Lu Yuan hadn't done anything yet.

The Feather of Hundred-Eyed Dark Crow, existing ambiguously between substance and nothingness within his chest, voluntarily released its power. Black flames ignited on the feather, spreading to the peripheral blood orb. In the blink of an eye, the entire blood orb was consumed by black flames, transforming into a fiercely burning black fireball, which was then pumped throughout his body. All the pores on Lu Yuan's body suddenly opened, spewing out endless black flames. Soon, he was completely enveloped in fiercely burning black flames. Previously, most of the Death Qi in the Lament Ruins had been absorbed by the Feather of Hundred-Eyed Dark Crow, and now it was being released. The sudden eruption of Death Qi was like a black Evil Energy sun abruptly rising on the island! The radiance of the black Evil Energy sun illuminated all directions, causing the colorful rays in the sky to quickly recede, revealing the current form of the "Fake Wu Chao."

「——」

It had an unusually large head with sparse hair, and antlers like twisted tree branches grew upon it. Its features were ugly and deformed; it even had two mouths fused together, currently displaying an expression of absolute terror. Its body was also twisted, with uneven arms and legs, and it had grown several additional limbs resembling those of wild beasts and insects, dangling limply from its torso. The wings on its back remained gorgeous, but juxtaposed with its overall image, they looked out of place, further highlighting the creature's strangeness and ugliness. This was no perfect mythical creature; it was clearly a monstrous product of a failed experiment.

The "Fake Wu Chao" apparently hadn't realized its disguise had been seen through; it was now completely dominated by immense panic and fear. It screamed and flapped its wings, desperately flying towards the sky above.

Lu Yuan, surrounded by layers of Death Qi flames, silently watched the "Fake Wu Chao's" desperately fleeing silhouette. The Feather of Hundred-Eyed Dark Crow throbbed vigorously in his chest like a heart.

He was very surprised. The Death Qi of the Crow God Sect was now perfectly fused with his body, a seamless integration. He could use Death Qi to perform any Martial Arts technique. His current state… it seemed to be the "Supreme Evil Martial Path" that the Evil Martial Association had been dreaming of!

Is it because of the blood orb, or the Feather of Hundred-Eyed Dark Crow? Lu Yuan pondered. He released a bit of Spiritual Power, firmly locking onto the "Fake Wu Chao" as it hastily soared higher and higher in his vision. The Death Qi flames gathered around his arms like water.

At this moment, inspiration struck Lu Yuan.

I almost forgot, I came here as the God Emperor of the War God Alliance... So, I should use the methods of the God Emperor to put an end to all of this.

Lu Yuan's eyes shone brightly, and he gave his arms a light shake.

Instantly, a large amount of Death Qi flames surged from his body, rapidly condensing around his hands to form the silhouette of an immensely large black crow. An aura of deadly calamity, like an apocalyptic catastrophe, spread from Lu Yuan. With a flick of his arms, the giant black flame crow shrieked, spread its wings, and soared towards the sky. In an instant, a torrent of black flames surged, obscuring the heavens, like a black tidal wave surging upwards, engulfing the sky above.

"Eternal Night" descended for the second time.

However, unlike the previous time when his Martial Arts Intent had affected bystanders, causing their consciousness and senses to distort and making them perceive the world as dark, this time Lu Yuan had genuinely blotted out the daylight with a vast amount of Death Qi, truly, albeit temporarily, plunging the area into darkness.

Lu Yuan squinted, watching as the enormous Hundred-Eyed Dark Crow manifestation engulfed the "Fake Wu Chao," which had almost vanished from sight. Then, the giant crow of Death Qi exploded, transforming into countless fleecy black ashes that fluttered down from the sky, like a black "snowfall."

Lu Yuan extended his hand, gently catching a black "snowflake" in his palm. This move... I'll call it—Supreme War God: Fiend Phoenix Soaring! What a perfect curtain call.

He casually crushed the black snow in his palm and turned around. He saw the crowd of onlookers below still immersed in the glorious spectacle of "Fiend Phoenix Soaring" and the beautiful sight of the black snow falling, their expressions stunned, not yet having snapped back to reality.

He paid them no more heed. With a flicker of movement, he appeared atop the Heaven Climbing Ladder, at the entrance to the Pot Heaven Secret Realm.

There won't be any more strange things popping out of there this time, right? Lu Yuan mused, gazing at the entrance before him, which emanated a soft white light. His eyes flickered, and he gently stepped inside.

The sensation was similar to when he had first entered the Lament Ruins, as if he were passing through an invisible membrane. Before Lu Yuan could fully process it, his attention was completely captivated by the sight before him.

It's so small?!

That was Lu Yuan's first reaction upon entering the Pot Heaven Secret Realm.

The entire interior of the Pot Heaven Secret Realm was only about the size of two football fields; its boundaries were visible at a glance. Directly opposite was a waterfall-like rosy glow, and beneath it, numerous items were densely arranged. The most conspicuous among them was a golden mecha, about five meters tall!

Yes, that's right. A mecha.

Its design was archaic, possessing a magnificent aesthetic that blended myth and technology.

No wonder all the Grandmasters stayed outside the Pot Heaven Secret Realm. It's so small; Wu Chao must have used it as his private quarters.

Lu Yuan walked down the steps from the entrance, surveying his surroundings. Books were the most numerous items in this relatively small space—all sorts of books. They were everywhere, some neatly arranged, others scattered about. In one corner, there were many incubation tanks, petri dishes, and similar items, making it resemble a biochemical laboratory. This space seemed to hide many secrets. For a moment, Lu Yuan didn't know where to begin his exploration.

First, I'll look for Wu Chao's relics, he thought, recalling the words Wu Chao had specifically imparted to him before his death. He then strode quickly towards the rosy glow on the opposite side of the space. Passing the golden mecha in the center, Lu Yuan couldn't resist reaching out to touch it before reluctantly moving on.

He arrived beneath the rosy glow. Lu Yuan looked up, and his gaze fell upon a grand and magnificent vision of a Heavenly Palace within the light: a South Heaven of Jade, a nine-colored rainbow bridge, the Langya Fairy Pavilion, the Dragon Raising Platform, the Heaven Treasure Hall... It was almost identical to the vision manifested by Wu Chao's Heavenly Palace Sect Martial Arts. Enhanced by the hazy and enchanting atmosphere created by the cascading rosy glow, this Heavenly Palace seemed almost tangibly real. Gazing at it for a long time, Lu Yuan even experienced the illusion of truly being within the Cloud-roaming Heavenly Palace.

This is... the True Skill Contemplation Map of the Heavenly Palace Sect Martial Arts!

Lu Yuan blinked and took a step forward. Passing through the rosy glow, he saw on the stone wall behind it an exquisitely beautiful mural titled "Heavenly Palace Map." It was an incomparably stunning mural, the product of incredible imagination. In the lower right corner of the mural were the two characters "Wu Chao."

He painted it himself.

Lu Yuan quietly admired the mural for a while.

His gaze then shifted, and he quickly located what Wu Chao had "left" for him beside the mural—

"Heavenly Palace Tao"!

Thousands of small, elegantly written characters, all in the ancient Sum script, were carved into the stone wall, three inches deep. Every stroke of each character revealed Wu Chao's two centuries of profound power.

The "Heavenly Palace Map" and the "Heavenly Palace Tao" together represented the crystallization of Wu Chao's Martial Arts, the culmination of his life's most brilliant and painstaking efforts.

As a Heaven Lord, Wu Chao had presided over Penglai for two hundred years. He had lived from the glorious era of Martial Arts to the age of its decline. He himself was a peerless talent of immense natural ability, a genius unseen in ten thousand years, and had absorbed the Martial Arts essence of countless Penglai Grandmasters and generations of Martial Saints from the Great Sum Martial Arts Circle. Only then was he able to create the unique and unprecedented Heavenly Palace Sect Martial Arts.

If these two works were to spread, the entire Martial Arts community of the Sum Country would probably be thrown into complete turmoil, sparking a reign of terror and bloodshed...

Lu Yuan recalled this familiar line from martial arts novels and films, a wave of inexplicable emotion washing over him. After examining the mural and the inscriptions before him for a moment, he suddenly became intensely curious about the rosy glow.

He followed the rosy glow upwards with his gaze, discovering that this waterfall-like rosy glow originated from the ceiling of the space. Two pairs of black wings sprouted from Lu Yuan's back. With a light flap, he soared upwards within the rosy glow. The light seemed stunningly beautiful, but it imparted no sensation upon his body. It was completely ethereal, as if merely a product of light refraction. Lu Yuan ascended several tens of meters, finally reaching the source of the rosy glow.

He found a hole about the size of a human head, from which silver light surged. All the rosy glow flowed out from this opening, which was brimming with silver light. Lu Yuan blinked, wanting to reach out and touch the silver light, but just as he was about to approach the hole, a tremendous sense of crisis welled up within him. His intuition warned him that this act might lead to unbearable consequences, possibly even endangering his life. Lu Yuan's gaze flickered intensely. After a moment of hesitation, he ultimately chose to abandon the idea.

He searched around the opening. Before long, he discovered a mural near it. Lu Yuan's eyes lit up. He quickly leaned closer and saw that the mural, drawn with simple lines, depicted a small figure. The small figure was sitting cross-legged in a meditative pose, with the palms of its hands and soles of its feet facing skyward. Following that was another mural; this time, the small figure was in a different pose.

Holy crap! Lu Yuan's gaze swept downwards, and he saw a dense, long series of drawings of the small figure. His heart jolted with a mix of shock and pleasant surprise. Could this be the manual for some peerless divine technique?

He eagerly followed the murals, examining them one by one. He soon realized he was mistaken. This wasn't any kind of manual; it was a "story."

The initial long series of murals seemed to depict the small figure's "cultivation" process. At times, it battled tigers and leopards in mountain forests; at others, it fought whale sharks in the deep sea; and sometimes, it contended with giant birds in the sky... This part of the content spanned dozens of murals.

Finally, the small figure appeared atop a high mountain. Below the mountain, countless other small figures, similar to it, were kneeling in dense formation.

Is this the Great Achievement of a divine skill, becoming number one under heaven, invincible in the world? Lu Yuan wondered.

Lu Yuan pondered as he continued to examine the murals. The next several paintings depicted the small figure's great accomplishments after its divine skill reached Great Achievement—feats like shattering a mountain peak with one punch or cleaving a raging torrent with a single palm.

That's an exaggeration, right? Can Pure Martial really be this strong?

As Lu Yuan pondered this, in the next painting, the small figure suddenly encountered adversaries. The small figure's opponents descended from the sky; they were "monsters," some with horns on their heads, others with wings on their backs.

Alright, so after becoming invincible in the world, enemies arrive from the heavens! Lu Yuan mused aloud. Carefully examining the small figure's adversaries, the more he looked, the more he felt... These things... why do they look so much like the spawn of the Evil God Sect?!

The Evil God Sect, the origin of the Evil God Secret Realm?!

Lu Yuan's mind reeled. He had always been puzzled about the origins of the Ancient Evil God and the Evil God Secret Realm—whether they had always existed in this world or had appeared later. Now, the murals before him seemed to be explaining everything. Lu Yuan felt as if he had unexpectedly stumbled upon some ancient historical truth, a long-lost heritage.

At this moment, on his status panel, the fusion progress of his [Student] and [Ancient Language Expert] classes also began to fluctuate.

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