As dusk settled after we left the Floating Mist Immortal Pavilion, the Firmament Vault Heavenly Palace became even more bustling.
This Thousand Realms Sect city is far superior to any world Qin Yu has ever entered before. Even the most prosperous holy land in the Divine Abyss Realm has never had such a "living city".
In the sky, there is no sun or moon hanging, but nine layers of boundary light pour down, flowing from the boundary core and encompassing all things. The streets are not paved with earth and stone, but are flowing light woven from primordial spirit array patterns, floating in the air, layer upon layer, three thousand streets, and ten thousand markets.
Cultivators were as numerous as clouds, their soul lights danced wildly, and the aura of powerful figures was like a rainbow. Floating boats from all realms, spirit beast mounts, and soul-patterned pavilions intertwined to create a magnificent picture.
This is the Spirit Firmament Great Realm.
It is a realm where "mortals can slay Dao Ancestor," and a realm where "the Primordial Era can suppress ten thousand eras."
The Firmament Vault Heavenly Palace is one of the vital arteries of the Northern Region of the Spirit Firmament Great Realm.
Qin Yu did not rush to return to his sect, but instead wandered along the Heavenly Street. Amidst the surging Yuan Qi, he saw the alien alchemy workshop, the Soul Realm Battle Arena, the Array Technique Corridor, the Soul Tower Gathering...
Until his gaze was drawn to a white jade palace radiating intense soul pressure.
[Realmfire Immortal Hall]
This is the weapon forging hall directly under the Thousand Realms Sect, and also one of the top weapon trading halls in the entire Firmament Vault.
There was no clamor, no hawking, only floating islands on the Boundary Fire Furnace, each weapon displayed there as silent as a sleeping ancient soul.
Qin Yu stepped inside.
In an instant, the "boundary pressure" from various weapons rushed in like a spiritual tide. Although it had no killing intent, it still shook the Soul Sea.
Long spears, halberds, divine swords, flying wheels, bone bows, broken spears... every weapon was beyond any category he had ever seen before, completely transcending the definitions of "divine weapon" and "imperial weapon," and were truly Realm Artifact.
He paused, gazing intently, his expression growing somber.
He wasn't there to watch the spectacle.
Instead... they need to replace their troops.
Although the Spear of Black Bone had long been refined into his ring seal, making its combat power Realm Breaking and eras, its aura was too conspicuous, arousing the suspicion of the Soul Hunting Army when they first encountered him.
If he continues to use it outside the sect, it will inevitably attract pursuit and killing.
He needed a weapon that was "strong enough" but "inconspicuous"—at least suitable for concealing his "Initial Yuan Realm" level.
So he walked toward one of the floating islands, which was Realm Artifact platform marked [Primordial Era - Flowing Realm Stage].
The vast majority of weapons are looked down upon by high-level realm cultivators, and are priced at only five to thirty Realm Spirit. Most of them are merely practice items for outer disciples.
But Qin Yu's gaze fell on a long spear in the far corner.
It is entirely black, with the Soul-Severing Mark engraved on the gun body. The tail end is like a spiraling inverted point, but the spearhead has an extremely rare "hollow hook" shape, as if it can hook through the barrier of space and time.
It has no name, only four characters:
[No assessment rating]
However, the price is clearly written on the side:
[Ten Realm Spirit]
Qin Yu's gaze sharpened.
This is not an ordinary gun.
He reached out and gripped the gun handle; in an instant, an almost indescribable wave of boundary energy flashed from the depths of the gun's blade.
If he hadn't comprehended the power of the Ten Forms of the Gray Ring and the Azure Ring, he wouldn't have been able to detect this fluctuation at all.
This shot, for reasons unknown, was dismissed as "unassessable," but it contained the soul-crushing power to sever rules.
--This is a Soul Weapon that transcends all immortal weapons and imperial artifacts.
However, in the Spirit Firmament Great Realm, there are only ten Realm Spirit.
Qin Yu stood quietly in front of the gun.
He opened his right palm, and the Thousand Realms Inscription within his sea of consciousness slowly emerged. With a flick of his fingertips, ten rays of Realm Spirit light were extracted from the inscription and condensed into a small realm crystal talisman.
At that moment, a figure in a gray robe slowly walked out of the side door of the Immortal Palace. He was old but had a calm look in his eyes. He wore a "Boundary Fire Seal" on his chest, clearly one of the palace's stewards.
"This gun Nameless and no appraisal," the old man said.
"But the price is ten Realm Spirit."
Qin Yu nodded and gently held out the Boundary Crystal Talisman: "I want it."
The gray-robed deacon took the boundary crystal, looked down at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.
Although he didn't say much, he lightly tapped his finger, and the black spear slowly rose from the floating platform, its eerie light like a dragon swimming in the mist, the spearhead slowly approaching Qin Yu.
"It's yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Boundary Crystal Talisman was taken away, transforming into a wisp of soul pattern that flowed into the backstage of the Immortal Palace, while Qin Yu stored the gun into his sea of consciousness.
From beginning to end, there was nothing earth-shattering.
But Qin Yu could sense that within the spear, the dormant, unawakened Soul Seal trembled slightly, like an ancient soul finally awakened, opening its eyes in silence.
He didn't look at the deacon again, and turned to leave.
Behind him, the old man in the gray robe kept his gaze fixed on the spot.
After a long while, he murmured softly:
"Among the outer disciples of the Thousand Realms Sect, there is actually someone who can summon it..."
With the weapon in hand, the soul energy flowed spontaneously, and a boundary pattern within the spear slowly lit up, as if it had awakened, yet remained dormant.
He stored the gun away in his mind, never looking at it again.
As he turned to leave, his gaze remained indifferent.
In this world, price never determines value.
"But rather... qualifications."
The instant he left, a secret mirror on the top floor of the Realmfire Immortal Hall slowly lit up. An old man in a gray robe looked up as the "unassessed" gun was taken away, and murmured:
"Tens of thousands of years... Finally, someone has touched it again."
Stepping out of the Realmfire Immortal Hall, the light above the Heavenly Palace shone even brighter, the night was as dark as ink and silver, and the light of the three thousand floating islands poured down like a waterfall.
Qin Yu neither returned to his sect nor left directly. Instead, he slowly ascended the Heavenly Stairs and arrived at a desolate area in the southeast corner of the main city of the Firmament Vault Heavenly Palace.
This place is deserted and sealed off by boundary markings. It is a training ground for disciples of the Thousand Realms Sect, and very few people set foot here at night.
He raised his hand in a gesture.
"--now."
Buzz!
The black spear that had been dormant in the sea of consciousness slowly emerged, its body as dark as an abyss, its tail like dragon scales, and its tip like a crescent moon.
"Nameless."
Qin Yu's gaze remained calm as he raised his hand with a sudden tremor.
The black spear flew from his hand, pointing directly at a trial stone peak three miles ahead.
Boom--!
Silently piercing the air, the soul power was penetrated before the stone peak was even hit. The next moment, the entire peak shattered into hundreds of pieces, and before the space itself even trembled, it returned to silence as dust.
Like a shadowy figure lurking in the Hidden Abyss, a single strike can extinguish its life.
"... Truly extraordinary."
"While it doesn't resonate as well as the Black Bone Spear and the Ring Seal, it's sufficient for traversing this realm."
He reached out, and the gun blade fell into his palm.
Within that hook-shaped, cold light, there seemed to be some faint, unawakened Soul Seal quietly dormant.
From this day forward, your name is -- Pursuit of the Unseen.
The gun trembled slightly, as if in response.
There was no joy in his eyes, only indifference and a hidden sharpness.
"The secluded are silent."
Those who pursue will not return.
"You and I, both walk into the abyss, without asking where we're going."