Chapter 632: Eternal Radiance of Sacred Light, Refining the World (I)

Deep within the ruin, the power of the law's origin permeated the air, entwined with laws. In this realm, a young man clad in white robes sat cross-legged, emanating an aura reminiscent of an Innate Demon God.

As the young man slowly opened his eyes, an enormous pair of golden eyes, tens of thousands of meters in size, materialized behind him, their gaze encompassing the entirety of this world.

Zuo Jing spoke in a low, detached voice. "Has someone entered from another passage? And this time, there seem to be even more of them. Perfect timing. This world is just a step away from being completely refined. Before leaving, I can sow a few seeds of light within the Alliance."

His face softened into a gentle smile. The once-aloof look in his eyes turned warm and benevolent, as though embracing the world with compassion. He murmured softly, "Sacred light shall illuminate the eternal world."

As he spoke, the golden eyes behind him revealed phantoms of more than twenty figures. Among them, a figure sat cross-legged in an ancient ruin, shrouded in a murderous, blood-red aura—Li Hao.

Zuo Jing’s gaze swept across each person, pausing momentarily on Chen Chu without any visible reaction, as though the individual was a stranger.

However, when his eyes fell upon An Fuqing, he froze, a flicker of bewilderment flashing in his expression. "Why is she here? No... it’s not her, but the resemblance is uncanny."

His gaze grew complex as he looked at the image of a black-haired girl standing atop a ruin, her sword intent clashing violently around her.

"Her life engraving wheel is only seventeen... if I calculate the time..." Zuo Jing’s voice trailed off, and he suddenly clutched his forehead, a pained expression overtaking his face.

"I’ve severed everything. I am eternal. My glory shall shine upon the entire eternal world!" he growled, enunciating each word with teeth clenched tightly together. Gradually, the agony in his eyes subsided.

When he reopened his eyes, they were once again cold and indifferent. Before him, dozens of streams of white light appeared, exuding an aura reminiscent of world origin, though subtly distinct.

"Go forth and merge with the sacred light."

With a thought, the space before Zuo Jing silently tore open. The streams of white light pierced through the void and fused into golden lotuses, jade-like fruits, and other god-level resources.

These treasures were scattered across the ruin, lying tens to hundreds of kilometers ahead of the various races, including Chen Chu. If they continued their exploration, they would inevitably discover them.

Under an invisible force, the surfaces of these buildings began to crack, appearing even more dilapidated. Yet, these infused treasures avoided An Fuqing’s path entirely.

In contrast, along her route, massive floating islands trembled. Ancient structures, still relatively intact, crumbled into ruins.

The colossal stone statues that guarded the ruin cracked as their runes shattered, reducing their imposing forms to fragile remnants. Danger in her path diminished significantly.

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On a meteorite spanning over ten kilometers, an intact building stood tall, shielded by a layer of invisible force that resisted the erosion of the violent transcendent energy around it.

Outside the building’s entrance, a six-hundred-meter-tall stone statue with a crocodile’s head stood silently, showing no signs of life or energy fluctuations.

Despite that, its perfectly preserved runes hinted at dormant power, prompting An Fuqing to approach cautiously. Her sword will surged, her long hair flowing as if stirred by an invisible breeze.

Just as she prepared to strike and destroy the statue to explore the ruin, cracks suddenly formed on its surface. A loud rumble followed as the statue collapsed into rubble.

Boom!

She stared in astonishment as the building behind it began to crumble as well. Cracks marred the gray stone pillars, tearing apart the engraved runes. The invisible force shielding the structure dissipated instantly.

Without the runes' protection, the raging energies swept in, weathering the building at an accelerated rate. Within moments, the once-pristine building appeared as though it had endured centuries of decay, becoming decrepit and fragile.

"Uhh..." An Fuqing blinked, momentarily stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

With no need for battle, however, a faint smile appeared on her lips. She dashed forward on her sword light, sifting through the statue’s rubble to uncover a Soul Crystal.

This crystal, imbued with pure soul energy, was a rare resource valuable not just to Chen Chu, but also to cultivators like her. By absorbing its energy, she could enhance the strength of her soul.

After securing the Soul Crystal, An Fuqing turned her gaze toward the partially collapsed building. Surrounding herself with sword qi, she condensed four beams of sword light, each stretching a hundred meters long, and unleashed them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sharp sword qi shredded the rubble, sending clouds of dust and debris flying. Amid the chaos, a red orb the size of a basin emerged.

The orb had once been held in the hands of a towering statue. Its surface glowed with red flames, brimming with the divine resonance of laws and emitting an astonishing aura of power.

"A fire-based god-level resource," An Fuqing murmured, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She swiftly moved to the orb, sealing it with her sword qi before stowing it away.

Chen Chu no longer valued such ordinary god-level resources, but for An Fuqing, who was only at the beginning stage of the Eighth Heavenly Realm, they were incredibly precious.

After almost stepping onto the path of heavenly kings last time, An Fuqing’s talent had reached the civilization inheritance level, earning her a significant influx of resources from the authorities to support her cultivation to the late stage of the Ninth Heavenly Realm. Since she rarely took on missions, however, she otherwise had little to no wealth of her own.

After storing away the red orb, An Fuqing transformed into a streak of red sword light and shot into the void.

Meanwhile, as she swept through various ruins, harvesting resources and collecting Soul Crystals along the way, Chen Chu had finally achieved a breakthrough in his art.

With the Taixu Nether Light Scripture advancing to the fourth stage, the true form of Chen Chu's soul had reached a height of 120 meters, becoming even more condensed and formidable. The imperial crown pendant on his head had also increased to ten strands, exuding a more dignified aura.

At the same time, the Soul-Suppressing Imperial Seal in his left hand, which contained a rotating miniature universe within it, had subtly grown stronger.

Under the prolonged refinement of the primordial law, both the true form of Chen Chu’s soul and his imperial seal had undergone some transformations, faintly entwined with traces of law power. However, this transformation toward law-based life was slow, and after only two to three months, the essence of his being had not changed significantly.

Chen Chu slowly opened his eyes, sensing the imperceptibly enhanced soul power within him. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "The feeling of this rapid growth in strength... it’s truly satisfying."

The full potential of the soul’s power could only be realized after transcending to the divine soul realm, but even now, the fourth stage of the Taixu Scripture made him feel significantly stronger.