After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

"I have gained much from fighting you, so..."

"I'll use one of my trump cards now to send you to your grave!"

A strange light flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes, and he spoke calmly.

In the instant that the borrowed power of the Mystic Venerable was about to dissipate.

He took a deep breath, and instantly, runic markings appeared in his eyes.

The whole person seemed to have fallen into a state of bewilderment.

As he raised his right hand, a huge, illusory shadow appeared behind him.

This image... is a rune!

The runes are somewhat blurry.

But as soon as it appeared, Qinghai below roared and instantly retreated.

It was as if an invisible pressure was forcing the sea surface to cave in.

The surrounding nothingness distorted instantly.

At this moment, it was as if the entire world consisted only of the runes that appeared behind Qin Chuan.

These runes came from Qin Chuan's eyes and from his heart.

It was the runes that Qin Chuan had comprehended for many years and that he obtained from the Immortal Soil in the Ink Soil!

That artifact, which came from beyond the heavens, with its mere power of annihilation, transformed the entire Ink Land into black runes.

Qin Chuan did not grasp the whole picture; he only grasped some of it.

Furthermore, if he wanted to use it again, his cultivation level would only be barely enough.

Now, thanks to the power of the Blood Kirin, it has finally been revealed.

He looked blank, as if he had lost his mind.

A scene appeared in Qin Chuan's mind at this moment.

The scene depicts an endless starry sky, and within that sky, there is a figure with an ethereal air, yet whose features are indistinct.

He stood in the starry sky, flicked his right index finger, and a talisman appeared.

Each stroke on it carried an indescribable sharpness, and then with a flick of his sleeve, the rune headed straight for the Tianyuan Continent.

But just as they arrived, an aura emanating from somewhere on the Tianyuan Continent approached them in an instant.

After they collided, a deafening roar shook the starry sky and reverberated throughout the entire Tianyuan Continent.

In the midst of that deafening roar, the runes burned, turned to ash, and merged into the earth.

It turned into ink-black soil.

Within these ashes lies the meaning of that immortal talisman from back then!

As Qin Chuan's right hand suddenly fell from mid-air, the runes behind him turned black.

In an instant, it pierced through Qin Chuan's body and headed downwards, heading straight for Ancestor Yuwen.

At this moment, he seemed to transform into the immortal of yesteryear, and with a single hand, runes exploded.

At the same time, Qin Chuan's Blood Immortal Mask fell off, and the Blood Qilin flew out.

Qin Chuan's cultivation also recovered from the Xuanzun at this moment.

Ancestor Yuwen trembled violently, and three of his scales flashed.

It was as if his mind had been stimulated and recovered somewhat under this intense crisis.

But just as he regained his senses, a deafening roar came.

The rune touched his body in an instant, producing a deafening roar.

And there was also the mournful and desperate roar of Old Ancestor Yuwen.

His body was propelled directly by the rune and slammed into Qinghai.

The sea churned and rolled outwards, and the runes descended directly.

It traversed the seawater, and finally, with a resounding boom, it was imprinted on the western land beneath the seabed.

The entire earth shook.

Ancestor Yuwen's entire body was dim, and his breath was barely a whisper.

His body had long since collapsed and shattered, and was sealed beneath Qinghai Lake.

His ancestral nature has now vanished.

As the body crumbled, the primordial spirit gradually appeared in a blurry form, struggling and transforming into specks of crystalline light, seemingly about to scatter into the Qinghai Lake.

But just as his primordial spirit was about to dissipate, Qin Chuan raised his right hand and grabbed at Qinghai.

A sealing force suddenly appeared and was directly imprinted on the weakened and dying spirit of Ancestor Yuwen.

With a sudden yank, it was sealed directly inside the Blood Immortal Mask.

"Want to die? Not so easy. It would be such a waste for such a primordial spirit to dissipate..."

As Qin Chuan spoke calmly, he directly sealed away the primordial spirit of Ancestor Yuwen.

He then took out the pill, swallowed it, closed his eyes, and stood in mid-air.

A moment later, Qin Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a sharp glint.

He raised his right hand and slapped it on the Blood Immortal Mask.

The Three-Tailed Banner suddenly appeared, and as it was waved, the black, wheel-like Wheel of Time appeared in its hand.

At this moment, as the world returned to normal, Qin Chuan held the Wheel of Time, his eyes flashing.

His divine sense suddenly surged into it, and under the layers of imprinting, he continuously condensed his own mark within this time wheel.

This treasure is extraordinary.

Although his connection with Ancestor Yuwen was severed, Qin Chuan's mark still encountered obstacles.

He snorted coldly, and the Lotus Sword Formation appeared, immediately suppressing the attack.

It even activated its seventh life, blasting it into the Wheel of Time.

Under this constant imprinting, the wheel of time suddenly shrinks.

It then transformed into a black ray of light and entered Qin Chuan's dantian, where it was simultaneously refined by his seven soul bodies.

At this very moment, the primordial spirit of Yuwen Ancestor's avatar was sealed by Qin Chuan.

On the land of Mo Tu, within the Man Shi tribe, Ancestor Yuwen sat cross-legged in meditation.

The true form, dressed in a white robe, suddenly shuddered.

His face flushed instantly, and though his eyes remained closed, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

As blood gushed out, his middle-aged appearance instantly aged.

His hair turned gray, his skin became wrinkled, and he was no longer middle-aged, but an old man.

There was also an aura of decay emanating from him.

The aura was so strong that it seemed to dim the life force of Ancestor Yuwen for a moment.

His clone was sealed, severing its connection with himself.

This caused him immense harm.

If it were an ordinary clone, it would be fine, it would be dispensable, but this clone is different, it is like his second life.

At this moment, not only has his lifespan decreased, but his cultivation level has also dropped somewhat.

No longer at his peak, and even now he can only perform far worse than before.

His face was pale, and his body was trembling. He took a deep breath and kept his eyes closed.

Just as he was about to heal his wounds, his body suddenly shuddered again, and he had no choice but to open his eyes abruptly.

This was the first time he had opened his eyes in a century of seclusion.

This time, opening my eyes was not a perfect, spontaneous opening; in doing so, it was as if a century of seclusion had been in vain.

The moment he opened his eyes, it was as if a storm had appeared in them.

Ancestor Yuwen stared intently ahead, and from the void, a figure slowly emerged, growing ever more solid.

An old man, a middle-aged man with graying temples, and a boy in a red robe.

"Fellow Daoist Yuwen, where is the treasure?"

The boy in red robes smiled slightly and looked at Ancestor Yuwen.

Ancestor Yuwen took a deep breath, suppressing his inner anger.

These three people joined forces to break through their tribe's defenses and appear here.

If he hadn't decisively abandoned his seclusion and opened his eyes just now...

There may still be other uncertainties at this moment.

After all, they are both Xuanzun, and although they seem to get along well, it is actually all about interests.

Now that his clone has been destroyed, his cultivation is no longer at its peak.

Even if they don't have anything to do with them, they'll still find a way to extort money from them.