Lu Wubing already possessed the power to face the Heavenly Tribulation for the Divine Realm, and his foundation was solid.

Zong Shou had initially expected this man to enter the Divine Realm in at most one or two months, which served as a strong motivation for his rapid progress.

Unexpectedly, this individual was so tenacious and possessed such immense patience.

Lu Wubing's fundamental Dao was that of the 'Gap'—the void, the fissure, the space between all things!

Even though his realm was not high, his breakthrough would only place him in the initial stage of the Divine Realm. However, his spiritual techniques were exceptionally versatile, amounting to divine powers.

Even a subordinate at the peak of the Divine Realm would not be as useful as this man.

However, this matter could not be rushed. For the time being, his World-Burning Flame was sufficient to handle the current conflict.

When the Demon-Slaying Formation within the immortal-level cultivator was finally completed, an arcane sigil manifested between his eyebrows—the character 'Slay' ().

Waking from his meditation, the man's expression was one of bewilderment and melancholy.

From this moment on, he was a Dao Soldier controlled by another, no longer an unfettered immortal.

But only for a brief moment before he regained his composure. With a respectful demeanor, he bowed to Zong Shou: "Greetings, Master!"

From now on, the distinction was that of master and servant. All matters of life and death, and future prospects, were entirely subject to the will of the person before him.

Furthermore, he had witnessed with his own eyes two Saint Realm powerhouses accompanying this person just moments ago!

And that this person could emerge unharmed from the Nine Absolutes Death Prison.

How could this not fill him with emotion, mixed with profound awe and reverence?

During these past thirty-odd days, Zong Shou had grown accustomed to this and paid it no mind. He merely nodded faintly, "Within the next three lower levels, you may select any quiet chamber for your cultivation."

Upon its restoration, the Demon-Repelling Divine Shuttle not only saw the space within expand to around ten thousand zhang, but it was also divided into more than a dozen layers, containing nearly a thousand rooms, all reasonably spacious.

Moreover, it could gather spiritual energy autonomously in the void to sustain those cultivating within. If it could settle upon a spiritual meridian, it would be equivalent to an immortal estate.

It simply couldn't achieve the near-world-creation capabilities of the Juntian Immortal Estate. It was merely self-sufficient and far lacked the magnificent beauty and overflowing immortal spiritual energy of ordinary immortal hermitages.

After dismissing the man, Zong Shou took up the Grand Supreme Demon-Slaying Record again, examining it closely.

"The more I study this illustrated record, the more profound and boundless it appears—like an abyssal ocean, impossible to gauge. I always thought I had grasped at least seventy percent of its core principles. Yet, these past few days—"

The more meticulously he studied, the more he felt that what he had seen was merely trivial surface-level knowledge, insignificant.

And every time he planted the Spirit Prohibition of the Source Sea Demon-Slaying Art into these Dao Soldiers, a deeper layer of understanding emerged, yet it remained ephemeral, unable to leave the slightest trace in his mind.

This illustrated record likely contained far more than just this one Dao Soldier technique.

"I cannot fully decipher it, but it probably requires union with the other pages of this Grand Supreme Demon-Slaying Record to reveal its true content. It truly sparks curiosity. How did this foreign object fall into this realm? And why was it scattered? Where are the other pages now?"

Zong Shou shook his head. Unable to fathom it further, he could only set it aside for the moment.

He was extremely curious about this book. If possible, he naturally hoped to collect it completely.

However, this domain was vast, with tens of thousands of known worlds. To collect the entire thing would be akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

It was even a mystery whether the other fragments of this book had also ended up in this domain.

Zong Shou pondered for a moment longer, recalling the insights gained from employing the restrictive arts just now.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to meditate and rest. As soon as he entered stillness, the space within a hundred zhang around Zong Shou began to shimmer with starlight.

A total of ninety-nine stars, varying in light and darkness, flickered in and out of existence.

Having learned all the profound mysteries of the Origin Breathing Spiritual Art from Lin Xuanshuang via the Spirit Empathy Dream Method, and with the World-Burning Blood Pupils manifesting in his eyes, he possessed numerous imprints and inheritances left in his bloodline by dozens of Saint and Ultimate Realm powerhouses of the Lu family.

This allowed Zong Shou to accumulate what others might take hundreds or thousands of years to achieve, virtually overnight.

Zong Shou was not one to discard something simply because he disliked its origin; he did not reject these inheritances because he loathed the Lu family, nor did he feel gratitude toward them because of it.

The matter of the imprint inheritance could only be considered mutually beneficial. His bloodline reversal brought immense benefits to the entire Lu family.

And for his part, utilizing these inherited imprints was something he accepted with a clear conscience; it was not something to be questioned.

Could the Lu family possibly send someone to argue the matter with him?

Therefore, even without dedicated study over these past two hundred-plus days, the Star Dao Seeds refined by Zong Shou had been surging.

The information contained within the Sky-Burning Bloodline was truly comprehensive!

Similarly, the Water Qilin, the Dark Fox, and the Thunder Blood also held countless divine power inheritances.

And these profound truths of the Dao Laws could yield infinite derivations—

One principle could lead to three, one mastery could lead to ten thousand.

Zong Shou currently lamented only that he lacked the time to comprehensively sort and integrate this information to forge more Instant-Void Dragon Pills and Star Dao Seeds.

But even so, the number had surged from the original seventy-nine to a magnificent ninety-nine.

And upon reaching eighty-one, a celestial phenomenon would manifest every time Zong Shou entered meditation.

It was as if clusters of stars encircled him, or perhaps the entire starry sky had gathered beside Zong Shou, with streams of multicolored auspicious light flowing within.

Even Ao Kun was astonished upon witnessing it.

"This must be due to your technique resonating with the Great Dao, thus generating celestial signs. This is a good omen. As far as I know, such phenomena have only occurred in a few instances before, all belonging to the twelfth-tier, World-Ending level divine powers! Your Soul Sea is now firmly established, and the void landscape within your heart can influence reality, thus projecting outwards. As your cultivation advances in the future, you will be able to control it freely—"

Since Ao Kun called it a good thing, Zong Shou was quite pleasantly surprised.

This 'Three Thousand Stars Fall' technique, originally created simply to escape the clutches of Lu Wushuang, could actually yield such astonishing results!

Beyond the twelfth-tier World-Ending level lay only the thirteenth-tier Supreme.

Although the celestial sign was a positive development, whenever Zong Shou entered meditation, torrents of stellar energy would surge, circulate, and roar within a thousand zhang radius around him.

Not only Zong Shou himself found it somewhat unbearable, but even Ao Kun and the others, though they said nothing, would retreat to quiet chambers a thousand zhang away when they needed to meditate and cultivate deeply.

"No wonder the Sky-Burning Lu Family, with the strength of a single clan, could become the foremost power in this domain world. With such accumulations, as long as their disciples' aptitude and physique are decent, their cultivation speed could easily be more than ten times that of ordinary people—"

He realized it was no wonder the Lu family was so concerned with maintaining pure bloodlines.

It wasn't just the divine powers and magical might generated by the bloodline; those could be acquired through cultivation.

Compared to ordinary cultivators, the advantage wasn't overwhelming.

What was truly vital were the insights left in the bloodline by the three Ultimate Saint Venerables and numerous Saint Realm cultivators.

This was the most precious asset of the Sky-Burning Lu Family!

"Speaking of which, it's time to forge one or two Saint-tier Dragon Pills—"

The most important aspects of the Myriad Heavens Stars were the Four Quadrant Star Domains and the Three Tabernacle Star Palaces.

The former was further divided into twenty-eight Mansions (Star Constellations).

Zong Shou planned to use several Saint-tier Dragon Pills as material for the Dao Seeds of the Four Quadrant Star Domains and the Three Tabernacle Stars.

Starting from the top down, he would first construct a framework and then supplement the rest.

By beginning with the structural pillars and beams, he could solidify the foundation, achieving twice the result with half the effort!

As for the Twenty-Eight Mansions, Saint-tier materials would be ideal, but if unavailable, using Divine-tier Dragon Pills would also suffice.

At worst, it would require more effort to nurture them himself, but the final result would still be satisfactory.

However, doing so meant that the several hundred Dragon Pills in his possession, combined with the mutated beast cores collected in the Death Prison, would likely fall far short!

Originally, when forging this 'Three Thousand Stars Fall,' Zong Shou hadn't made any long-term plans for it.

But as he progressed step by step, when this divine power began to resonate with the stars in the sky, it was no longer merely an offshoot of the Black and White Beginning-End Dharma Aspect, nor was it just an augmentation for his sword arts or an escape technique.

It was a true divine power he could rely upon!

Zong Shou could no longer abandon it; he wanted to see what kind of 'World-Ending' might the 'Three Thousand Stars' would possess in the end—

Yet, currently, not only were materials similar to the Instant-Void Dragon Pill hard to find, but forging the Saint-tier Dragon Pills was also exceptionally difficult.

"Lu Tianqing left behind a Golden Pill before his death; that could serve as material for a Star Dao Seed. But I feel a slight resistance in my heart regarding that—"

If his guess was correct, in the coming confrontation with Hong Jiuchen and the subsequent Nine Absolutes Immortal Court, he might slay another one or two Saints.

If so, the Four Palaces and Three Tabernacles could be assembled.

"Once the Four Palaces and Three Tabernacles are complete, my cultivation base can ascend another half-step! But to refine them, I need Heavenly-tier True Fire to burn continuously for forty-nine days. Where can I find that?"

Zong Shou chuckled, putting aside these ambitious fantasies.

After only two hours of meditation, Zong Shou's brow twitched, and a flicker of an unusual expression crossed his eyes.

They had now arrived outside the Yuanlian Realm, only half an hour's flight away.

But his senses had just detected something unfavorable over there—

Blood color reappeared in his eyes, and Zong Shou gazed into the distance. In an instant, he pierced through the void and saw, outside the Yuanlian Realm, within a boundary river, dozens of warships locked in fierce combat.

One side possessed only sixteen warships, while the other commanded a massive fleet of over forty.

However, the former was not at a disadvantage. Through formation changes and directional shifts, they managed to keep losses equivalent, fighting evenly.

But ultimately, being outnumbered, they were retreating toward the distance.

Around these warships, dozens of immortal cultivators were engaged in brutal fighting.

The one with the sharpest sword light was Feng Taiji. The next was Zhao Yanran; that demoness had actually mastered the path of Spirit-Martial Integration, fighting alone against six immortal-level cultivators.

Yet, the situation for both of them was far from ideal; they were struggling immensely to cope.

Zong Shou's expression immediately turned stern, murderous intent flashing. After only a moment's thought, he made the Demon-Repelling Flying Shuttle conceal its form, while he himself tore through the void and departed.