Chapter 42: Instant Entry
Inside the scroll, densely packed tiny characters filled the pages like a swarm of insects.
When viewed closely, they shimmered like a myriad of morning stars, their glow intertwining to form a vast, boundless, and primordial pattern.
“Primordial Unity.”
Unconsciously, Shen Yanzhou read out the meaning of that pattern.
In the next moment, information surfaced in his mind.
【Name: Shen Yanzhou】
【Techniques: None】
【Secret Arts: Selfless Sword Heart (Incomplete, Minor Accomplishment 1/4)】
【Realm: None】
【Available Basic Points: 0 (711.33/100)】
【Available Technique: The True Explanation of Primordial Unity (Incomplete): A cultivation method that does not belong to this world.
It concerns the refinement and cultivation of the Primordial State, created in its initial form by a mysterious existence.
After countless epochs of evolution, it was gradually perfected.
The complete version comprises six realms of initiation, though only the first four have been recorded.
The later stages can be simulated and deduced.】
As expected.
When that line of information appeared in his mind, Shen Yanzhou let out a faint breath of relief, the corner of his lips curving upward slightly.
As long as it was a learnable technique, it meant he could cultivate it.
As for any prerequisites, those could be entirely ignored.
The prerequisites for entry into this technique were incredibly difficult—relying on himself alone, it would have been almost impossible.
But with the existence of the panel, those prerequisites were effectively “waived.”
The same had happened back in Emerald Bamboo Courtyard when he grasped the Selfless Sword Heart.
After all, how could someone like him—utterly lacking in swordsmanship and inner cultivation—possibly have talent greater than that of Princess Consort Yu Chenyu?
“These past days, I’ve already accumulated over seven hundred points of negative emotion—that’s enough for seven basic points.”
“That should be sufficient for me to begin.”
“Panel, show me your limits.”
Shen Yanzhou felt at ease, then quietly closed his eyes.
In the next instant, as he silently murmured add points, a boundless flood of memories surged into his mind like a torrential river, fierce and unstoppable—like the Milky Way collapsing from the heavens and engulfing the sky.
Even though Shen Yanzhou had mentally prepared himself, he still couldn’t help but furrow his brows, feeling as if his head might explode.
It was too overbearing—utterly unrestrained—an overwhelming force pushed to the extreme.
It was as if the heavens and earth were being split open inside his mind—chaos being cleaved apart to forge the Primordial Unity of all things.
Indeed, Shen Yanzhou truly saw in his mind the scene of chaos being opened.
In the dark, boundless murk of the primordial void, a light powerful enough to split eternity burst forth.
Countless particles of chaotic radiance collided, expanded, and surged.
They clashed and compressed, and then—worlds were born from the collision.
The sight was too magnificent—like witnessing the dawn of creation, the opening of heaven and earth from the perspective of a third observer.
Within that vast, infinite cosmos, only threads of Primordial Qi lingered and intertwined, eternal and immutable—neither extinguished nor transformed.
Those indistinct visions flashed through Shen Yanzhou’s mind.
Within the dark depths of his Niwan Palace, faint, heavy rays of light fell, as if planting a seed.
In the next instant, it was as if he had triggered a rift in the unseen void.
Strands of mysterious, indistinct energy began to descend, falling like heavy tides.
They carried a chaotic aura that enveloped him completely.
“Judging by his expression… could he truly be entering the path?”
Lin Qingcang’s heart trembled.
Even with his calm temperament, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of shock.
His eyes narrowed, unwilling to overlook even the smallest detail on Shen Yanzhou.
He had exhausted all his strength in his later years yet had failed to enter the path—because he had missed the prime of his life and could no longer condense that purest of seeds.
So how could Shen Yanzhou possibly succeed?
“No… something’s not right. There truly is some kind of indistinct energy substance descending around him. Could that be the Breath of Chaos?”
“Back in my peak, I never managed to shatter the barrier above the Nine Heavens, to draw in the chaotic aura from the infinite depths. How did this man accomplish it?”
Lin Qingcang’s pupils contracted sharply, his breathing turning unsteady.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.
Shen Yanzhou—an ordinary man—how could he achieve all this?
Without the guiding seed, he had entered the path from nothing, even drawing down the Breath of Chaos to aid his cultivation?
He couldn’t accept it.
Nor could he comprehend it.
It shattered and rebuilt the worldview he had constructed throughout his life.
The good news was that The True Explanation of Primordial Unity was indeed not an “evil art”—it could truly be cultivated.
The bad news—he had no idea why any of this was happening.
Boom!!!
A deep, thunderous sound rang out like a bolt of chaos-born lightning splitting the earth.
“How… how is that possible…”
Lin Qingcang’s gaze fixed on Shen Yanzhou, his voice murmuring unconsciously, his emotions a storm of disbelief.
That sound—it had come merely from the resonance of Shen Yanzhou’s internal organs.
Only now did Lin Qingcang finally accept the truth—Shen Yanzhou had truly entered the path.
Even though Shen Yanzhou hadn’t forcibly circulated his energy, a faint yet terrifying aura had begun to emanate from him.
It was transcendent, domineering, all-encompassing—an aura that could crush everything, contain everything, and create everything.
That was Primordial Qi.
When Shen Yanzhou turned his sight inward, he sensed that indescribable current of energy swirling deep within his ancestral aperture.
Once, his body had been incapable of sustaining any martial cultivation.
Those shattered meridians had been unable to bear even the slightest flow of internal energy.
Yet now, with the emergence of this strand of Primordial Qi, his body began repairing itself from within—endlessly regenerating, creating, circulating in a self-sustaining cycle.
With every breath, his body grew stronger.
Shen Yanzhou felt an unprecedented surge of vitality and vigor filling his organs—as if a long-bedridden patient had finally stood and taken his first steps.
As that vitality spread, it rippled outward from his ancestral aperture, flowing through his meridians, organs, and even deeper into his bones.
Every cell of his body seemed to be remade—reborn through a fiery nirvana.
His once slender frame visibly strengthened before the naked eye.
Moreover, within his Niwan Palace, the vibrating energy intensified—as though a chaotic aperture were opening, forming a divine platform for his soul, allowing him to more clearly perceive the essence and shape of his own spirit.
The Nine Ranks of Martial Path were divided into nine realms: Tempered Skin, Tempered Bone, Blood-burning, Sea-cleaving, Mountain-moving, Dragon-elephant, Diamond, Nirvana, and Heaven-opening.
A martial artist had to begin from the very foundation—tempering skin, refining bone, strengthening blood and energy, advancing step by step.
Each stage demanded enormous consumption of meat to strengthen one’s tendons and bones, to enhance blood and vitality.
To progress evenly across all stages was almost impossible.
Yet now, having merely condensed a single thread of Primordial Qi, Shen Yanzhou’s flesh, bones, muscles, and organs all underwent transformation.
His vitality surged with earth-shaking change.