Tai Chuan had no plans to cultivate—it was focused on refining the Desolate Universe Seal. With the seal in its possession, Tai Chuan was eager to test its power.
All prohibitions and soul imprints on the seal had been removed by Lan Xiaobu, allowing Tai Chuan to refine it swiftly. In just a few days, the seal was fully under its control.
Tai Chuan opened its mouth, swallowing the seal, then spat it out. A ten-thousand-foot seal hovered in the void before it.
Should I try it? Feeling the seal’s potent attack aura, Tai Chuan itched to test it, restless otherwise.
Better try it, but first, set up a shielding prohibition to avoid disturbing Fate Saint’s enlightenment.
Tai Chuan’s gaze fell on Zhen Changyuan, and it froze. Thick, clear principles filled the space around her, with boundless cosmic fortune surging in. Her fortune principles grew ever denser.
It even felt as if she’d vanished, merging with the vast universe.
What powerful principles—I must learn them.
Sensing the strength of fortune principles, Tai Chuan couldn’t suppress its desire. It believed proving the Fortune Path would let it leap to Fourth Revolution Saint Beast.
“Hm, a chaos divine beast?” A surprised voice rang out, and a robust middle-aged cultivator landed before Tai Chuan.
But he quickly corrected, “No, not a divine beast…”
He’d sensed Tai Chuan was a proven saint beast, but then his eyes caught Zhen Changyuan. Her swirling charm was too striking, with vast fortune pouring in.
She’s proving fortune? He soon confirmed it, his eyes showing awe and admiration. Who among those proving fortune was ordinary?
“Your eyes are darting around—what scheme are you cooking up?” Tai Chuan snorted, stepping in front of the cultivator. It waved a hand, setting a simple shielding prohibition to fully conceal the Samsara Pot. With Fate Saint proving her path, Tai Chuan couldn’t let anyone interfere—it was Lan Xiaobu’s order.
The Desolate Universe Seal hovered above, ready. If not for Lan Xiaobu’s instructions, Tai Chuan would’ve struck already.
It could only wait for this man to make the first move, then retaliate.
To Tai Chuan’s disappointment, the cultivator showed no hostility, offering a respectful bow. “Greetings, friend. I only came to Tai Ruins Tomb to train a divine art. Seeing this senior’s path, I was struck with awe and lingered a moment. Please forgive me.”
A proven saint beast stood at this universe’s peak. Though he was a proven saint, his potential paled compared to a saint beast—especially with a fortune-proving powerhouse nearby.
“Oh? Do you know why Tai Ruins Tomb changed? Last time I was here, it was bustling,” Tai Chuan said, seeing he wouldn’t attack, seizing the chance to ask questions.
The cultivator quickly replied, “Before, Tai Ruins Hall was dominated by Jiang Jiechang and some Nine Revolution Saints, making a mess. They offended a powerhouse who, after they captured his friends, emerged from the tomb and razed the hall.”
“I know that. I’m asking why it’s so lifeless now,” Tai Chuan said, waving dismissively.
As its cultivation rose, Tai Chuan’s saint beast aura emerged naturally.
The cultivator explained, “Decades ago, a peerless powerhouse came, targeting proven cultivators, stripping their worlds for treasures. Finding many array masters here, he stayed, slaughtering countless proven cultivators. No one dared come, and Tai Ruins Tomb became a ruin.”
“Someone like that, and you still came?” Tai Chuan eyed him skeptically, suspecting deception.
The cultivator gave a wry smile. “My techniques and arts are tied to Tai Ruins Tomb—I can’t avoid it. I set up monitoring arrays outside. Twelve years ago, I saw that powerhouse leave. After watching a few more years to confirm, I dared return. I don’t stay long—last time, I left after six months. This is my second visit in three years.”
“A powerhouse who could kill all Tai Ruins Tomb’s proven saints?” Tai Chuan was doubtful, knowing Nine Revolution Saints had been here. How strong was this killer?
“It’s true—I wouldn’t dare lie,” the cultivator said, anxious at Tai Chuan’s skepticism.
“He’s not lying, but he got one thing wrong. I didn’t leave—I just entered the tomb. And now, I’m back,” a voice said as a black-clad giant stepped from the void, standing before Tai Chuan and the cultivator.
The cultivator’s face paled at the sight. He tried to retreat, but his body felt heavy, as if weighed by a cosmic force, unable to move.
He’d seen this man leave—why was he still here?
The black-clad man ignored him, fixing his gaze on Tai Chuan. “Not bad for a little thing. Last time, you were Second Revolution. Now, in so little time, you’re Third. No matter—today, you’re not leaving.”
Tai Chuan scoffed, “Meng Buchen, have you no shame? Did I leave last time? You were beaten senseless by my big brother. I admire your guts, daring to show up again.”
Tai Chuan now understood who’d rampaged here—Meng Buchen, a Longevity Saint at Creation Path realm. No wonder no one could match him.
At Tai Chuan’s words, Meng Buchen’s face darkened. In this universe, he’d suffered a loss against Lan Xiaobu. He’d come here to advance his path, aiming to settle the score.
“Call your brother out. I, Meng Buchen, will test his arts again,” he said, raising a hand. A nine-pronged rake appeared in his palm.
He didn’t expect to crush Lan Xiaobu, but his time in Tai Ruins Tomb hadn’t been fruitless. Though his realm hadn’t risen, he’d gained new divine arts, and his Three Realms were denser, infused with more killing principles.
“Heh, wait then. My brother’s back soon,” Tai Chuan said, pulling out a communication bead.
Seeing this, Meng Buchen realized Lan Xiaobu wasn’t here. He’d assumed Lan Xiaobu was in the shielded prohibition cultivating. Now, he knew better—and rejoiced. The nine-pronged rake transformed into nine sharp principles, surging at Tai Chuan. Unable to best Lan Xiaobu before, he’d start by capturing Tai Chuan.
His divine sense pierced Tai Chuan’s shield, confirming it wasn’t Lan Xiaobu but a woman—and the Samsara Pot was here. Luck was on his side. In this realm, he feared only Lan Xiaobu—others were beneath notice.
Tai Chuan roared in fury. A Third Revolution Saint Beast against a Creation Path Saint? No matter. The Desolate Universe Seal swelled to ten thousand feet, crashing down.
Boom! Principles exploded, rules shattered. Tai Chuan was blasted back. The nine principles slowed slightly, then, as if alive, enveloped Tai Chuan’s space.
As they were about to bind and drag Tai Chuan away, a cold shout rang out. A white mountain slammed forth.
Crack! Crack! Nine shattering sounds followed. The killing principles targeting Tai Chuan dissolved into nothing.
The rake fell from the air, and a crack appeared in Meng Buchen’s domain.
Meng Buchen was horrified, grabbing his rake to retreat. But the white mountain, after shattering his principles, pressed toward his head. His domain and space were fully locked.
So strong—an absolute top-tier Creation Path powerhouse. He couldn’t fathom why this universe, beyond himself, held another Creation Path expert.
But now wasn’t the time to wonder—he had to break free from this killing domain fast.
