Yue Xin stood before the solitary stone in the graveyard, her fingers tracing the ancient inscription etched upon its weathered surface. Her mind raced through fragnted mories of her past life—her true tiline—and what she had learned about this place.
"Beneath lies he whose fate was sealed not by death, but by choice."
The words sent a chill down her spine. She rembered now. In her original tiline, this grave remained untouched, dismissed as insignificant by historians and cultivators alike. But beneath this unassuming marker lay sothing extraordinary—a fragnt of primordial energy known only to those who dared to dig deeper. A fragnt that could reshape destinies if wielded correctly.
But there was more. Much more.
This was it—the mont she had been preparing for over countless days, perhaps even years. She could feel it in her bones, the faint but undeniable pull of immortal qi emanating from beneath the ground. It wasn't just any energy; it was the sa essence that had transford an ordinary cultivator into a legendary figure in her past tiline.
She knelt beside the stone, pulling out a ceremonial dagger imbued with spatial runes. With precise movents, she began carving intricate patterns into the earth around the grave, activating a sequence designed to unlock whatever lay beneath. Each rune flared faintly, humming with latent energy as they connected to form a web of light.
Suddenly, the ground trembled. Dust rose in swirling clouds, obscuring her vision montarily. When it settled, the solitary stone split cleanly down the middle, revealing a hollow cavity below.
Beneath layers of hardened earth and ancient stone lay the source of the immortal qi—a coffin made entirely of ice jade. Its surface shimred with an ethereal light, refracting colors that seed otherworldly. Even through the thick material, Yue Xin could sense the overwhelming presence within.
She hesitated for only a mont before carefully prying open the lid. A rush of frigid air escaped, carrying with it a wave of pure, unadulterated immortal qi. Inside lay the corpse of a man who appeared neither old nor young—his features frozen in ti, untouched by decay. His face retained a striking handsoness, almost too perfect to be real. More importantly, his body radiated an aura so potent that it sent shivers down her spine.
This wasn't rely a dead body—it was a vessel of unimaginable power. Immortal qi pulsed faintly around him, weaving through his very essence.
This was exactly what she had been seeking all along. In her past tiline, this very corpse had served as the starting point for one of the most legendary cultivators to ever walk the realms. That cultivator had stumbled upon this grave by chance, refining the immortal qi within the body to awaken the Primordial Creation Physique—a physique said to hold dominion over creation itself. With such power, one could reshape reality and ascend beyond the mystical step.
But Yue Xin knew better than anyone that acquiring this gift was not simple. Not everyone could refine immortal qi, let alone assimilate it without being consud by its sheer potency. For years, she had studied countless texts, sought out hidden knowledge, and pieced together fragnts of information about how this transformation occurred. And finally, after relentless pursuit, she discovered the truth: the secret lay within an ancient immortal palace once owned by the man now lying before her.
Before she fully understood the importance of the cultivation technique within the palace, she had already learned of its existence. Three years ago she encountered the individual who, in her original tiline, had found this grave and unlocked its secrets. She observed him silently from the shadows, studying his every move, learning everything she could about his thods and resources. Then, one fateful day, she witnessed it—the mont he accidentally stumbled upon the entrance to the immortal palace. He claid it as his own, gaining access to its remaining riches, including the main cultivation technique.
The palace contained many treasures, but most were depleted remnants of their forr glory. Only one thing remained intact—the Infinite Creation Primordial Technique. This technique was designed specifically to harness and assimilate the unique immortal qi emanating from the corpse. Without it, attempting to refine the energy would result in catastrophic failure—or worse, death.
When the ti ca, she acted swiftly and decisively. With cold precision, she eliminated him, taking possession of the palace and its contents for herself.
Taking a deep breath, Yue Xin closed her eyes and began circulating the Infinite Creation Primordial Technique through her dantian. Her inner world flared to life as the intricate patterns of the technique unfurled within her ridians, each rune and symbol igniting like stars in the night sky. The air around her grew heavy, charged with an otherworldly energy as the runes etched into the coffin's surface lit up one by one, responding to her invocation.
A faint hum filled the space, growing louder with each passing second. The first line of the technique required her to establish a connection between her own qi pathways and the immortal qi radiating from the corpse.
Reaching out with her divine sense, Yue Xin extended her senses toward the coffin. At first, the immortal qi resisted her touch, sharp and unyielding like shards of glass. But as she continued circulating the technique, those barriers began to soften, allowing her to weave her divine sense into their intricate patterns.
A surge of warmth spread through her body as the immortal qi finally responded to her call. It flowed out of the coffin in thin streams, twisting and coiling like serpents before being drawn into her dantian. Each thread carried with it an overwhelming sense of purity and vitality, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Yue Xin gritted her teeth against the intensity, her veins burning as if molten silver coursed through them.
"This is... incredible," she thought, her mind racing with awe even as her body struggled under the strain. With every ounce of willpower, she forced herself to remain calm, knowing that even a montary lapse could result in catastrophic failure.
As the process continued, the immortal qi began to reshape her very essence. Her bones felt lighter, yet stronger; her muscles flexed with newfound power; and her spirit seed to expand, reaching toward realms previously beyond her grasp.
This was no ordinary transformation—it was the awakening of the legendary Primordial Creation Physique.
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