{Ding! Level up: HP +5, Qi +10, Strength +5, Agility +3, Endurance +3, Bonus points +20}{Ding! Congratulations to the host on attaining the law engraving realm!}{HP +400, Qi +500, Strength +350, Agility +200, Endurance +200} {Name: Yan Ming} {Age: 20} {Race: Human} {Bloodline: locked} {Level: 101 (1st layer of the law Engraving Realm)} {Exp: 0/100} {HP: 1860/1860} {Qi: 3100/3100} {Strength: 1565} {Agility: 939} {Endurance: 2159} {Bonus Points:- 420} {Authorities} {1. Primordial Sovereign Of Flames: Fire resistance +100%, Fire affinity +100%} {2. King Of Hell, Ruler of The Abyss: All citizens of the infernal realm are under your control and must bow to you.} {3. Wielder Of Hell's Mandate: You wield one of the ten primordial weapons forged from chaos and command the authority of hell, the powers of the infernal realm are bestowed upon you} {4. Lucky glow: As the son of the universe, every action of yours has a very high chance for it to succeed}{Ding!

Bi JieThe border formationFan Mo and his squad members had survived the star's explosion and were back in the floating city that acted as a defensive barrier to the divine realm already.After crossing into the floating city he levitated back to the temporary quarters assigned for him and his squad members."Xue Feng." He called out In a low voice, his head raised out into the empty vast void above, as a city created by the sovereigns with an impenetrable defence structure, breaking through this city would exhaust even sovereigns, perhaps only those in the primordial ascension realm could break through the city and those in the primordial ascension realm wouldn't even need to attack the city before bypassing the barrier to the realms.The gap between the sovereign ascension realm and the primordial sovereign ascension realm was so huge that even after sealing Yan Ming's powers, flames and techniques they still couldn't put him down till Yin Chen showed up, a single primordial could

"Primordial Inborn? Why have I never heard of it?" Yan Ming wondered, his attention was fully focused on the bloodline status which had changed from {Unknown} to {Primordial Inborn} {Primordial Inborn as it states is a new physique created by chaos, passed down onto the ancestor of the Frostmoon family} "The Frostmoon family's ancestor again, what exactly is he like?" Yan Ming couldn't begin to phantom what exactly occurred when the Frostmoon family was created, the Frostmoon family had its talon stretched deeply into every axon on Nexus prime and even the ancestor was speculated to still be alive. With a bloodline created by chaos and granted onto him along with an incredible physique and talent he couldn't possibly be anything normal. 'At the very least he should reach the sovereign ascension realm if he pushes forward and cultivates seriously.' {The Frostmoon family's ancestor according to my calculations should still be alive and kicking out there, there is a slim possib

The beyond had different clans and sects ruling over the various zones, each clan was a force of their own with various powerhouses residing there, they dominated the regions and held absolute supreme power and authority over those living there.Bi Jie as one of the zones was led by different clans, one of which was the Tian clan, a powerhouse with several Dao Domain realm cultivators holding the helm of power.Celestial Spring Town was the capital of the Tian clan popularly known as Tian Quan Zhen, the very same city Yan Ming and Qing Chun decided to reside in before deciding about their next journey."Halt!" A cultivator in the Ember core realm called out to the two with a slight wave of his arm.The gate was guarded by a group over thirty ember Core realm cultivators and realm condensation realm cultivators, their cultivation level was relatively lower compared to the average cultivation level of most powerhouses but disobeying them would attract the higher tiered guards and captai

The arena's outer gates were carved from black stone veined with faint gold, worn smooth by a million years of hands pressing against them in hope or dread. Yan Ming walked through without hesitation, Qing Chun trailing a step behind, her earlier pout long since replaced by wide-eyed wonder at the sheer scale of the crowd. "There's so many people," she murmured, craning her neck to look up at the towering stands that seemed to swallow the sky. "There always are, when spiritual stones are on the line." Yan Ming's tone was flat, almost bored, but his eyes swept the arena with the practiced calm of someone reading a familiar book. Cultivators of every realm packed the stands — most low, a scattering mid-tier, and here and there the unmistakable pressure of someone who had condensed their foundation properly rather than through shortcuts and pills. A registration official, an older man with a cultivation base thin as paper compared to the audience he served, looked up as Yan Ming approa