant beasts with remnant souls that had been wandering on the Bone Mountain suddenly stiffened as this force swept over them, looking up at Qin Yu with extreme terror in their eyes—they sensed that their names, forms, and even evidence of their past existence were being erased from the world by an invisible brush.

The release of this Power of Fate Construction, without any blinding beams of light, presented a scene effect of dimensional folding—the field of vision was divided into countless floating geometric fragments, each fragment reflecting a different universe and world, some burning, some being born, and some collapsing. Ultimately, like a lens being forcibly focused, they all converged into the green light mark between Qin Yu's eyebrows.

The illusory figure floated beside him, watching all of this with a look of satisfaction mixed with an undisguised caution.

"Fate Constructor... you have taken your first step."

At this moment, Wang Yuan, standing beside him, couldn't help but take a half step back—he had never seen such a power that could subdue all existence without relying on any energy fluctuations.

The bronze coffin lid slid open slowly with a heavy and eerie creak. The scraping sound of the rusty coffin rim seemed to come from the depths of the Netherworld, carrying the aura of time and death. Inside the coffin, there were no bones as expected, but a dark green light as deep as an abyss, like a still nebula. Occasionally, a few mysterious streams of light would flash within, as if some ancient will was sleeping inside.

The phantom stared at Qin Yu, the light in its eyes gradually dimming, and its voice, deep and resonant, resonated with a sense of relief that came with the completion of a mission.

"You have... inherited my master's abilities... my mission... has come to an end."

Before he finished speaking, his body began to disintegrate from the edges inward, like dust carried away by an invisible wind, turning into pale green light fragments that swirled and rose in the air before finally being swallowed by the shadows of the Spectral Ghost Cemetery.

The eerie green light inside the coffin suddenly contracted into a thin beam of light the instant the phantom disappeared, like a sharp sword piercing through the void and instantly penetrating the Azure Evolution Core between Qin Yu's brows.

In an instant, Qin Yu's sea of consciousness was as if it were being crashed by a giant wave, and his entire spiritual world suddenly expanded to an unimaginable depth and breadth—countless timelines, causal chains, and definitions of existence unfolded before him at the same time, like billions of rivers flowing with light and shadow, intertwining into an inexhaustible web of destiny.

Following this were three ancient patterns, indescribable in language, like laws etched since the beginning of the universe, slowly emerging in the center of the sea of consciousness:

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[Three Forms of Fate Construction]

I. Cause and Effect Deconstruction

Description: Releases ripples of destiny, deconstructs the definition of space, breaks down matter and causality into light fragments, and arbitrarily reshapes terrain or structure.

Characteristic:

The interior space of the enemy or environment will be dissected into floating causal light fragments, which can be freely reassembled into impossible structures such as inverted mountain peaks and waterfalls in the sky.

The mechanism directly rewrites the rules of reality without consuming any energy, but the reorganized space will be in an unstable state for several minutes to several hours.

Mountains, buildings, and even the internal structure of enemies will shatter into countless intricate geometric light fragments under the silent impact, like a high-precision 3D puzzle being broken apart, and then reassembled in the air in an impossible way, as smooth as water, extremely shocking.

Uses: Can modify terrain, seal spatial rifts, and create traps for enemies.

II. Time Flow Reversal

Description: Time Splitting timeline, causing the flow of time to become chaotic, allowing glimpses of and even interference with the remnants of the past and future, thereby affecting present cause and effect.

Special characteristic: Enemies are split in time, with different fragments existing simultaneously. It is possible to instantly rewind to billions of years ago or fast forward to billions of years in the future.

It allows interaction with lingering images of the past or future, and even the borrowing of their power to fight.

The future is only a probability, and cannot be predicted with absolute certainty.

The dark clouds were torn apart into countless shimmering threads of time, and the scenes switched rapidly in a montage-like manner—ancient ruins and futuristic wastelands overlapped and intertwined, and afterimages flashed in the field of vision, merging with reality.

Purpose: To investigate historical truths, predict potential future events, and temporarily summon allied forces from the past or future.

III. Existence Erasure

Description: Disrupts and rewrites the target's perception of existence, causing it to begin questioning "whether I ever existed," ultimately leading to its complete disappearance from reality.

Characteristic: For the weak, existence will collapse and disappear instantly.

Against the strong, they will fall into deep fear or chaos, and their combat power will drop sharply.

When erasing, you can choose to erase some of the target's attributes (cultivation, memory, name) or erase them all at once.

The target's outline began to become transparent from the edges, dissipating like smoke. All traces, sounds, and images related to it were simultaneously erased from the environment, eventually turning into a wisp of green light that flowed back into the mark between Qin Yu's eyebrows.

Purpose: To directly remove obstacles, weaken powerful enemies, and create psychological pressure.

Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes. The green light mark between his brows resembled a sleeping star, restrained and unfathomable. The ancient will from the bronze coffin had completely merged into his flesh and soul, granting him a new power capable of shaking time and space and rewriting existence.

Deep within the Spectral Ghost Cemetery, the oppressive stillness seemed to stir with the awakening of the Power of Fate Construction —as if some deeper, more terrifying being had also been startled awake at this moment.

Wang Yuan withdrew his gaze from the bronze coffin and turned to look at Qin Yu, his eyes filled with both shock and heartfelt satisfaction.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Qin... on obtaining the ultimate inherited ability from the Spectral Ghost Cemetery."

His voice was deep, yet carried a solemnity that came from witnessing an extraordinary opportunity.

The green light mark between Qin Yu's brows slowly receded, a sharp yet composed glint flashing in his deep eyes. He smiled gently, his tone calm yet firm:

"Let's go, senior brother, it's time for us to return to the Eternal Extreme Sacred Hall. The time for the Desolate Annihilation Secret Realm to open has come, Chi Ning and the others... are still waiting for us to come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space beneath his and Wang Yuan's feet seemed to be gently torn apart by an invisible hand, with starlight flowing like water within the crack. Their figures were simultaneously swallowed by the starlight, turning into two streaks of light that vanished into the depths of the void in an instant.

The moment the void rift closed, the Spectral Ghost Cemetery returned to deathly silence. Countless cold, ancient steles appeared and disappeared in the mist, their weathered inscriptions seeming to gaze in the direction they had departed, carrying an eerie resentment and silent whispers.

In the abyss-like tomb, the wind sounded like a sigh from another world, passing through the cracked ground and collapsed mounds, stirring up wisps of cold dust. The once restless spirits and ghosts had all sunk into the depths of darkness, as if pressed back into eternal slumber by an invisible will.

The entire Spectral Ghost Cemetery was deathly silent and oppressive, as if any extra sound would disturb the true ruler of this hellish depths.