Chapter 71

Though the Chaos Stone Essence is no bigger than a cot, it weighs more than a ten‑thousand‑li mountain range; ordinary people couldn't even think of refining it, let alone lift it with all their strength.

If it weren't inside Purple Mountain, even a wisp of the leaking Chaos Qi would have already crushed this place.

Even with the Beginningless Bell's blessing above and formation patterns aiding below, Yang Zhu straining to lift it would still be extremely difficult.

Yang Zhu turned and walked toward the inverted stone steps; a prohibition lay beneath, so strong that even Gu Tian Shu could not set foot a single step, yet he trod as if on level ground.

"It's actually Chaos Stone Essence, rarer than the Nine Immortal Metals—no wonder it's the Beginningless Great Emperor!"

Gu Tian Shu stood below with arms crossed, his eyes burning hot.

Having spent thousands of years in Purple Mountain, no matter how he called or how hard he tried, the Beginningless Bell and the Stone Scripture gave no response; now at last he saw hope! Yang Zhu sat at the center of the Dao Platform, the Chaos Stone Essence hovering several zhang above his head.

Clang! The Beginningless Bell trembled, its toll resounding, and a wisp of supreme imperial might descended like a heavy hammer striking down—with a bang, the Chaos Stone Essence instantly changed shape.

The imperial might is vast enough to shatter even Gu Xing; using it to forge a life‑preserving treasure is more than sufficient.

The Chaos Stone Essence is already pure to the extreme, with not a trace of impurity; it is a treasure among treasures, able to take shape without any refinement.

Yang Zhu's body became crystalline, and myriad Dao patterns appeared, filling the vast hall, golden and brilliant, dazzling beyond compare.

Each Dao pattern held the supreme mystery, intertwining Dao and principle; they all trembled now, wave after wave striking the Chaos Stone Essence, each impact ringing with a fierce metallic clash.

While shaping it, he imprinted his own mark into every inch.

What a terrifying sight—each Imperial Dao principle could kill a Four‑Extremes cultivator, and there were over a thousand of them, continuously imprinting upon the "embryo," a mighty spectacle!

The tremendous commotion echoed through Purple Mountain; sensing that eternal, unforgettable ripple, the whole mountain fell into a terrifying silence.

That is the aura of the Beginningless! One need not see that figure; a mere hint of its qi can suppress all races!

The ancient creatures within Purple Mountain were all terrified, hiding away, daring not to move, fear pushed to the extreme.

They feared that in the next second imperial might would strike—no matter how strong you are, even a quasi‑emperor would fall! The Beginningless Bell said: "Rest easy, it's a sure kill."

When the Dao patterns were nearly exhausted, the Beginningless Scripture sent down a wisp of qi into Yang Zhu's body, then with a clatter countless Dao patterns burst forth, covering the hall thickly.

Repeating this cycle, the treasure gradually took shape and gained a touch of spirituality.

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The Eastern Wasteland—after that battle, all factions were affected.

Some smaller powers in the Eastern Wasteland, who couldn't even rank a name, all praised the emergence of such a figure in this age.

They lacked the strength to join the Heavenly Pride's contest, so they could only sigh.

But the transcendent powers—Shaking Light Holy Land, Purple Mansion Holy Land, the Ji Clan, and others—had varied reactions.

First came the Ji Clan: their proud Divine Body was split by Yang Zhu, offering no resistance whatsoever, utterly losing face.

From that day on, Ji Haoyue was beaten into withdrawal, becoming even more silent and reticent, and he announced sealed seclusion, which no one heeded.

The Shaking Light Holy Land was far more discerning; although Yang Zhu also killed its disciples at the grand gathering, fearing his potential, they chose to swallow their anger and did not openly threaten him as the Ji Clan had.

The outcome proved their choice correct—Yang Zhu slew Ji Haoyue in just a few rounds, overwhelmingly dominant.

They dare not guarantee that the current Shaking Light Holy Son could become a rival to the Saint Body Dao Embryo; as brilliant as the Shaking Light Holy Son, who once towered over all heroes and stood out among the Eastern Wasteland's Heavenly Pride, now pales in comparison.

Later rumors said that not long after that day, he too chose to go into seclusion.

The Jiang Clan fared much better; upon learning that Jiang Yi Fei knew Yang Zhu, the clan head personally spoke up, giving him a chance to grow closer.

The Saint Body Dao Embryo—a being stronger than a Saint Body—who wouldn't want to win it over?

The Purple Mansion Holy Land, like the Jiang Clan, sought to win him over at all costs, for its holy maiden is an Innate Dao Embryo, and they felt a natural affinity toward Yang Zhu.

As for the ugliest looks, that belongs to the Yin Yang Sect.

When the news reached the Central Plains, their faces turned green; they bore a grudge against Yang Zhu, and seeing his rapid rise to an unstoppable force, the sect was anxious beyond measure.

"Should we strike to kill?"—with the Jade Pond protecting him, they lacked the courage.

"Or seek reconciliation?"—they couldn't bring themselves to humble themselves, and even if they did, the hope of resolution would be slim.

The Yin Yang Sect now finds itself in a dilemma, suffering the most.

After that battle, some rejoiced while others grieved; Yang Zhu's emergence invariably imposed tremendous pressure on them all.

"The Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland is already a height we cannot reach, yet before the Saint Body Dao Embryo it is no more than a few moves' opponent."

Many of the younger generation felt their prospects bleak, sighing helplessly.

Heavenly pride is nothing but seeing my threshold; each word and sentence is like a great mountain, pressing them so they can't catch their breath, almost suffocating.

In the Purple Mountain, Yang Zhu ceaselessly refines his natal magic treasure.

After eight days, the rough embryo of the weapon takes shape, differing from ordinary weapons: it is neither a cauldron, bell, pagoda, etc., nor a sword, spear, or ancient mirror.

The embryo resembles a 'bowl', with a depressed center, yet the surrounding edges are not level.

Since he conceived the idea of evolving an immortal domain, his imperial weapon is destined to be extraordinary.

He wants to forge a Hun Dun Chi, containing immortal radiance; its water is composed of chaotic qi and fragments of the Great Dao, and once activated, it possesses the power to suppress the void and imprison the river of time!

The essence of the chaos stone can continuously produce chaotic qi; it is virtually inexhaustible, with no need to worry about depletion.

After the Hun Dun Chi takes shape, Yang Zhu adds the three kinds of immortal metal he has obtained, merging them with the chaos stone to imbue different attributes, making it more perfect.

Refining a single immortal metal is no easy task, let alone three together; fortunately, with the Bell of No Beginning's support, a mere wisp of imperial might surpasses divine fire tempering and heavenly tribulation baptism, making it the best method for refining one's natal magic treasure. In the blink of an eye, several days pass, and only after seven days do the three great immortal metals perfectly fuse with the essence of the chaos stone.

At this moment, the Hun Dun Chi is only the size of a bowl's rim, yet extraordinarily crystal clear; its water consists of countless fragments of the Great Dao.

Above the pool's surface, a thick layer of chaotic qi hangs, misty and vague; even the surface of the Hun Dun Chi has endless strands of chaotic qi dripping down.

The entire Hun Dun Chi can generate chaotic qi at every inch, within which yin and yang power circulates, endlessly arising and fading, capable of autonomously evolving a world.

"This magic treasure is terrifyingly powerful; it can actually suppress spacetime."

Gu Tianshu has been standing here watching these past days; although he has become a great sage, unrivaled in the world, he is still deeply shocked.

"The offspring of the Wu Shi Great Emperor all possess such miraculous power; it truly leaves us in the dust."

(End of chapter)