Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1020 All Races Unite for Prosperity, Shackles Lift the Three Realms

"Good! A foundation in the 'Wave Hammer Technique'!" Lei Zhen's eyes lit up, and he rarely spoke. "Precise control and excellent rhythm! Report directly to the 'Stone-Grade Armor Forging Team'! Find Wu Laoqi!"

The dwarf excitedly pounded his chest and strode confidently into the arena.

On the other side, at the recruitment desk of the "Heavenly Craftsmanship" precision workshop, the celestial craftsman Xuanjizi was testing a girl from the Shadow Cat Clan.

The girl was slender, but her eyes were incredibly focused, and her fingertips were exceptionally nimble. She was using a specially made carving knife to copy an extremely complex miniature space stabilization rune on a palm-sized "sensing jade".

"The precision of the microscopic thought...not bad! The hand is very steady!" Xuanjizi looked at the almost perfect pattern on the spirit jade and it lit up with a faint light. He nodded in satisfaction. "You, and you, both of you, go and report to the 'Rift Abyss-level Bow Arm Rune Engraving Group' apprentice class!"

The two Shadow Cat Clan girls who were chosen exchanged a surprised glance.

Further away, in front of the "Demon-Slaying Cone Platform," Mo Ling, along with several assistants, was demonstrating to the onlookers of various races how to safely embed a captured "Shadow Blade Demon Lord Crystal Core" into the Demon-Slaying Cone.

The clash of purplish-black energy intertwined with the eerie blue lightning, eliciting gasps of surprise.

As she worked, she loudly explained the key points and announced the recruitment of apprentices who were bold and meticulous enough to handle dangerous magical materials.

The entire recruitment area was bustling with activity, a mixture of sweat, the smell of metal, and burnt smells, interspersed with the sounds of hammering, cheers, explanations, and the occasional sigh of failure.

Young people of different races, eager for skills and looking forward to the future, gathered here.

They saw the human race's exquisite forging skills and powerful application of runes, and they also saw that as long as one had the ability and was willing to work hard, there was a chance to gain respect, learn skills, and exchange them for survival and power on this land protected by the Fire Lord!

The spark of hope was ignited and passed on amidst the clanging of the forging hammer and in focused gazes.

On the top of the fortress, the towering pillars of heaven surrounding Ying Wuji and the other two had slowly receded, but the surging, furnace-like aura that far surpassed their previous realm had become as stable as a mountain.

They opened their eyes, their pupils gleaming with a sharp light, as if they had been reborn, possessing the power and confidence to tear apart the heavens and the earth.

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The daytime hustle and bustle gradually subsided.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room deepest part of the main fortress of Chentieling, isolated from all sounds.

Six golden blood beads swirled before him.

The power of the divine beast's bloodline was of little use to him.

However, the supernatural power contained within it greatly inspired his understanding of cultivation.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's divine sense merged into the blood bead, and the golden beads of the Great Dao within the Chaos Furnace shattered one by one.

The body has 365 major acupoints that are as bright and dim as the stars in the sky. Deep within each acupoint, there is a phantom of a primordial divine beast that roars and floats, causing the acupoint to rumble like a furnace!

In his left palm, the Vermilion Bird True Flame condensed like liquid red gold, and deep within the flame's core, the "Burning Dao" golden patterns flowed endlessly, scorching the void with fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

This is the true meaning of the "True Explanation of Separating Fire" at the seventeenth level of the "Burning Dao Realm," and its flames are flammable law chains!

On his right palm, the Xuanming Black Water was as deep as the Nine Nether Abyss, with the azure dragon shadow swimming amidst the surging waves, and nine purple-black "Nine Wild Geese Thunder Punishment" exploded in the depths of the ink-black water vein.

It was none other than the ultimate form of the "Mysterious Netherworld True Water Seal," which combined the essence of the Azure Dragon's Gui Water with the power of thunder, capable of eroding all laws and being sealed by heavenly thunder!

"Boom—Crack!"

At the core of his consciousness, the "original self" mark, condensed from the true meaning of chaos, the battle spirit of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the indomitable will of humanity, suddenly shone brightly!

The golden pearl of the Great Dao roared and spun, unleashing the full power of the Thirteen Derivation Techniques of Destiny!

The majestic figure of the Prison-Suppressing Divine Elephant shattering the universe, the awe-inspiring power of the Azure Dragon stirring up the laws of Gui Water, and the true meaning of the Vermilion Bird burning away all the myriad paths of the eight wastelands—these three primordial torrents originating from the ancestral land of divine beasts were forcibly crushed and thrown into the core of that chaotic furnace that suppressed the sea of ​​consciousness and devoured all paths!

"Hey!"

Flames rose and exploded inside the furnace, and the spirits of countless divine beasts roared, collided, and merged in the flames!

The Chaos Furnace's "Return of All Qi to the Source" ability has reached its pinnacle. The raging chaotic energy is being frantically refined, and strands of primordial Dao essence that transcend the shackles of the primordial world and point directly to the primordial chaos are forcibly extracted!

This is the crystallization of the dual-realm Heavenly Dao, the profound darkness of the Great Qin will and the vastness and weight of the primordial origin, fiercely colliding and tempering in the supreme furnace of the Chaos God and Demon Body!

His left arm muscles bulged like a raging dragon, and dark gold runes rose and surged from the deepest part of his muscles and bones, the power of feedback from the inheritance of Shenxiang Mountain completely imprinted on his bloodline!

A solid, mountain-like divine elephant materialized, its illusory form treading the earth, causing the earth to pulsate and rumble. Its pure power had reached the realm of "the ultimate power that can shatter heaven and earth."

The Xuanming Thunder Water surged in his right arm like a black dragon churning, while the Nine Heavens Thunder exploded in succession in the dark abyss, perfectly blending the true meaning of the black water that erodes all things with the power of the thunder that is sealed by heavenly punishment.

His palms, imbued with an overwhelming force, slowly came together—

Chaos returned to nothingness, and primordial energy gave birth to all things!

The Burning Dao True Flame and the Profound Nether Thunder Water collided violently!

Where water and fire were annihilated, a point of gray and chaotic primordial energy, seemingly containing the secrets of the beginning of creation, was born in the void!

This energy, like a living thing, roamed freely and instantly disappeared into the depths of the earth's veins at Chentieling.

The golden net of heavenly principles formed by three hundred beacon towers shone brightly, and the earth veins of the newly opened territory became stable and solid!

"break!"

Zhang Yuan suddenly opened his eyes!

The left eye is a chaotic vortex of stars, absorbing the trajectories of all laws.

The divine fire in his right pupil leaped, scorching through the strict heavenly rules, and the dual heavenly laws achieved a momentary balance within his body!

The void around him cracked, and the three crystal-clear chains of law, symbolizing the shackles of the Heavenly Palace, shattered inch by inch!

Before the chain fragments could fall, they were swept up by the True Flame of Burning Dao rising from the left palm and instantly burned into nothingness and green smoke!

"The shackles of supernatural power have been broken three more times today!"

Zhang Yuan murmured to himself, his divine sense activating the Chaos Furnace, and a golden light screen appeared.

Zhang Yuan

Identity: War Marquis of Qingyang in the Great Qin Dynasty, in charge of the Primordial Blood Millstone Defense Line

Cultivation level: First level of Venerable Realm

Cultivation: Seventh level of the "Nine Revolutions Primordial Qi Nourishing and Returning to Truth Holy Chapter", seventeenth level of the "True Understanding of Separating Fire", rudimentary form of the Burning Dao Realm.

Chaotic Space: One hundred and eight Chaotic Pearls, nourished by the earth's veins, allowing the small world to stabilize and expand.

Core Power: The True Body of the Great Dao, the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Origin Imprint on the Bones and Muscles, amplifying power tenfold, the Chaotic God-Demon Body, and the Dual Realms Heavenly Dao Furnace

Divine Soul Realm: Second Realm of Venerable, Thirteen Life Derivation Techniques Perfected, "My Life Technique" Governs the Trajectory of Destiny

Protective Armor: Azure Dragon Mace, Containing Water and Thunder Mark, Autumn Chill Blade, Dragon Sparrow Blade, Thirteen Ferocious Swords, Silent Annihilation True Intent Fusion Sword Stele, Bright King's World-Suppressing Golden Wheel

Primal Divine Power: Burning Dao True Flame, scorching the chains of laws, breaking the shackles on the core.

The Dark Nether Thunder Prison, eroding all laws, is sealed by the Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment.

The divine elephant suppresses the prison, reaching the pinnacle of power, resonating with the laws of the earth.

The Armor of Myriad Beasts, imbued with the essence of myriad beasts, achieves peak defense and shock absorption.

All energies return to their origin; the Chaos Furnace devours and refines the origins of all paths.

Heavenly Authority: Initially in control of the Blood Millstone, three hundred beacon towers, and the Heavenly Network nodes are integrated with the earth's veins. Current Status: Breaking through three layers of divine power shackles, tempering the body with chaotic primordial energy, achieving balance between the two realms' Heavenly Dao, and reaching the peak of fighting spirit.

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A hundred miles outside Chentie Ridge lies the bustling market town of Xuemofang.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, rust, burnt animal fat, earthy minerals, and a faint, almost imperceptible, bitter herbal scent.

The taste is unpleasant, yet it exudes a wild and tenacious vitality.

The main road leading to the market was compacted, with deep ruts embedded with scattered dark red fragments—dried, congealed remnants of demonic blood—silently testifying to the extraordinary nature of this place.

Two unassuming oxcarts with green canopies moved slowly along with the flow of people.

The car in front was driven by a middle-aged man with an ordinary face but eyes as calm as a deep pool. He wore a short gray cloth jacket and had a worn-out leather bag hanging from his waist.

Beside him sat a young man, dressed in a dusty brocade robe, with a handsome face and an innate air of aloof nobility between his brows.

If a true great cultivator from the primordial world were here, witnessing this scene, he would surely be horrified and his mind would be shaken!

The middle-aged man driving the carriage had an aura that was as restrained as that of an ordinary person, but his calm eyes seemed to contain the profound depth of the birth and death of billions of stars and the flow of thousands of years. A faint but powerful aura caused the surrounding space to distort slightly, and the light passing by him seemed to dim by half.

He is none other than Xing Heng, the Star Venerable who holds the "Hall of Ten Thousand Stars," rules over a vast star field, and is awe-inspiring throughout the primordial world with his supreme star-based secret techniques!

His most famous battle was when he fought three adult star beasts alone in the "Shattered Star Sea". He drew upon the power of the stars in the sky and set up the "Universal Annihilation Array". He refined two of them and forced the third to retreat, which established his fearsome reputation. He was the most outstanding human among the twelve disciples of the Heavenly Venerable!

The young man beside him, who appeared to be from a wealthy family, also possessed a simple and unpretentious aura, but the refined and noble air that resided in his very being was as if branded deep within his soul, impossible to completely conceal.

Beneath its skin, there are faint, deep lines resembling the veins of mountains and rivers, as if every gesture could draw upon the power of the primordial earth.

He is the master of the Zhenyue Hall, Venerable Panshan, Yunji!

Born into one of the oldest and most noble bloodlines of the Celestial Race, he once used the supreme divine power "Mysterious Prison Suppressing Seal" to suppress a million ferocious beasts during the "Burial Abyss" battle, fought against several ferocious beast kings, and shattered the abyss passage, saving the defense line from collapse. His fame resounded throughout the myriad races of the prehistoric world!

The seemingly ordinary jade pendant at his waist is actually a projection of his natal treasure, the "Mysterious Sky Seal," which contains terrifying power to suppress all mountains and stabilize the universe.

These two peak Venerables, who wielded the core authority of the Primordial Heavenly Dao and could shake a star field with a stomp of their feet, were now driving an oxcart like ordinary merchants, concealing their overwhelming aura that could eclipse the sun and moon, and mingling in the bustling market of this newly opened place!

If such a sight were to spread, it would be enough to silence all the heavens and myriad worlds!

"Good heavens, this road is even more solid than those 'official roads' outside Jielei Pass." Xingheng patted the cart floor beneath him, his voice low but with the smoothness of a street merchant. "Old Yun, look at these tire tracks. You couldn't have made them without some weight."

"It seems that this 'Fire General' Zhang Yuan is really treating this Blood Millstone as his own business, and is not just a passing bandit."

Yunji's gaze swept over the mountains of dark ore and neatly bundled herbs exuding a fresh, natural fragrance by the roadside, finally settling on a group of people who had just entered the market, looking travel-worn.

Those people had skin as grayish-brown as rock and unusually sturdy builds; they were the Rock Armor Clan. They were pushing heavy wheelbarrows piled high with dark, shimmering ore.

“Boss Xing is right,” Yunji said, deliberately keeping his voice calm and mimicking the tone of a merchant, but the clear and melodious quality in his bones could not be completely concealed. “The atmosphere here is indeed different from other places.”

“Look at those Rock Armor Clan members. Though their steps are heavy, their eyes shine. In the past, when they saw the Heavenly Palace Guards outside the Boundary Barrier Pass, they didn’t dare to raise their heads.”

He paused, then added, "There are no guards here, only human soldiers wearing the same standard light armor maintaining order. The way those rock-armored people look at the soldiers is, eye to eye."

The oxcart finally squeezed into the heart of the market.

The clamor was overwhelming, but it wasn't the kind of noisy, calculating noise that you'd find at Jielei Pass; instead, it was a raw, fiery, and powerful upheaval.

The most conspicuous thing is the huge log shed of the central supply depot.

Under the shed, supplies were piled up like small mountains.

On one side were huge sacks stacked neatly, stretching as far as the eye could see. The open mouths of the sacks revealed snow-white, plump grains of spirit rice, and the rich aroma of the grains filled the hot air.

On the other side were stacks of rough pottery jars, with simple runes printed on the clay seals at the mouths, faintly revealing the bitter taste of the elixirs and the unique spiritual energy fluctuations of the talismans.

“Grain is plentiful, and medicine is piled up like stacks…” Xingheng jumped off the cart, walked to a pile of sacks, and grabbed a handful of spirit grains.

The grains, plump and heavy, dripped from between his fingers, carrying the warmth of the sun.

“Old Yun, feel the quality of this. It’s top-grade. Compared to this, the old grain that’s been smuggled out of the ‘official granary’ at Jielei Pass to fool people is practically bran.”

He lowered his voice, his eyes sharp.

“Where did Zhang Yuan get so many top-grade spirit grains? With his small plot of land, he can’t grow them all, nor can he afford to feed so many people.”

Yunji also picked up a few grains of millet, a faint silver light flashing almost imperceptibly at his fingertips before disappearing instantly.

"The spiritual energy is pure and abundant; it is new grain. Its source is not this world."

His gaze swept over the pottery jars marked with runes.

"The amount of pills and talismans far exceeds what a frontline outpost should have. This move doesn't seem like holding out, but rather... taking root."

"Take root?" Xingheng chewed on the word, his gaze turning to the bustling area further away. "Then there must be roots to take root."

His gaze was drawn to a loud shout.

A burly, muscular man from the Bull Demon Clan stood on a simple wooden platform, sweat rolling down his bronze skin.

At his feet lay several pieces of half-body armor, the plates thick and heavy, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, their surfaces engraved with simple yet exceptionally sturdy rune lines.

"Take a look! Look at this! Chen Tieling Weapon Forging Workshop, 'Rock Solid Grade' armor plate blanks!" The burly man from the Bull Demon Clan spoke in a loud, metallic voice, "With special permission from the Fire Commander, our 'Black Horn Tribe' is authorized to sell this! Look at this material! Look at these runes!"

"A great item to block the claws of demon bastards and withstand the corrosion of the abyss! Take it back and make a breastplate and arm guards for yourself, and you'll have a much stronger foundation for survival!"

He picked up a heavy piece of armor plate, about the size of a palm and an inch thick, and hurled it at a hard, black rock about half a person's height next to him!

"when--!"

Sparks flew everywhere! (End of Chapter)