Shao Xian stood in the grand chamber, the black jade tablet still in his grasp. Its aura pulsed faintly, as if acknowledging its new master. The inscriptions on its surface glowed with an ancient, profound radiance—testament to the power it held within.
His golden eyes flickered as the vast knowledge of the Eternal Dao Suppression Scripture unraveled in his mind. This was no ordinary cultivation method—it was a technique that defied the very foundations of reality.
With each passing moment, Shao Xian's understanding deepened. The scripture wasn't just about cultivation; it was about absolute dominion. It contained secrets of suppressing even the strongest beings, nullifying their abilities, and rendering their divine powers meaningless.
"How fitting," he murmured, his lips curling into an icy smirk.
In his past life, his enemies had used countless schemes to suppress him, fearing his rise. But now, with this scripture, he would turn the very concept of suppression against them.
The chamber trembled as if the heavens themselves feared what he had just obtained.
Shao Xian took a step forward, the tablet vanishing into his inner world. He had already comprehended the core of its teachings, but mastering it would take time.
For now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.
He turned his gaze toward the shelves filled with jade slips and artifacts. Though none could compare to the Eternal Dao Suppression Scripture, there were still valuable treasures left behind by ancient cultivators.
With a wave of his hand, a dozen jade slips flew toward him. His spiritual sense swept over them, absorbing their contents in an instant. Most were incomplete techniques, abandoned paths of cultivation that had long lost their relevance.
Useless.
He let them drop to the ground, shattering upon impact.
Then, his eyes landed on a peculiar golden scroll resting on a pedestal. Unlike the others, it was surrounded by a faint spatial distortion, as if existing in a dimension of its own.
Intrigued, Shao Xian reached out. The moment his fingers brushed against the scroll, an immense force surged toward him, attempting to repel his presence.
A defensive mechanism.
A lesser cultivator would have been obliterated instantly.
But Shao Xian merely narrowed his eyes.
With a casual exertion of his will, the suppressive force collapsed. The spatial distortion shattered like fragile glass, and the golden scroll floated into his palm.
The moment he touched it, a torrent of ancient memories flooded his mind. Visions of an era long forgotten—where sovereigns clashed in battles that shook the fabric of the universe—played out before him.
This was not just any technique.
It was a record of the Nine Heavens Dominion Codex.
A method designed to establish absolute rulership over all existence.
Shao Xian's smirk deepened.
He was already destined to dominate the heavens. But now, fate itself had delivered him the means to accelerate that destiny.
With the Eternal Dao Suppression Scripture and the Nine Heavens Dominion Codex in his possession, there would be no force in existence that could challenge him.
He turned toward the chamber's exit.
It was time to remind the world why the name Shao Xian would never be forgotten again.