Chapter 1

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

In the dim and dark underground palace, the only source of light was the countless stars that seeped down through a massive crack above.

Dozens of ancient bronze pillars, each a hundred feet tall, stood in the vast void, like the tombstones of supreme warriors, reaching up to the sky.

"…seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one."

"Indeed, it is the eighty-one numbers of the universe. It begins with one, ends with ten, cycles infinitely, and never loses its order."

On one of the bronze pillars, a figure stood silently, bathed in starlight.

In the dimness, his face was indistinct, but his eyes sparkled as they scanned the ancient, dimly lit hall.

In the starlight that seeped down, the appearance of the underground palace could be vaguely seen, resembling an ancient emperor's altar for worshipping the heavens.

Outside, eighty-one ancient bronze pillars stood around, arranged in an orderly manner. Each bronze pillar had iron chains like pythons converging towards the center, deeply penetrating a misty void.

Inside, cross-shaped silk threads extended, with four sun god patterns corresponding to the eight directions: Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun.

The underground palace was cold and chilly, with the cold air rising along the bronze pillars.

The figure on the bronze pillar raised his hand to form a seal, dispelling the cold air, but could not dispel the deep loneliness in his eyes.

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and a burning sensation spread from his left shoulder, like hellfire, burning through his entire body.

A fiery cloud mark on his left shoulder radiated a blood-red, magnificent glow!

"Have you sensed it too?"

Yang Qingxuan gave a self-deprecating smile, somewhat desolate.

This mark had appeared when he was six and had accompanied him for twenty-four years.

From obscurity to fame, from life and death to becoming a grandmaster of martial arts in Huaxia, this mark had brought him supreme glory and power, but it also devoured his body like a demon.

"Is this underground palace, hidden beneath Kunlun Mountain, my destined place?"

Yang Qingxuan coughed excitedly, his face flushed with a sickly red, "For thirty years, I have been a grandmaster, but in my dreams, I don't know who I am. How laughable, how extremely laughable!"

As his emotions fluctuated, the power of the mark burned fiercely through his limbs and bones, causing Yang Qingxuan to wince in pain.

"Success and failure, both brought by the风云 (wind and clouds)! This is my last chance. I must find out my true identity and the answer to this mark!" He took a deep breath and ran wildly along the iron chains, reaching the inner array in a few breaths.

Over the years, he had even developed a delusion, feeling that this body was never his own. As the underground palace appeared in his dreams, this feeling grew stronger.

Suddenly, he stopped, and the true qi rushed into his feet, making the iron chains ring "ding ding."

Yang Qingxuan's pupils dilated as he saw a scene he would never forget!

The inner array was incredibly vast, as if he were in another space. On a plain-like battlefield, millions of huge monsters were pierced through hundreds of holes by iron chains, locked in the center of the inner array, lying on the ground!

At the place where the myriad beasts bowed, there was a giant beast a hundred feet tall, its hands held in front of it, with eyes already weathered, gazing at the sky filled with dark clouds, empty and lifeless.

Yang Qingxuan's body stiffened, and it took him a few minutes to regain his senses.

The scene was too shocking; all the monsters were under heavenly punishment, as if part of a sacrificial ritual!

He had fought across three thousand miles, once held back a million soldiers with a single sword, and trampled through green mountains and red cliffs, but he had never seen such a bizarre and terrifying sight!

Yang Qingxuan's gaze fell on the monster's hands, and he paused.

In the monster's palms, a silver compass was held, with silver light flowing, exquisitely beautiful.

Yang Qingxuan's heart stirred, and he stepped through the void, landing on the monster's palm after a few steps, examining it closely:

The compass was smooth and transparent, with intricate arrays carved inside and out, and silver points of light, ethereal and pure. Against the black background, the silver fragments inside the compass shone even more brilliantly.

What was most astonishing was that the silver points were not just decorations; they were influenced by the stars and directly projected within the compass!

Yang Qingxuan was lost in thought, staring at the countless star rivers inside the compass. A name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he blurted out, "Star Universe Disk!"

Before seeing this object, he had never heard of the "Star Universe Disk."

Yang Qingxuan was deeply moved, and he raised his hand, lightly touching the Star Universe Disk, feeling a cool sensation.

Suddenly, a severe pain shot from his left shoulder, as if his soul was being torn from his body.

Behind Yang Qingxuan, a rosy light shot up, turning into a purple glow, with a large sun wheel blazing in the sky.

The bodies of the millions of giant beasts shattered under the purple glow, turning to dust and scattering.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and the power of the mark finally lost control. The rosy light triggered the stars, bringing down the Brahma Heaven Thunder Fire, striking him.

In an instant, the Milky Way shone, and starlight spread throughout the underground palace.

In this world-destroying force, a tall, indistinct figure appeared, standing proudly between heaven and earth, gazing at the stars.

On this day, the Kunlun ruins collapsed, shaking the earth and sky.

At the top of the mountain, a silver light column shot up into the universe!

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