Chapter 413: Where Is This Venerable One’s Nine Heavens Stariron?!

Yin and Yang Reversal.

Polar Shift.

In that instant, half of Chen Huaian’s true essence was drained.

And that was half of a Void Fusion Ninth Stage Great Perfection cultivator’s true essence—just a hair away from Great Ascension!

It was clear: this formation, even if passed on, was absolutely not something just anyone could use.

Its demand for spiritual energy was sky-high. A Void Fusion cultivator with less solid foundations would’ve been drained into a husk on the spot.

The black-and-white Two Yi Great Formation beneath Chen Huaian’s feet suddenly shifted.

The Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus, once within the extreme Yin area, was now moved to extreme Yang.

The ocean mass gathered from seawater and sea creatures shifted to extreme Yin, turning gradually illusory. The fish still swam, the seaweed still swayed in the current—but they were no longer perceptible or touchable, as if they no longer existed in this space.

Meanwhile, the previously void-rooted base of the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus finally manifested clearly—

Its roots now visible, like ancient trees entwining deeply into the seabed.

Where it had been planted previously was anyone’s guess, but the moment it became real, the spiritual energy for hundreds of li around was drawn in like a spiritual vortex, all rushing to this point. Even Chen Huaian’s and the surrounding cultivators’ true essence began to be pulled.

“Bro, the Sumeru Realm of the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus has materialized. This is when its defense is at its weakest!”

Zhang Yibai’s voice rang out in Chen Huaian’s mind:

“Strike now! Burning Purity Holy Land must’ve already sent someone to inform Monk Burning Karma. That guy’s at the Second Tribulation of the Great Ascension Stage. If he returns and teams up with the Lotus, we’re in deep sh*t!”

“Got it.” Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

In that case, he would unleash his strongest move to cut through the Golden Lotus.

He took the Black Scales Sword from his waist.

But this sword was no longer what it used to be.

Now a high-grade Spiritual Treasure, the black dragon scales on its sheath rippled with sword intent, like the scales of a living dragon shifting with each breath.

Chen Huaian drew the sword—

But what emerged wasn’t a blade, but a sword aura.

That aura solidified into the form of a sword, slicing the surrounding space into twisting mist, like thunder cracking inside dense clouds.

Behind him, an old phantom formed—also wielding the Black Scales Sword.

The disciples of Zhenwu Holy Land watching nearby welled up with emotion.

That was Zhang Yibai.

Though he now lived as a Sword Spirit, at this moment, his soul felt almost corporeal—suspended in mid-air, alive once more.

His pale hair and beard danced behind him, and those sharp eyes gleamed with sword light.

It felt as if the once-mighty Sword Sovereign, hailed as the Cangyun Realm’s greatest sword cultivator, had returned.

“You’ve taught me much, elder. Today, allow me to present a sword of my own. If anything falls short, I ask the greatest sword master to correct me.”

As he spoke, a miniature world projection appeared behind Chen Huaian.

It then collapsed inward rapidly, like ink splashing wildly then converging—all flowing into the Black Scales Sword.

Zhang Yibai laughed heartily:

“Nonsense, kid! The capable are the teachers. Your sword intent is no less than mine.

This ‘Greatest Sword Cultivator’ title of the Cangyun Realm? I’m not worthy. It’s yours now!”

Despite his modest words, Zhang Yibai’s smugness was hard to miss.

It wasn’t arrogance, but the confidence of one who truly understood the Way of the Sword.

“From Dao comes One;

One begets Two;

Two gives rise to Three;

And Three births all things.”

Chen Huaian raised his sword.

His movements were slow, even trembling slightly, as if straining to lift an entire world.

Whether it be Earth Star, the Cangyun Realm, or the miniature worlds of Void Fusion cultivators—

All of them were born of the Dao.

The Dao gives birth to all things, and thus the world.

And the Sword of Dao’s Birth wasn’t merely the first sword from the Dao,

but a sword forged from the concept of “One” itself.

This “One” was Two. Was Three. Was all creation. Was the world!

Dao births One Qi. One Qi forms a Sword.

This sword carried the might of the world itself.

As Sword Spirit, Zhang Yibai’s role was to amplify Chen Huaian’s sword techniques.

And now, witnessing this technique firsthand, he could feel it—the same movements, the same piercing sword intent, the same lift of that one Qi…

Zhang Yibai’s eyes widened, his voice trembled:

“If this sword is released… it will be—peerless!”

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Jade Pool Holy Land.

Watching Monk Burning Karma leave in haste, Real Person Yuyao’s face darkened.

Anyone else here, she could stop.

But Monk Burning Karma? She couldn’t.

She technically held a slight advantage in cultivation realm,

But he was deeply versed in Buddhist martial arts, aggressive and lethal in his style.

More importantly, though her realm had risen rapidly, her foundation was unstable.

While absorbing the cultivation of the Jade Pool elders, she had also taken in their chaotic true essence and resentful energies.

One of the few solutions—

was the Human Sovereign Banner.

Refining these souls would help her integrate the mixed energies and stabilize her foundation.

Without the Banner, she would need years of careful cultivation—but she no longer had that kind of time.

The techniques passed down by the immortals were burn-the-boat strategies.

They were insanely effective—

and just as ruinous to karma and lifespan.

She once had at least a thousand years to live.

Now? She might have three to five years left at best.

If she didn’t ascend within three years, death and Dao collapse awaited.

“Where the hell is Xiang Tiange?!”

She glanced at the still-empty seat of the Artifact Sect.

Could he be backing out? Or had something happened to him en route?

“Screw it. I’ll refine the Human Sovereign Banner myself. If Xiang Tiange still hasn’t shown up by the tempering phase—

This Venerable One will personally go fetch the Heaven Pool Spirit Sap!”

With that thought, Real Person Yuyao opened her storage ring to check inventory.

What she saw stopped her cold.

The Nine Heavens Stariron she’d prepared for refining the Human Sovereign Banner—was GONE!

She had just looked at it last night.

And the only thing in that storage ring was the Stariron.

Gone.

Completely gone.

“Where is This Venerable One’s Nine Heavens Stariron?!”

Even the most composed person has limits.

Real Person Yuyao couldn’t help but scream.

She lifted her head and scanned the crowd with savage eyes, her gaze sweeping across each face:

“Who was it?! Who stole This Venerable One’s Nine Heavens Stariron?!”

The crowd looked around in confusion.

“Real Person, the material was in your storage ring. How could we possibly steal it?”

“Exactly, even if we could steal it, we’d need strength equal to yours to pull it off.”

“Elder Wang’s right. Maybe you just misplaced it somewhere?”

Real Person Yuyao was burning with fury. She didn’t care what they said.

“Before you people came, my Stariron was still here.

You show up, and now it’s gone! If it wasn’t one of you, who else could it be?!”

She stood up and casually tossed out a Spiritual Treasure that instantly formed a Trapping Formation.

“Whoever took it—step forward NOW!”

“If no one confesses, This Venerable One will kill you one by one until someone talks!”

She had planned to refine these cultivators anyway.

Now she didn’t even need an excuse.

Two birds, one stone.

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