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Chapter 765: 765 - The power of the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art
[If you decide to begin training in the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art, you will no longer be able to advance directly through the system.]
[Your power will skyrocket and your chances of awakening the Aether will increase dramatically, but, like any other cultivator, you’ll have to rely on your own efforts to progress.]
"Hm... and since when have I not depended on my own efforts to progress?" Qingyi teased, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Well, maybe it’s not the kind of effort many expect, but still, effort is effort."
Although sound did not travel through the void, mana and Qi could function much like sound waves to the ears of cultivators.
The system didn’t respond to the joke, drawing a heavy sigh from Qingyi.
"It’s all right. My goal is to be the greatest, and one way or another, you won’t be able to sustain my growth forever, right?
What will happen when we reach the land of the true gods? How will I deal with future enemies if I’m completely dependent on you?"
[Learning the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art is the best path for you. But first, focus your mind. If you can’t even open the book, nothing else will matter.]
Qingyi nodded, his expression turning serious as he fixed his gaze on the object before him.
His fingers closed around the cover of the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art Book, and he tried to pry it open.
The book didn’t even budge. Its pages and covers were sealed together as if glued and chained to one another.
Qingyi grunted and doubled the strength in his fingers, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
His muscles swelled as the aura of his bloodline coursed through every vein, every drop of Qi and mana filling him with absurd power.
His cosmic domain expanded rapidly, soon engulfing the entire region around the white dwarf he was orbiting.
Qingyi’s eyes shone like two purple stars, and he roared, unleashing every ounce of his mana and Qi toward that stubborn book.
For an instant, he felt the void around him tremble.
He clenched his teeth as the primordial laws around him suddenly surged with oppressive strength.
A celestial tribulation seemed poised to descend upon him.
Qingyi let out a bitter chuckle, gazing at the cosmos with defiance burning in his eyes.
Since he wasn’t inside a planet, the tribulation about to strike him would be different from the usual, but he cared little for that.
"Are you afraid of me, you bastard? Do you want to kill me?" Qingyi roared, his voice brimming with defiance. "Then bring it on!"
The figure of a massive dragon coalesced from the void behind him, its obsidian scales gleaming as it stretched for kilometers from snout to tail.
Its black claws sank into the surface of the white dwarf, ignoring the scorching temperature and crushing pressure as if they were nothing in the face of that beast’s power.
The dragon threw back its head and roared, the sound rippling through the surrounding Qi and mana like a shockwave, and the entire star trembled beneath the weight of its aura.
Anyone witnessing that scene would have been struck speechless with shock.
That was not the power of someone who had just advanced to the cosmic domain realm. Certainly not!
Qingyi hesitated for several long seconds before finally deciding to attempt the Aether Formation for the second time in his life.
It was dangerous—terribly dangerous—but he had to try.
He could feel the power of the heavenly thunder tearing through the cosmos, and he knew that, with only his current strength, his chances of resisting were slim.
His gums bled from the sheer force with which he clenched his teeth. His eyes blazed as if within his pupils raged two purple nebulae in full explosion, lightning tearing through the cosmos contained within them.
Using the book in his hands as a catalyst and summoning the flames of primordial chaos, Qingyi set his Qi and mana in motion.
This time, he didn’t simply try to force the two energies into the same place at the same time.
He forced them to merge, crushing one against the other with an absurd level of force.
The book was quickly split in half, a barrier of Qi and mana meeting right at the center, struggling to fuse while simultaneously repelling one another with all their might.
It was at that very moment that the celestial thunder reached the solar system where Qingyi floated.
He felt the flames of primordial chaos surrounding his body spiral out of control, splitting into two distinct streams.
One descended upon the white dwarf, its gray flames spreading rapidly across the star, devouring the Qi, mana, and heat it exuded.
The second surged upward toward the cosmos, tapering at the tip like a spear aimed directly at the celestial thunder.
Everything within a radius of millions of kilometers trembled, the cosmos seeming to warp under the weight of the impending collision.
Qingyi’s eyes widened as realization struck him.
The flames of primordial chaos were not merely devouring the star beneath him; they were actively forming a tunnel, siphoning every drop of energy from that star straight into him.
His heart raced, and he abandoned any attempt to control that force, his eyes shining with an almost unbearable intensity.
It was coming...
Finally, the lightning bolt surged toward Qingyi, colliding with the flames of primordial chaos in a devastating explosion.
There was resistance.
Heavenly lightning and primordial flames erupted in all directions, the cosmos itself shuddering as the star’s gigantic reserves of Qi, combined with everything Qingyi could muster, clashed head-on with the descending bolt.
Qingyi roared until his throat went hoarse, channeling power until his meridians blazed like molten iron.
At that moment, amid his roars and the colossal explosion of mana and Qi, he sensed, for the second time in his life, the Aether.
Mana and Qi within the book collided, merging until, finally, a new energy surged around Qingyi’s body.
His Qi and mana vanished for an instant, as they were no longer needed.
His eyes fell upon the first page of the book, and that alone was enough for him to overcome the resistance of the heavens.
The flames of primordial chaos erupted with power, and the heavenly lightning collapsed.
Unable to muster any more strength, the heavens retreated, restoring peace to the world.
Qingyi said nothing for a long time, floating silently in the void.
No... it was as if he had become part of the void itself.
His eyes shone with more light than that entire white dwarf, and his body slowly sank into the star. Even the pressure of trillions of metric tons per square centimeter could not overcome the power coursing through him.
Qingyi’s face grew calm, and he slowly reached out his hand.
The Aether surrounding his body had vanished, collapsing after he’d managed to sustain it for only a few seconds.
Still, that mattered little.
With a slight wave, the sea of extremely dense white plasma pulling him toward the star’s core parted, and, as if gravity meant nothing, Qingyi emerged from within the star.
He closed the book, for he had already read the first page and knew that he had now been fully accepted by it.
He casually pointed his hand toward the star and let his own Qi flow through it.
Soon, the pale star came alive, its energy surging as it swelled in size, its core replenishing itself with fuel.
Suddenly, a star at the end of its life seemed to be in the prime of its youth, growing in size and shining like molten gold, warming the long-frozen worlds of its solar system.
Qingyi smiled at it, and his body vanished the next instant, reappearing just above one of the many planets orbiting that star.
This was a planet that had once harbored life, but its main spiritual vein had been excavated, and with that, its existence had been effectively doomed.
Qingyi reached out toward the planet and, as if he were a true god of creation, spoke.
"Let there be life."
And life was born.
The seas, frozen for eons, began to flow once more; entire forests sprang up out of nowhere; and the destroyed spiritual vein was reborn in full power, pulsing like a heart resuming its beat.
That was the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art.
The reversal of fate, death, and chance—the supreme technique created by none other than the great creator himself.
A small fragment had allowed the celestial father to create gods.
A single page allowed Qingyi to reverse death, fate, the very passage of time, and the cosmos as a whole with but a single thought.
Of course, such a cultivation art was limited by his current power, since he had not yet mastered the Aether, nor did he fully control the flames of primordial chaos. But he knew he was close.
He just needed to reach the realm of the Celestial Emperor first.
Without a doubt, Qingyi was curious to truly experience how that technique would enhance his combat power.
But soon, a thought took hold of his mind.
Would he be able to give the system’s ego a physical body?
Imagining the system as a busty, sexy girl, Qingyi smiled to himself.
How could the system bear to just watch everything without ever participating?