9th Transformation of Chaos, Refining the Divine Source

As Lin Yang recited the incantation, the book in his hand seemed to sense something and emitted a dazzling golden light.

Immediately after, the book flew out of his hand, hovering upright in front of him before transforming into a bottomless, round black hole. It was mysterious and terrifying, as if it could devour everything in existence.

"Brother Yang, we're civilized people. We should handle things civilly. I admit I was wrong!"

Seeing this familiar scene, the big yellow ox collapsed to the ground, tears and snot streaming down its face.

Damn it, what kind of monster is this kid? He can use forbidden summoning techniques at the Foundation Establishment stage? Is that even possible?

"I need to rebuild my talent. Make sure no one disturbs me, or I'll cut out your kidneys."

Lin Yang had only used the forbidden technique to intimidate the ox. He had no intention of actually torturing it. After confiscating the divine source and divine stone, he returned to his room.

It's worth noting that this forbidden technique was a gift from the system, specifically designed to deal with ancient mythical beasts like the big yellow ox. It required no cultivation base and only consumed a small amount of mental energy.

"That damn kid..." The big yellow ox cursed under its breath as it stood up, its mood sour. In frustration, it devoured every blade of grass in the courtyard.

Inside his room, Lin Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, having retrieved the three divine sources and one divine stone from his storage ring.

"In my past life, I relied on gaining favorability from those women and then drawing lots in the system. That allowed me to rapidly improve my talent and reach god-level in no time."

"But in this life, I don't plan on forming any relationships, so there's no favorability to gain. Everything depends on me now."

Lin Yang's eyes gleamed with determination as he muttered to himself, "Talent is determined by heaven. Changing one's fate and improving talent later in life is harder than ascending to the heavens."

Unless one had a monumental opportunity like his—divine sources and a divine stone bestowed by the Supreme God of the divine realm—altering one's talent was nothing more than a pipe dream.

"Although I can no longer increase favorability, with the memories of my past life and my supreme destiny, my growth rate will far surpass that of my previous life," Lin Yang murmured.

Even though he didn't understand why he had suddenly received a thousand points of favorability from Chu Qingcheng earlier that day, he remained clear-headed. He knew he would never fall in love again in this life.

Heartbreak—once was enough!

With the memories and cultivation experience of his past life, he could seize various opportunities in advance, ensuring his cultivation speed would far exceed what it had been before.

There was no need to bend over backward to please those women for a sliver of favor. He was tired of it.

But while ideals are lofty, reality is often cruel...

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have gained 500 favorability points from Chu Qingcheng. Would you like to draw the lottery now?]

Just as he finished speaking, the system's notification echoed in his ears.

"What the hell?" Lin Yang was stunned.

What's wrong with Chu Qingcheng? She's given him favorability points twice in one day. Has she gone mad?

"Even if she was reborn with the same memories as me, she misunderstood me and wanted me dead. How could she possibly have developed feelings for me?"

After some thought, Lin Yang concluded that Chu Qingcheng must have lost her mind. How else could the peerless Sword God, who had wanted to tear him apart in their past life, suddenly have a favorable impression of him?

Could it be that someone actually sought to clear his name after his death?

But that was impossible. In his past life, he had been framed by the source of darkness, and no one had believed in him. Who would have sought justice for him after his death?

"Forget it. Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with me." Unable to make sense of it, Lin Yang decided to stop dwelling on it.

In this life, even if those women wept and begged for forgiveness, trying to make amends, Lin Yang would not soften his heart.

With that thought, Lin Yang closed the system panel and grasped the three divine sources and one divine stone in his hand.

Then, he closed his eyes and began practicing the Nine Revolutions of Chaos, the supreme technique he had mastered in his past life.

This martial art had been obtained through sheer luck, won in a system lottery. It was the most advanced cultivation method in the world.

The practice was divided into nine revolutions, each requiring one of the nine ultimate forces of heaven and earth—metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness—as a guide to succeed.

When all nine ultimate forces were gathered, one could control chaos and cultivate the supreme path!

Though the technique was incredibly difficult to master, the rewards were equally enticing.

With each completed revolution, Lin Yang would gain an innate magical power, his combat strength would double, and his physique would evolve.

In his past life, he had relied on his unparalleled combat prowess, coupled with the ancient divine weapon, the God-Slaying Spear, to defeat all challengers and ultimately dominate the immortal realm, becoming the Nine Nether Demon Emperor revered by all.

"Although I haven't even completed the first revolution yet, refining this divine source and divine stone shouldn't be too difficult."

With a light chuckle, Lin Yang began cultivating with fervor.

"Buzz!"

As the Nine Revolutions of Chaos technique activated, the divine stone and divine sources in his hands were drawn to its power, emitting faint rays of light.

The divine energy contained within began to flow slowly into his body.

It had to be said that the Nine Revolutions of Chaos was truly worthy of being a supreme technique capable of forging a chaos body. Using any other method to absorb a divine source before completing the practice would have been a fool's errand.

As time passed, the energy within Lin Yang's body began to circulate faster and faster. Countless streams of divine power surged into him like a raging sea.

If the powerful figures of the God Realm or Immortal Realm were to witness Lin Yang's reckless actions, they would undoubtedly crawl out of their graves to strangle him.

What kind of monster is this? Three divine sources and one divine stone—even an Immortal Emperor would explode from such an influx of energy.

Yet here was this kid, only at the Foundation Establishment stage, refining all of it at once without a single issue.

Is the world going mad, or are we just too narrow-minded?

"Buzz!"

As time went on, a dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from behind Lin Yang.

[Ding! Congratulations, host. Your talent has been upgraded. Current level: four stars.]

Ignoring the system's prompt, Lin Yang accelerated the circulation of his technique once more.

"Hiss..."

Endless divine power poured into his body again, flowing from his dantian to his eight extraordinary meridians, then to his limbs and bones. His blood and bones underwent earth-shattering transformations.

Everything was sublimating...

"Buzz..."

Two more flashes of white light later, Lin Yang's talent rose by another two stars, reaching the six-star level...

But this wasn't the end. Only a third of the divine energy from the three divine sources and one divine stone had been consumed.

Lin Yang didn't stop. He continued to accelerate the circulation of his technique, absorbing more divine power...

Meanwhile, at the border of the Yongyao Dynasty, two powerful figures appeared.

Both were clad in black robes, their faces obscured. However, their attire and the aura they exuded made it clear they were assassins.

"I can't believe a kid from a secular dynasty is worth sending assassins from the Qianyu Pavilion. What a disgrace," one of the black-robed men grumbled.

"Stop complaining. Rumor has it that Lin Yang is protected by a master. We need to be cautious," the other man, wearing a ghost mask, cautioned.

"Tsk, it's just a secular dynasty. There are no real masters here—just pretenders playing god..."