Chapter 19
After calming himself down, Wei Shiyan sat cross-legged, his expression composed, his breathing steady. His gaze swept inward, checking over his physique with the same neutral face he had worn countless times before. By now, he was far too accustomed to his own monstrous constitution; no ordinary technique or physique in existence could pique his interest anymore.
The power within his body was like a boundless sea—violent, chaotic, yet under his complete command. It was something only he could endure, something only he could wield.
He shifted his focus once more, turning his attention to his martial soul. As his mind connected with his martial physique, a force surged forth—majestic, domineering, and unyielding. This power was capable of rivaling any overwhelming circumstance, a force so absolute that even heaven's summit would bow before it.
All three physiques that he had obtained were terrifying in their own right, each one at the pinnacle of existence. Yet, what made them truly frightening was not their individual strength but the fact that he could, whenever he desired, merge them together. Unlike others who would suffer unimaginable pain or rejection when trying to fuse physiques, he could combine them seamlessly—without so much as a ripple of discomfort.
Unlike his law physiques he get when ever he devours a new law .
Even though those paths still have other respective physiques, he doesn't know if he devours for example another treasure with martial attributes if he will gets another form of martial physique or not, if yes then the fusion of the respective physiques into the same category or compound (paths) is not a joke .
Wei Shiyan, however, placed such thoughts aside. He knew better than to be distracted by his own strength. Something was coming—something helpful, something inevitable. His instincts, honed to an edge sharper than any blade, and his previous experience warned him of this.
And just as he predicted, it began.
From the depths of his soul, countless particles of light rushed forth, flooding into his mind in an unstoppable torrent. Thousands upon thousands of glittering fragments cascaded through his consciousness like an endless river of starlight.
Wei Shiyan sat unmoving, allowing the tide to engulf him. Like a black hole devouring all matter, he assimilated the particles with ease. Not once did he feel even the slightest sting of pain in his mind. His soul, far too profound and vast, accepted the incoming flood as though it had been waiting for it all along.
Once the process was complete, he began to browse through the particles. His eyes, inwardly gazing, widened slightly.
They were not mere fragments of energy.
They were knowledge—ancient, vast, and immeasurable. Techniques, arts, principles, methods, and understandings long lost to the world lay within his grasp.
Formations that could split mountains. Arrays that could overturn seas. Runes that commanded the fabric of reality. Puppet arts capable of bending armies to one's will. Techniques for farming spiritual plants that nurtured immortals. Secrets of alchemy, of forging divine artifacts, and far more.
Every single one of them was connected, in one way or another, to his physique. They were the missing puzzle pieces, and now, they had returned to their rightful master.
Coming to such an understanding, Wei Shiyan rose to his feet.
The instant his body moved, chaos itself responded. He clenched his fist, and the entire flow of chaotic energy surrounding him trembled violently. The air wailed, the void quivered, and every current of energy seemed to bow before him, following the rhythm of his movement.
Wei Shiyan stood there, silently, his transformation still ongoing—his presence alone enough to make heaven and earth shudder.
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Outside. The real world.
The Heavenly Dao Eye floated high above, an endless golden pupil gazing down upon the mortal plane. But now, for the first time in countless ages, it trembled. Trembled with a fury so great it could barely be contained.
The Eye had been hunting a target—a target it had marked. Yet now, that target had vanished completely.
The Heavenly Dao Eye could not perceive Wei Shiyan's presence. It was as if he had ceased to exist.
Its fury deepened. Was it that the target had truly vanished? Or had he used some unfathomable technique to conceal himself?
What infuriated it the most was the fact that it had only sensed Wei Shiyan in that space because of a single careless mistake—Wei Shiyan's own eye technique had brushed against it, creating the faintest ripple of existence.
And now, that ripple was gone.
Seething with wrath, the Heavenly Dao released its judgment. Its fury could not be quenched.
The skies darkened instantly. The heavens rumbled, splitting open with a sound louder than creation itself. From the endless void above, an overwhelming, world-destroying force descended—Nine-Colored Divine Tribulation Lightning.
It fell like the wrath of gods, a blinding pillar of annihilation that rendered all things silent. The nine colors intertwined, forming a divine light so sacred and destructive that even immortals would bow in fear.
The attack descended, vast as a world, unstoppable as fate. It was like a divine pillar crashing down from eternity, tearing through the skies, rending earth and void alike.
The world trembled.
The land split apart.
Everything within sight was reduced to ashes.
The blast swept across mountains, rivers, and valleys, erasing them from existence. What was once fertile ground was now a desolate wasteland, devoid of life and saturated only with despair.
By the time the attack ended, silence reigned.
Nothing remained.
The entire region had become a forbidden land—untouchable, dangerous, and tainted with heavenly wrath.
For countless years to come, cultivators would speak of this place with trembling voices. With the passing of time, it would no doubt evolve, transforming into either a new realm brimming with opportunity or a deadly treasure-hunting ground filled with unimaginable peril.
But for now, it was death itself.
The residual heat and power that lingered in the land were so overwhelming that no one below Half-Step Immortal could even dream of approaching. Even weak immortals, if they were careless for even a moment, would find themselves reduced to dust by the remnants alone.
The heavens had made their move.
But deep within the chaos…
A faint ripple stirred.
Hidden beneath the destruction, within th
e heart of silence, a shadow flickered for only an instant.
And then—an eye opened.