The Ossuary King: Infinite Power

Chapter 4

The massive executioner’s blade came down like a falling mountain.

Lucien didn't have time to think. His body, now fueled by the Primordial Chaos Body, reacted on instinct. He threw himself to the left, his feet skidding through the thick layer of ash. The Warden’s sword slammed into the earth exactly where Lucien had been standing a millisecond before.

BOOM!

The ground shattered. A shockwave of dirt and bone fragments exploded outward, stinging Lucien’s face. The strength behind the blow was terrifying. If he had been a second slower, he would have been turned into a red smear on the grey ground.

The Grave-Warden didn't stop. It pulled the massive sword from the earth as if it weighed nothing. The blue flames in its eyes flared brightly.

"Living... meat..." the Warden growled. "You do not... belong... in the silence."

The Warden charged again. It didn't run like a man; it glided across the ground, its heavy armor clanking with every movement. It swung its blade in a wide, horizontal arc, aiming to cut Lucien in half at the waist.

Lucien felt a surge of fear, but deep within his mind, the Grandmaster-Level Sword Intent acted like a cold anchor. He didn't panic. He saw the swing coming. In his mind’s eye, he didn't just see a giant sword—he saw a line of force. He saw the "cut" before it even happened.

Instead of jumping back, Lucien stepped forward. He dove under the Warden’s massive arm.

As he slid past, he lashed out with his rusted sword. He didn't aim for the chest; he aimed for the gap in the armor at the back of the Warden’s knee.

Clang!

The rusted blade bit into the ancient steel. Sparks flew, and a small chunk of the Warden’s leg armor fell away. Black, tar-like blood oozed from the wound.

The Warden roared in pain—a sound that felt like metal grinding against metal. It spun around with surprising speed, backhanding Lucien with its free hand.

Lucien saw the giant metal fist coming. He tried to block with his sword, but the force was too much.

CRACK!

The blow sent Lucien flying. He tumbled through the air and crashed into a pile of petrified ribs twenty feet away. The impact was so hard it snapped one of the ancient bones.

Lucien lay on the ground, gasping for air. His chest felt like it had been hit by a runaway carriage. Any normal person would have had every bone in their torso shattered. Any normal "Body Tempering Level 1" cultivator would be dead.

But then, he felt it.

Inside his chest, the Abyssal Core began to spin faster. The black energy in his God-Devouring Veins surged to the point of impact. He felt his ribs knitting back together in seconds. The pain was sharp, but it faded almost instantly, replaced by a dull heat.

"I’m... I’m okay," Lucien whispered, pushed himself up. "The Chaos Body... it’s real."

The Grave-Warden was already walking toward him, its heavy boots making the ground tremble. It seemed confused that the "living meat" was standing up again.

"Die... die... die..." the Warden chanted, its voice getting louder.

Lucien stood his ground. He realized something important. He had the power, and he had the "knowledge" of the sword, but he didn't have the experience. He was fighting like a student who had read a book but never picked up a tool.

I can’t just react, Lucien thought. I have to lead the fight.

He took a deep breath, sucking in the Corpse Miasma. His body felt like a furnace. He focused on the Warden. With his Grandmaster-Level Sword Intent, he began to analyze the monster.

The Warden was strong and fast, but it was stiff. Its movements followed a pattern. And most importantly, it was protecting a specific spot—a glowing, purple orb visible through the cracks in its breastplate.

The Necrotic Core, Lucien realized. That’s the heart.

The Warden lunged, bringing the executioner's blade down in a series of brutal, overhead strikes. Slam! Slam! Slam!

Lucien danced through the attacks. He wasn't just dodging now; he was moving with purpose. He was getting closer. Each time the Warden’s blade hit the ground, Lucien moved an inch nearer to the monster’s center.

"Is that all?" Lucien taunted. His voice was steady now. "You’re just a pile of old tin!"

The Warden let out a frustrated shriek. It raised its sword high, preparing for a massive, two-handed downward strike that would surely crack the very bedrock of the Ossuary.

This was the opening Lucien was waiting for.

As the Warden’s arms went up, the gap in its breastplate widened.

Lucien pushed off the ground with all the strength of his Chaos Body. He didn't swing the sword; he held it like a spear, pointing the rusted tip directly at the purple glow.

"Sword Intent—Piercing Point!"

A thin, razor-sharp needle of silver energy formed at the tip of the rusted blade.

The Warden tried to bring its sword down, but it was too slow. Lucien was already in its guard.

THRU-UMPH!

The rusted sword didn't just hit the armor—it ignored it. Driven by the Sword Intent, the blade slid through the blackened steel like a hot knife through butter. The tip sank deep into the purple Necrotic Core.

The Warden froze.

The blue flames in its eyes flickered wildly. The purple glow of the core turned into a violent, pulsing red.

"No..." the Warden gasped. "The master... will... find... you..."

BOOM!

The Necrotic Core exploded. A wave of cold, dark energy blasted outward. Lucien was thrown back, but he managed to land on his feet this time, sliding across the ash.

The Grave-Warden’s armor collapsed into a heap of junk. The blue flames vanished, and the purple energy began to dissipate into the air.

Lucien stood there, breathing hard. His heart was racing. He had just killed a Spirit Awakening Realm monster while being at the lowest stage of Body Tempering. If the world knew, they would think it was a miracle. But for Lucien, it was just the beginning.

He walked over to the pile of armor. Beside it was a stone pedestal—the Warden’s Post. This was where the creature had sat for centuries, watching the graves.

[Ding! Host has defeated a Grave-Warden.]

[Current Realm: Body Tempering – Level 5 (Rapid Breakthrough due to High-Level Combat).]

Lucien felt the rush of power. He was already much stronger than he had been an hour ago. He looked at the pedestal.

[Ding! Detected Location: The Warden’s Post.]

[This is a 'Rare-Grade' treasure location. Would the Host like to Sign-In?]

"Sign in," Lucien said. He was starting to love that sound.

[Ding! Sign-In Successful!]

[Congratulations! You have received: The Eyes of Truth (Heavenly Grade Essence).]

Suddenly, Lucien’s eyes felt like they were being washed with ice-cold water. The sensation was sharp and stinging, but only for a moment. When he opened them, the world was no longer grey and dull.

The Eyes of Truth allowed him to see the "flow" of the world.

He looked at the ground and saw white lines representing the ancient paths of spirits. He looked at the bones and saw the residual "echoes" of the creatures they once belonged to. He could see through the thickest parts of the Miasma as if it were clear glass.

"This is incredible," Lucien whispered.

But then, he looked further. He looked toward the heart of the Eternal Ossuary.

With his new eyes, the horizon changed. In the distance, deep within the fog, he saw something that made his blood run cold.

A trail of blood-red energy was rising into the sky. It wasn't just energy; it was a path. It looked like a glowing red road that wound through the valleys of Titan bones and over the hills of graves.

The trail led to a massive, black mountain in the distance. Even from here, Lucien could feel a pressure so heavy it made his God-Devouring Veins hum in warning.

At the base of the trail, the System flashed a warning in bright, pulsing red letters:

[ZONE DETECTED: THE PIT OF THE DEMON KING.]

[RANK: DIVINE GRADE (RESTRICTED).]

[WARNING: ENTRY BY ANYONE BELOW THE 'GOD-ASCENSION' REALM WILL RESULT IN INSTANT SOUL DESTRUCTION.]

Lucien stared at the warning. He was only at Body Tempering Level 5. Between him and God-Ascension were dozens of realms, thousands of levels, and hundreds of years of cultivation.

But the red trail was glowing, and at the end of it, he could see something else. A flicker of gold. A treasure so powerful that even the Eyes of Truth struggled to identify it.

"Instant soul destruction," Lucien repeated the words.

He looked at his rusted sword, then back at the red trail.

Deep in his heart, he knew he should stay in the "Safe Zone" and sign in at small shrines for years. That was the smart thing to do. That was how you survived.

But Lucien didn't just want to survive. He wanted to be the strongest. He wanted to reach the top.

“If I don't take risks, I'll never have the power to walk back through those iron gates,” he thought.

He gripped his sword and stepped onto the beginning of the red trail.