Daqin Zhentiansi

"boom--"

Before Zhang Yuan, the Deduction Network shone even brighter.

The river of fate roared and surged before his eyes, with countless tributaries constantly branching, converging, disappearing, and being reborn.

He saw countless possible futures.

A road paved with blood and fire, and white bones.

He stood atop the crumbling Demon Realm, with the Great Qin Xuan Banner fluttering behind him.

Before him knelt countless demons, while he himself was covered in blood and tattered armor, his aura like a star about to burn out, brilliant yet nearing its end.

That was the end of his valiant battle against the Demon Lord, and his sacrifice to suppress the Ruins of Return.

A road glittering with stars and strictly ordered.

He sat high on the throne of the Nine Heavens, his black python robe transformed into an imperial robe, and as far as his gaze could see, the human realm was vast and boundless, with the Great Wall of Sword Ridge becoming the boundary wall protecting all the heavens.

That was the scene of reaching the pinnacle, ruling over all directions, and establishing an immortal divine dynasty.

A deep, dark road that merges into chaos.

His figure gradually blurred, becoming indistinguishable from the chaotic air currents.

As if transformed into the very rules, the phantoms of the Dragon Elephant Prison Stele and the Thirteen Fierce Swords rose and fell in the chaos.

That is the unity of body and mind with the Dao, becoming the embodiment of some kind of eternal rule.

One piece...

The most unpredictable road, and the one that most shocked Zhang Yuan.

In a cold, desolate, strange space composed of countless extremely precise mechanical structures and flowing galaxies of data.

His consciousness seemed to be detached and merged into a vast, incomparably large, star-like, cold core of creation.

That creation emanated a power beyond the comprehension of this world, and he himself seemed to have become a part of that creation, a "tool" with a predetermined ultimate goal.

This road is cold and powerful, yet it carries a suffocating sense of "not being myself".

There are even more tributaries.

He died from exhaustion in some unknown battle.

They were devoured by an even more terrifying extraterrestrial being.

Due to some unforeseen event, they fell into the demonic path, becoming a new calamity.

even……

He quietly withdrew from public life in some ordinary corner, ending his remaining days...

Countless lights and shadows flashed rapidly through Zhang Yuan's mind, as dazzling as a kaleidoscope.

Every path is incredibly real, and each contains a powerful force of cause and effect.

However, just as these myriad future possibilities were about to overwhelm his consciousness and leave him lost in the sea of ​​destiny's possibilities—

"Buzz!"

At the core of his consciousness, the "true self" mark, formed from the true meaning of chaos, the will of the dragon and elephant to suppress the prison, the battle spirit of the Great Qin, and the indomitable will of humanity, suddenly burst forth with unprecedented light!
This light is not power, but a pure and unwavering will!

"My fate is in Qin! My path is mine to choose!"

A deep roar seemed to explode from the deepest part of the soul!

This roar doesn't belong to any predicted future!

It originates from this moment, from Zhang Yuan's absolute belief as the Marquis of Qingyang of the Great Qin and as the backbone of the human race!

"Boom——!"

The web of deduction in the sea of ​​consciousness was forcibly torn apart by this overwhelming and uncontrollable will of the "true self"!
Those countless seemingly destined tributaries of the future, under the impact of this will, melted and disintegrated as rapidly as snow under the sun!
The enormous, cold, star-like phantom of creation emitted a silent hum, seemingly carrying a hint of "surprise" and "approval," before fading away.

Only one path remained, which became incredibly clear and unwavering amidst the shattered web of deductions!
It was a road without a specific end, but with a clear direction.

forward!

Overcome all obstacles!

With the sword in hand, I will carve out a path to survival for the Great Qin behind me, for the Zhao Continent beneath my feet, and for the hundreds of millions of people!
Whether it's the Bone-Eating Demon Lord, the Will of the Void, or the being behind that cold creation that stands in the way...

They shall all be beheaded!
The end of this road may be unknown, but every step is taken by Zhang Yuan's will at this moment!

Do not be bound by the shackles of the past, nor be misled by the illusions of the future. Grasp the present moment and strike at the enemy that must be struck!

"My fate is my own, not ordained by heaven!"

The instant this realization struck Zhang Yuan like a thunderclap deep within his soul—

"Buzz!"

The tightly closed gates of the thirteenth bronze palace opened silently!

It wasn't opened by external force, but rather the palace itself sensed the fluctuations of the perfected "My Fate Technique" and spontaneously opened its arms.

The hall was devoid of ornate furnishings, except for a blue sword talisman that floated in the center, more ancient and profound than any of the previous ones.

It is no longer a projection of a single secret technique; at its core flows the ultimate mystery of "clearly understanding one's own destiny and controlling all trajectories with one's own will."

My Fate Technique!
At the same time, a pure and radiant light, containing the core essence of the Life-Derivation Sword Stele, appeared as if summoned.

From the depths of the palace, from the entire Life Evolution Sword Stele, and even from the very origin of the Ten Directions Sword Tomb Secret Realm, it traversed space, ignored all obstacles, and instantly descended, pouring into Zhang Yuan's body without reservation!

This ray of light did not bring about a violent surge of power.

Yet it was like the most perfect rain, nourishing his soul and foundation of enlightenment that he had just achieved.

His chaotic true essence became more refined and harmonious.

The perception of one's destiny has been elevated to an unprecedented level.

It is as if with a single thought, one can vaguely perceive the good or bad fortune related to oneself, and can even use a stronger "id" will to influence and correct the course of one's own destiny.

Under the rule of this "Art of My Fate," the first twelve arts were no longer merely secret techniques for external use, but became an extension of the ultimate goal of "controlling one's own destiny."

Before the palace gates, the white-robed elder looked at the open gates, watched the final sword talisman merge into Zhang Yuan's body, and watched the infusion of primordial spiritual light.

A clear and relieved smile finally bloomed on his usually calm face.

This smile transcends millions of years of waiting, carrying the satisfaction of witnessing the beginning of an era and the serenity of its end.

"You understand." The old man's figure began to become transparent, his voice ethereal like a celestial sound, "The Thirteen Arts of Destiny have finally found their master. This decaying old shell, may it dissipate..."

"A new era should be written by a new 'destined master'..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure vanished completely into the starlight like quicksand.

No trace was left.

As he dissipated, the thirteenth bronze palace, along with the entire Destiny Palace complex, began to emit a soft light.

As if having completed its final mission, it began to slowly dissolve and decompose, transforming into the purest Dao principles of destiny. Part of it merged into Zhang Yuan's body to consolidate what he had gained, while another part returned to nourish the origin of the entire Ten Directions Sword Tomb Secret Realm.

Standing amidst the fading light and shadow, Zhang Yuan felt the true meaning of the "My Fate Technique" within his body, which was perfectly harmonious and governed the trajectory of his own destiny, as well as the transformation brought about by the origin of fate.

He opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the dissipating palace illusion, looking towards the direction of other sword tablets deep within the secret realm. His eyes were brighter than the stars and deeper than destiny.

In his mind, the Chaos Furnace appeared, and golden light and shadow condensed.

[Zhang Yuan] Identity: War Marquis of Qingyang in the Great Qin Dynasty, Deputy Chief of the Zhen Tian Division, in charge of an army of 30 million across two continents.
Cultivation level: Heavenly Fate Saint Realm

Cultivation: The Seventh Level of the "Nine Revolutions of Primordial Chaos Nourishing Qi and Returning to Truth"
Chaotic Space: Seventy-two Chaotic Beads

Source of power: The body of the Nine Great Sages

Divine Soul Realm: Saint Realm

Protective Armor: Azure Dragon Mace, Autumn Chill Blade, Dragon Sparrow Blade, Thirteen Ferocious Swords, Bright King's World-Suppressing Golden Wheel
Physical body, cultivation level, and divine soul—the three sacred realms!

This is the true Great Sage!

With the power of the Nine Heavens, all realms can be shattered!
No one in the world knew that Zhang Yuan's physical strength had reached such an unparalleled level.

Zhang Yuan took a step out of the Annihilation Sword Monument, and the void around him suddenly boiled!

Before the aura originating from chaos and fused with the true meaning of life, death, and annihilation had subsided, an even more violent power erupted from his body!
Thirteen malevolent sword phantoms materialized from the chaos.

Immortal Desolation, Immortal Slaughter, Immortal Fall, Immortal Slaying and Cause Severing...

The fierce and incomparable sword intent intertwined instantly, transforming into a destructive star ring that enveloped the entire core area of ​​the Ten Directions Sword Monument!

What is he going to do? !

The Ten Directions Sword Stele is the origin of Zhao Zhou's sword path and the foundation for the remnants of the Heavenly Dao in this world!
Zhang Yuan actually intended to use these thirteen malevolent swords, symbolizing the end, as a guide to forcibly control the power of the Ten Directions Sword Stele!

This is to use the remaining Dao foundation of Zhao Zhou as a furnace to activate the vast Dao origin of Yong Tian Zhou!
Countless Zhao Zhou cultivators who sensed the dramatic changes in this place, whether they were inside the secret realm or struggling to survive in the outside world, felt an indescribable shock and a glimmer of hope.

Could it be that Marquis Qingyang truly intends to reshape the Heavenly Dao of Zhao Continent single-handedly?!
The ancient runes on the monument flickered wildly.

The vast Dao principles of Yongtian Continent surged in like a celestial river flowing backwards, rushing into the Sword Intent Star Ring!

"boom--"

That vast, complete, orderly, and vibrant power was worlds apart from Zhao Zhou's decaying, depleted, and cracked origin.

This is not merely an infusion of power, but a complete overhaul and reshaping of the rules!
Zhang Yuan's actions were tantamount to forcibly grafting the robust roots of Yongtianzhou onto the dying land of Zhaozhou!

Zhang Yuan's will descended upon the core of each sword monument like a creator.

The chaotic sword intent transformed into an invisible carving knife, and he was actually tampering with the original true meaning of Zhao Zhou's eternal inheritance!
This is no longer a simple repair or restoration, but a world-shaking "foundation reconstruction" based on the Great Dao of Yongtian and framed by the Chaotic Sword Intent!
Within the true meaning of "Suppressing the Mountain and Breaking the Void" on the Rifting Mountain Sword Stele, the dark golden dragon and elephant prison-suppressing Dao patterns flow, as heavy as a mountain, and as sharp as breaking through the void.

Originally, the Mountain-Splitting Path only pursued extreme destruction, but it was endowed with the indomitable will of the Yongtian Town Prison Army and the commanding sharpness of the Great Qin Army Formation.

The true meaning of power has shifted from destruction to protection through rebuilding!

The surviving disciples of the Hundred Slashes Sect were moved to tears amidst the torrent of inheritance.

Their lost "Ninefold Power of Rifting Mountains" has not only reappeared, but has also been endowed with an unprecedented essence!
The core of the Yuanhai Sword Stele, "Returning to the Source and Embracing the Sea," transforms the Yongtian Water Path Righteous Law into a blue vortex, encompassing all things and nurturing life.

The cultivators of the Sea Abyss Sword Palace felt their parched meridians instantly replenished, and their protective sword aura, on the verge of collapse, was enveloped, repaired, and sublimated by a gentle yet vast power.

The dying land of Guixu has been transformed into a womb teeming with life!

Hai Wuyai's white hair turned black, and his hunched body straightened.

Amidst the cycle of life and death on the Silent Sword Monument, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Mark is imprinted on the void, the cycle of ending and rebirth never ceases...

Zhang Yuan's ultimate understanding of annihilation and life and death is completely integrated into this stele.

Mo Chen, a disciple of Cangfeng Valley, underwent a transformation with a humming sound. Life and death Dao patterns flowed within the chaotic gray-white, and the stagnation of his inheritance that had troubled him for many years was suddenly resolved. The space around him flickered and changed accordingly.

Annihilation is not the end; even in death, life can be found!

This revolutionary realization shook the hearts of all the Silent Sword cultivators.

On each of the sword monuments, the remaining inheritance of Zhao Zhou was altered, aligning with the Great Qin Heavenly Dao of Yongtian Zhou.

The power Zhang Yuan unleashed caused a tremor, a roar, a surge as powerful as the sky collapsing!
The decaying Heavenly Dao of Zhao Zhou let out an instinctive lament.

The dried-up laws and principles were forcibly infused with the high-level Dao principles of the Yongtian realm, like withered ancient trees sprouting new branches, and the foundation of heaven and earth on the verge of collapse was forcibly stabilized and nourished.

The entire secret realm, and even the ruins of Zhao Zhou outside, seemed to be infused with the power of new life, as if the pervasive atmosphere of decay, oppression, and suffocating "death" was being infused with the power of new life.

Although it was painful, and although it was forcibly stitched up by external forces, the deep-seated decay and despair were dispelled for the first time by a powerful vitality and sense of order.

Countless beings in Zhaozhou, who had been struggling to survive, felt a long-lost sense of "relaxation" in the darkness, which was a sign that the shackles of the Heavenly Dao were loosening!
"Om-"

Zhang Yuan's astonishing act in Zhao Zhou instantly resonated with the entire destiny of the Great Qin Dynasty!
Yongtian Continent, at the summit of the imperial city.

Emperor Yuankang, his black robes billowing, shattered layers of cloud platforms with a single step!
His eyes shone with divine light, piercing through the endless void and reaching the core of Zhao Zhou.

As the emperor of Qin, he sensed Zhang Yuan's will to reshape the foundation of Zhao Zhou's Dao.

I also felt that faint call from the lost land!
Emperor Yuankang raised his arms, and the Imperial Seal, the supreme artifact that carried the fate of the Qin Dynasty for ten thousand years and connected with the origin of heaven and earth, rose into the air!

"boom--"

"boom--"

Countless golden rays shot into the sky from the Great Dao!

The seal radiated a light that illuminated the heavens, causing the illusory images of the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces to suddenly appear above the imperial city!
This is not a simple projection, but rather the divine artifact of the state using its supreme power to forcibly manifest the remaining Heavenly Dao veins of the Nine Provinces into the world!

The Seven Continents Avenue manifested, coalescing into a long river of golden light!

The vast sky shines like the sun, its origins abundant, like the heart of the Nine Provinces, strong and powerful, radiating boundless light.

The land of Qingtian is teeming with life, lush with vegetation, a place where the path of immortality flourishes, full of vitality.

The Yangtian Sword Peak soared into the sky, its sharpness fully revealed, its sword energy reaching the heavens, unstoppable.

Liangzhou is vast and majestic, its land boundless and imposing, as steady as a mountain, with deep roots.

Chen Zhou was as imposing as an iron wall and as immovable as a mountain.

The fortifications were formidable and impregnable.

Tengzhou is ethereal and graceful, shrouded in mist and clouds.

Mysterious and unpredictable, ever-changing.

Xu Zhou's blood and flames have not been extinguished, his fighting spirit remains unyielding.

Baptized by war, they remained indomitable.

Beyond the seven-colored light and shadow, which resembled a rainbow, two faint light and shadow appeared.

Those were the two lost continents of the Qin Dynasty!
Tongzhou.

In the scene of light and shadow, endless black tides surge, the demonic flames of the Void erode the spatial barrier, and the shattered continent is tightly imprisoned by the ferocious storm chains.

Only demonic clouds raged between heaven and earth, and the air was heavy with death.

Deep within the Demon Cloud, the few remaining ancient city ruins, like candles flickering in the wind, shimmer with a faint yet incredibly tenacious spiritual light!

Deep within its core earth veins, a faint yet clear sword cry, carrying an indomitable will of ten thousand years, pierced through layers of demonic barriers, crossed endless void, and resonated with the newly born Dao principles within the Ten Directions Sword Stele of Zhao Zhou!

In Jingzhou, only stardust and dust filled the air.

The shattered stars are like tombstones in a vast, cold graveyard.

Fragments of the ancient sword tomb floated among them, lifeless and cold.

That was a tragic scene of complete shattering and utter destruction of the foundation of the Dao.

Zhang Yuan's mind was shaken violently. The sword cry that pierced through the demonic barrier and originated from Tongzhou exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness like thunder!
In an instant, a long-forgotten, ancient celestial law of the earth surged into his consciousness.

"If Tongzhou is not returned, Jingzhou will be forever shattered!" (End of Chapter)