Between Heaven and Earth, a terrifying roar resonated. A holy artifact shattered, unleashing a chain reaction of consequences that were utterly astonishing. Even the Star Dragon couldn't withstand this power and was directly blown away, its entire body drenched in blood, flesh scattering everywhere, severely injured on the spot.

The slightly plump cultivator, at the moment the holy artifact shattered, spat out a large mouthful of blood before his body abruptly dove into the vortex.

The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared within the Star Hall.

Just like his junior brother, the first reaction of the slightly plump cultivator upon appearing in the Star Hall was one of utter bewilderment.

Then, he noticed Chu Mo standing by one of the walls, but failed to see any trace of his junior brother. The slightly plump cultivator's heart sank instantly, knowing something had gone terribly wrong.

His reaction was far quicker and far more ruthless than his junior brother's. Wielding his remaining holy artifact, he viciously attacked Chu Mo's back.

No matter who you are, no matter what has happened, kill this unfamiliar person first!

Clang!

An eerie azure light suddenly illuminated the area, accompanied by the explosive burst of a supreme aura.

Out of the glowing haze emerged a figure, wielding a bone-chilling blade, who unleashed a lethal slash toward the holy artifact launched by the slightly plump cultivator.

The ancient hall erupted in an earth-shattering noise.

That holy artifact was actually cleaved apart.

The slightly plump cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in an expression of sheer disbelief. Fixing his gaze upon the blade in that figure's hand, his voice trembled in horror: "Cold Moon Blade… Lin Hei? No… you… you, you, you're Chu Mo!"

Swoosh!

The Cold Moon Blade shone brilliantly, slicing off the slightly plump cultivator's head with a single strike. Its immense Dao principles directly obliterated his soul.

Even in death, the slightly plump cultivator couldn't comprehend how the top-tier young Heavenly Genius of the Trial Field—the enigmatic figure they had previously discussed—had ended up in the Beidou Realm.

In the Heavenly Palace of the Beidou Sect, a disciple responsible for guarding the soul lamps of high-ranking figures was petrified as two soul lamps shattered in succession. Panicking, he stumbled out, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Something terrible has happened… Something terrible has happened… A major disaster is unfolding!"

This time, the entire Beidou Sect was shaken.

In a single day, they had lost two top-tier young Heavenly Geniuses!

The two young supremes who had once ascended the Human Ranking in the Trial Field had embarked on a mission personally assigned by their ancestor to retrieve an item—and now, both had perished.

This was completely different from the deaths of Lu Ping's group previously. Consequently, almost everyone in the Heavenly Palace was alerted.

The news spread quickly.

Soon after, a considerable number of strong practitioners from the Beidou Sect left in droves, flying toward the southern marshlands.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Star Hall.

Chu Mo remained fixated on the divine text carvings.

From beginning to end, he hadn't even glanced at the slightly plump cultivator's corpse. It was as though that person had never existed.

After killing the slightly plump cultivator, Chu Mo's avatar vanished as well.

Outside the Star Hall, deep within the marsh, the heavily injured Star Dragon let out an enraged roar. Yet within its immense, deeply human-like eyes lay a sense of vengeful satisfaction.

Foolish humans, so unaware of their own mortality, daring to enter the Star Hall—they would not survive.

Soon, the massive Star Dragon began to shrink, smaller and smaller… until it finally became about a hundred yards long. Then, it plunged headfirst into the marsh, clamping its jaws around the Star Hall—which now appeared no larger than an ordinary house—and swiftly vanished into the depths.

Chu Mo knew nothing of this; he had become utterly engrossed in the divine text engraved on the wall.

The divine text was too profound, too vast to fathom. So far, Chu Mo had committed merely one-fifth of the inscriptions to memory—and that was only committing to memory, not understanding. Yet even so, he already felt as though his perspective had expanded infinitely. It was as if a colossal doorway had opened before him—beyond it lay an entirely new… boundless… grand world!

At that moment, Chu Mo finally understood the meaning of "divine text formed by nature" as described by Chaos Blood Moon. Such supreme techniques were formed naturally by Heaven and Earth—no living being could ever create them!

Thus, Chu Mo had no attention to spare for the events unfolding outside.

The Wondrous Sky Mirror, Heaven Slaying, and Chaos Furnace were all emitting terrifying energies as they suppressed the thousand-character divine scripture on the wall.

Time passed, moment by moment.

Eventually, when Chu Mo had committed the last divine character on the wall to memory, within his body, the newly unified Dao platform—which had merged millions of smaller platforms—now bore a thousand radiant divine characters.

Each divine character emitted immeasurable brilliance; ordinary mortals would crumble to dust just by glancing at one!

Even supreme cultivators struggled to discern the true form of these dazzling glyphs within the light.

In that moment, Chu Mo's essence energy experienced an unimaginable boost. Though his cultivation realm didn't visibly advance, his Dao… had reached a whole new dimension.

Then, with a heavy clang, Chaos Furnace fell to the ground, while Wondrous Sky Mirror and Heaven Slaying wobbled as if they might collapse.

The blood-red hue entirely drained from Heaven Slaying Blade, returning it to its original silver-white form.

Having nurtured these dharma instruments with his blood essence for countless years, Chu Mo was intimately connected to them—and now, a sense of dread arose within him.

He could feel the instruments' frailty.

"We need long periods of rest... But it was worth it. Heaven Slaying—to kill with it; Chaos Furnace—to relentlessly refine medicines. Recovery will be quicker this way. As for us, find those three Blood Moons, and we'll regain our strength."

After Chaos Blood Moon finished its instruction to Chu Mo, it fell into silence.

Chu Mo retrieved Heaven Slaying and Chaos Furnace, visibly distressed. He gently stroked the blade: "Do you long for the blood of strong opponents? Don't worry. Soon… I'll let you drink your fill!" Then, turning to Chaos Furnace, he added: "Rest assured, we are already bound by fate; I will help you recover quickly."

Chaos Furnace trembled lightly in response, as if acknowledging him.

After storing all three instruments away, Chu Mo looked up at the ancient wall. The divine characters had entirely vanished, replaced by depictions of myriad ancient birds and beasts.

Suddenly, at the center of the hall, a fist-sized star rose slowly into the air. Its dazzling radiance carried an inscrutable, mysterious aura.

Chu Mo was instantly captivated, gazing at the small star in amazement. As he tried to approach it, he suddenly felt an ominous energy emanating from the star.

Stopping abruptly, Chu Mo stared at the star with a mixture of surprise and caution. The energy it exuded had triggered a strong sense of threat.

But just then, the massive Dao platform within Chu Mo's body began to circulate the thousand-character divine script, generating an enigmatic force through his form—a force entirely foreign to him, utterly surpassing his understanding. It was a power unlike anything he had ever witnessed.

And it was this very force that dispelled the ominous energy surrounding the star. Not only that—the tiny star suddenly flew toward Chu Mo. Before he could comprehend it fully, the star had already entered his body.

Soon, the star settled within Chu Mo's elixir field, occupying a position and beginning to slowly rotate.

In that moment, Chu Mo felt his cultivation realm undergo a tremendous leap!

This leap was entirely unexpected, catching him completely off guard.

It was like an ordinary human suddenly—and without warning—gaining the ability to soar through the skies.

The impact was indescribable.

Chu Mo felt the same way now!

He realized abruptly that he had ascended directly to the pinnacle of the Saint Realm!

The phenomenon was beyond belief, leaving Chu Mo momentarily flustered and bewildered. He wanted to consult Chaos Blood Moon to uncover what had happened, but Chaos Blood Moon had already slipped into slumber.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Mo knitted his brows.

To outsiders, Chu Mo's cultivation progress had always seemed impossibly fast, consistently ahead of his peers. Even across the vast Luotian Universe, individuals as young as him achieving such cultivation levels were nearly unheard of.

Yet for Chu Mo himself, every step had been firmly grounded. Each rise in his cultivation realm had involved thorough consolidation, ensuring he was completely prepared before breaking into the next stage. Such a sudden leap—from early Saint Realm directly to its pinnacle—had never occurred before!

Thus, he felt an inner turmoil, a hint of unease. This inexplicable power—could it be fleeting and insubstantial, a mere illusion? He wasn't sure. Although he didn't sense any discomfort, he disliked this sensation. At least for now, it unsettled him and challenged his acceptance of the change.

So, Chu Mo sat cross-legged, gently activating the Heaven's Will, My Will cultivation method, seeking clarity into the source of his sudden increase in power.

His instincts pointed to the star as the cause, but without concrete evidence, Chu Mo restrained himself from drawing definitive conclusions.

After running nine full cycles—a complete and perfect round of cultivation—spanning three days, Chu Mo still couldn't find a single flaw within his own power. In other words, despite the abrupt and significant leap in his cultivation realm, there was absolutely nothing amiss!

The power felt as though it had been accumulated over many years, gradually and steadily piling up—one layer at a time. Using it, Chu Mo felt no restrictions; on the contrary, it was smooth, intuitive, and entirely his own.

"Chaos Blood Moon mentioned this opportunity was the catalyst for becoming a god. The Beidou Sect's ancestral master… it seems even he is searching for this very thing to ascend to an unparalleled existence…" Chu Mo contemplated the matter repeatedly in his mind, gradually piecing together fragments of understanding.

Evidently, what the Beidou Sect's ancestor sought was precisely this type of star!

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