Chapter 473: Awakening

"True Self Principle?"

"Outside myself, nothing else exists?!"

In the realm of illusion, Fang Xing's true spirit flickered, then spontaneously constructed three dantians.

A Great Sun Divine Core fell into the upper dantian, the Solar Star Palace settled in the middle dantian, and infinite starlight erupted in the lower dantian!

"The Pan Wu Scripture, supreme martial body—condense!"

The three dantians resonated, forging a perfect young body.

Every inch of his form seemed to follow the golden ratio, radiating an immortal elegance!

The Ten Realms of Martial Dao—True Immortality!

Fang Xing had condensed, of course, the Immortal Body!

To outsiders, his body had simply turned illusory, then coalesced from nothing into the "True Immortal" form!

This step was crucial!

Ye Liuyun had skipped this step, failed to grasp the "True Self," and was thus utterly erased by a casual strike from the Creator.

Introduction to the True Self Principle, Immortal Body formed...

Fang Xing clenched his fist: "Now my soul and body are both immortal... but the path to eternity is still immeasurably far."

Immortality comes in many forms.

The lowest tier is borrowed immortality—like Void Refinement cultivators, entirely dependent on the Immortal Dao, still bound by the world's heavenly tribulations.

A slightly better form is "self-reliant immortality," requiring no external aid, free from external tribulations, yet unable to endure forever in the Great Void Chaos if the world it depends on perishes.

Higher still is the state where the heavens and earth perish but I do not, the world decays but I remain immortal!

Yet even this state cannot be called eternity!

The Eternal! Eternally existing—even if the world is destroyed, even if the Great Void Chaos is obliterated, even if the Dao itself decays... the self remains eternal!

"My 'Immortal Body,' though True Immortal, still has a vast distance to travel before reaching eternity."

Fang Xing sighed, his thought shifting to conjure a pure white training robe upon his body, then stepped forward.

In an instant, he exited the secret realm and appeared above Lanxing University.

BOOM!

A supreme aura surged skyward, forming an immortal Great Sun!

This Great Sun was no ordinary star—it carried a faint resonance of temporal-spatial immortality, hanging above layers of spacetime, an ineffable immortal celestial body!

"The Ten Realms of Martial Dao—broken!"

Nie Ying's eyes filled with tears.

"Congratulations, Elder Fang, on breaking through the Ten Realms of Martial Dao!"

One after another, Martial Saints and Martial Gods bowed their heads; outside, the Great Golden Golems and even Martial Golden Core experts knelt outright.

The Martial Dao's will was mighty and domineering—regarding themselves as sovereigns, they bowed not to Fang Xing, but to the future path of Martial Dao!

The one who paves the way for Martial Dao deserves such reverence!

But just then!

In the most secretive, cutting-edge laboratories across the Federation, piercing alarms suddenly blared:

【ALERT! ALERT! Dream Gods asleep... Creator suspected to have awakened!】

【Hazard Level: SSS!】

In the deepest reaches of the boundless universe, within a hidden core.

A single thought slowly awakened.

It was, seemingly, the master of this universe—by a single thought, it could perceive all events across the cosmos.

Thus, it directly sensed Fang Xing—and that trace of True Self Principle!

Another ant daring to challenge the True Self!

It had dealt with such "ants" before.

Though this time it had been "awakened," it was not true awakening, nor had it regained full power.

But... even against a mere tenth-rank being, a single thought was more than enough.

After all... it was the Creator of this universe, the true sovereign!

Lanxing.

"Is the Creator coming?"

In outer space, a mechanical planet had silently descended.

It was none other than the founding chancellor of Shengjia University.

After Ye Liuyun's incident, they now knew that when a martial artist breaks through the tenth realm, the greatest threat is not demonic cultists or extraterrestrial demons—but the Creator!

On the mechanical planet now stood an old man and a woman.

The Federation's last three Elders had gathered!

Even carrying forbidden weapons—they were, effectively, three twelfth-rank combatants!

"The Creator..."

The woman murmured, her face suddenly twisted with utter terror: "It's acting... we... we cannot resist, cannot interfere..."

The Creator's interference was undetectable by ordinary tenth- or eleventh-rank practitioners.

Only these few, wielding twelfth-rank power and having prepared in advance, could sense it at all.

"The foundation of existence, physical constants... impossible, impossible... how could we be fake? Ha ha... everything is false, everything is illusion... meaningless, meaningless..."

The other old man was the Federation's highest academic authority.

Now, in the most advanced lab aboard the mechanical planet, he stared at experimental data and conclusions, frantically tearing at his face and beard, tears streaming down: "Science is dead... science is dead... nothing has meaning."

"What's happening?"

Compared to these two giants of science and the occult, the founding chancellor's expertise lay in mechs and combat—he still looked confused. "We... are all false."

"Ye Liuyun died just like this last time..."

"Everything we are was created by the Creator—all is illusion... should the Creator interfere, we are all illusions..."

The old man and woman, speaking in frantic, lamenting tones, revealed the universe's greatest secret.

The founding chancellor fell silent, a deep despair rising from his soul, threatening to extinguish his inner light!

"It's here."

Above Lanxing University.

Fang Xing sensed a certain "erasure."

No—this was not erasure, merely the Creator's thought.

Once, Ye Liuyun had been struck by this thought, realizing his very foundation was false; all his martial achievements, like castles built on sand, crumbled at the slightest push.

Now, Fang Xing faced the same.

But this time, the situation was clearly different!

"All is illusion, only I am real!"

He roared, his bloodline exploding—no anomaly, no dissolving into nothingness as Ye Liuyun had.

Because he had already passed the stage of bodily illusion!

His Immortal Body now rested upon the True Self Principle, forged by the power of three dantians, with the Pan Wu Scripture as its bone—the supreme martial body!

Long ago, he had "used illusion to cultivate truth"—it was not illusory!

Even if the Creator wielded the Illusion Principle, it would counter his own True Self Principle, not easily dissolving him.

"He held on!"

Xu Sanyang, witnessing this, his eyes filled with indescribable joy and awe.

"Fang Xing..."

"Fang Xing..."

Nie Ying, Nan Gong Xue, Gu Jian Tong, Liu Wei, Gu Yun...

Countless people, known and unknown, all shouted Fang Xing's name!

These were his karmic threads—unbreakable.

And this was the very reason he stood here, to fight the Creator!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Deep within the universe, a presence erupted suddenly!

On the endless battlefield at the Federation's frontier.

Star fortresses floated, their powerful fields interlinked, forming the most unyielding defense line.

Beyond the fortresses lay countless extraterrestrial demonic followers.

Their forms were grotesque, chaotic, numbering infinite yet incapable of forming any coherent army or coordination.

Clearly, they worshipped different great beings.

Yet now, all these followers—even humans piloting warships and mechs—felt an inexplicable majesty and terror.

As if... that was the supreme being who had birthed both humanity and demons.

That Supreme Existence was boundless, incomprehensibly majestic... with but a single thought, it arrived at the star system where Blue Star resided!

Though it did not primarily cultivate the Dao of Space and Time, within its own created universe, it naturally held the highest permission rights.

Instant teleportation by thought was but child's play.

"Ah... I can't see anything."

The founding headmaster's spiritual light overflowed, striving to pierce through the great existence standing atop layers of spacetime.

But he could only cry out in vain.

An indescribable majesty crashed down, as if carrying the ultimate corruption of extraterrestrial gods, even compelling the three Federation Elders to kneel.

This was an unimaginable thing!

As a force forged through relentless battles against extraterrestrial gods, even those among them who were not martial artists possessed targeted countermeasures against such corruption—capable of facing extraterrestrial gods of the Three Pillars without flinching.

Yet now, facing the Creator, this Supreme Existence, they could scarcely summon a single thought of resistance, as if... they had beheld their own father!

The gap between the Twelfth Realm and Thirteenth Realm may seem merely one level, but each subsequent realm grows so vast that the difference often exceeds the sum of all prior realms combined!

Whoosh!

Just as the three Elders believed they would be corrupted into gods, a shadow flashed—and Fang Xing appeared beyond Blue Star's outer space.

His martial will surged skyward, severing the Supreme Existence's majesty and corruption.

"This is my battlefield—you three guard Blue Star!"

Fang Xing chose to break through publicly at Blue Star University precisely to gather those close to him, making protection easier.

With the Creator's power and its "permission rights" within the main universe, hiding anywhere would be the same—better to keep it under one's own watchful eye.

"Fang Xing..."

The founding headmaster gazed at Fang Xing's majestic, immortal back, his heart too complex to describe.

The Blue Star Federation had believed it prepared every contingency for the Creator's awakening.

But when the Creator truly awoke, they realized all their preparations, all their plans... were jokes!

In such moments, only true strength could be relied upon!

A great sun emerged on Fang Xing's third eye, a faint crimson glow flickering within.

He finally saw the Creator's true visage!

The entity seemed to have countless faces: sometimes a gate formed of countless orbs, sometimes an eternal chaotic flame, then instantly transforming into a pale mother body birthing countless demonic gods...

Each of these faces alone was enough to corrupt and drive mad a Ninth Realm Martial God who so much as glimpsed it!

(End of Chapter)