Chapter 569: . Thunder Golden Crow. How many types of rule power has he comprehended?! (3)

Book 569: Thunderous Golden Crow. Just how many laws of existence has Lin truly comprehended?! (3)

Enveloped in violet lightning plasma and crimson stellar energy, Lu Sheng suddenly snapped his eyes open.

“The Tenfold Martial Dao—Golden Crow!”

Lu Sheng lightly tapped his own brow.

In an instant, amidst the swirling torrents of energy, his long black hair began transforming into a radiant vermilion-gold hue, while brilliant golden solar sigils rapidly bloomed across his entire body.

Within mere breaths, Lu Sheng fully entered the protostar phase of the Stellar Path.

Now, his entire form blazed with roaring golden solar divine fire. His skin shimmered with intricate golden patterns, as though he had stepped forth from ancient myth—a figure majestic, noble, and awe-inspiring.

Only after his immortal cells reached five million did Lu Sheng dare assume the *protostar* form; even the *main-sequence star* phase remained beyond his reach, fearing his body might rupture under the surging power.

Yet even this protostar state granted him overwhelming strength:

“Five million immortal cells… protostar form… far surpasses my earlier main-sequence star state with merely three hundred thirty thousand immortal cells—by orders of magnitude.”

Lu Sheng raised his right hand, studying the divine sigils on its back.

Amidst the dense, complex golden traceries, new violet lines pulsed—sharp, jagged, like bolts of thunder—nestled subtly within the golden patterns, nearly invisible unless scrutinized closely.

Suddenly, Lu Sheng extended his claws.

Between his fingers, solar divine fire roared fiercely, entwined by vivid violet lightning, infusing the once-pure incandescence with raw devastation and explosive fury.

“A change indeed…”

His eyes gleamed faintly, molten gold irises flickering with violet lightning.

“Thunder born within the sun… Then this protostar Golden Crow state shall henceforth be named—the *Thunderous Golden Crow*.”

In a flash, Lu Sheng traversed vast stretches of desolate cosmic void, reappearing abruptly above a colossal, lifeless planet.

He had never ceased cultivating the Dream Universe.

“Let us test it—this power, fused now with thunder.”

Lu Sheng faced the massive world beneath him, arms outstretched, body forming a grand cross as he gazed down upon the planet.

“The Four Symbols Spirit Realm Cloak—Hundred Weapons Martial Display!”

Hundred Weapons Martial Display!

The first martial saint technique Lu Sheng had self-realized upon ascending to Ninth-Rank Martial Saint.

Today, however, this technique had long since transcended into a true divine art.

And due to his profound understanding of his own path—the Tenfold Martial Dao—this divine art had diverged drastically from its original form.

As Lu Sheng spread his arms wide, the void behind him swiftly filled with dazzling vermilion-gold light.

Vast waves of golden flame converged, followed by torrents of violet lightning plasma.

Together, the two energies coalesced into an immense, shimmering tapestry—vast as a celestial canopy, nearly obscuring one-third of the planet below.

Within the curtain of thunder and fire, ripples surged violently.

Soon, countless weapons of varied shapes and forms emerged from the tempest.

Compared to his Ninth-Rank days, Lu Sheng’s martial mastery had deepened by immeasurable magnitudes.

Hundred Weapons Martial Display… Hundred Weapons…

One might as well call it *Ten Thousand Weapons Martial Display*, without exaggeration.

Each weapon writhed with thunder and flame; each bore power sufficient to obliterate any martial cultivator below Eleventh Rank in an instant.

“Fall!”

At Lu Sheng’s command, billions upon billions of thunder-fire weapons hurtled downward toward the colossal planet.

In the blink of an eye, half the world vanished beneath a churning sea of lightning and flame.

The detonating inferno was breathtakingly beautiful—yet utterly silent.

Lu Sheng watched calmly, observing as countless plumes of black smoke rose from the cataclysm, coalescing into a vast ocean of dark mist that surged toward him.

Silently, he absorbed the torrent of martial memories, sifting through them, extracting only what served his purpose, rapidly refining those techniques still short of Fifth Realm’s peak.

“Only now, with near-limitless energy at my disposal, can I afford such extravagance.

Otherwise, even with five million immortal cells, this technique would drain me utterly in an instant.”

“This Hundred Weapons Display stems from Master Yang Yizhou’s Four Symbols Spirit Realm Cloak—but now, when wielded, it seems I’ve all but discarded the very essence of his Four Extremes Dao…”

Lu Sheng could not say whether this was good or ill.

Among the three legacies he inherited, Master Yang Yizhou’s was the most profound—pointing directly toward Sixteenth Rank.

Yet it was also the one he understood least.

Perhaps because Yang Yizhou’s Four Extremes Dao clashed fundamentally with the Tenfold Martial Dao Lu Sheng himself sought to forge.

Whether Wang He’s Fifteenth-Rank Stellar Dao, Duan Yifeng’s Fifteenth-Rank Divine Crystal Dao, or the myriad Eleventh-, Twelfth-, and Thirteenth-Rank paths he’d inherited within the Dream Universe—all could serve as ornamental embellishments, enriching the framework of his Tenfold Martial Dao.

Only Yang Yizhou’s Four Extremes Dao stood irreconcilable with that framework.

Thus, all Lu Sheng could do was shatter that legacy piece by piece, slowly weaving its fragments into his own path.

…..Begging for flowers……..

This also meant that unless Lu Sheng could utterly transcend his own Dao,

he would forever forfeit the broad, unobstructed path straight to Level Sixteen.

Such a choice—this sacrifice—could only be borne by those possessing true, unshakable resolve and decisive courage.

Regret?

Lu Sheng asked himself.

Perhaps.

Yet one thing Lu Sheng knew with absolute clarity:

“Level Sixteen alone… cannot save this universe.”

Before him stretched a desolate, silent void—the battlefield where Teacher Yang Yizhou had clashed with the Shadow Universe and ultimately fallen.

As he pondered, the planet beneath his feet had already been shaved away by nearly half.

Lu Sheng faintly sensed the absorption; this fragment of the world had successfully elevated one of his Fifth Realm martial arts to its absolute peak.

Moreover, his grasp of cosmic primordial force had deepened slightly.

…

“If I annihilate this entire planet, and fortune favors me—I might just complete two or three more.”

Lu Sheng silently calculated in his mind.

Just then, from the shattered remnants below, several furious roars erupted like thunder.

In moments, figures tore through the barrier of lightning and fire, surging into Lu Sheng’s sight.

He glanced casually—regrettably, none among them reached Level Thirteen.

“The strongest is merely Level Twelve… though I wonder how many laws they’ve fused.”

Lu Sheng twisted his neck; a rapid cascade of bone-and-flesh cracks snapped through the silence.

He lunged forward with blinding speed, carving a long, dazzling trail of violet and gold flame across the black void.

“Let’s see—

Thunderous Golden Crow…

just how formidable it truly is!”

The next instant, forms collided.

“Boom!”

An even more brilliant conflagration bloomed across the stars.

Meanwhile,

outside the fortress base in the Alternate Battlefield,

a radiant silver light nearly swallowed half the installation.

Countless silver specks coalesced into a vast, undulating sea of argent luminescence.

Innumerable cultivators stood both inside and beyond the base, faces frozen in awe as they beheld the spectacle.

Within their vision, at the heart of that silver ocean, pulsed a colossal violet-red light cocoon—

vibrant, alive, throbbing with raw power.

Around it, fully dozens of dazzling galactic ribbons spun in orbit, fierce and incandescent.

The scene was so overwhelming, so indelibly seared into memory, that none who witnessed it would ever forget.

“Heavens… how many laws has the being within that cocoon comprehended?!”

A veteran cultivator, eyes wide with disbelief, whispered hoarsely.

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