Chapter 583: . A star overlord with Level Fifteen potential, Lu Sheng's second law power! (1)

The Book of Stellar Essence—the Overlord of the Starry Void, Lu Sheng’s second Law-force!

Mangled. Lin.

Azure Frost.

Together they clashed, contended, canceled, and corroded…

Under that torrent of power, the planet shattered, cracked, and disintegrated.

From high above, one could clearly see:

At least one-third of the entire world was now dominated by searing white-gold and deep azure—two hues relentlessly encroaching upon the remaining territories, spreading like wildfire and glacial tide.

Upon the earth, two figures collided ceaselessly, locked in a life-or-death struggle.

One was wreathed head to toe in roaring platinum-white flames.

These fires traced intricate, arcane solar sigils across his flesh—radiant, profound, divine.

Behind him and above his crown, a three-legged celestial bird coalesced—a mythic *sanzu wu*—

making him appear as if stepped forth from an ancient stellar codex: a primordial deity presiding over light and heat, majestic, sovereign, invincible.

The other stood cloaked entirely in deep-blue frost.

Brilliant rivers of ice and primordial glaciers flowed upward from his feet, rising like sacred hymns.

He was the antithesis of the first—the destined rival—god of absolute cold, sovereign of the world’s ultimate chill.

This cataclysmic battle, shaking the very planet, resembled less a mortal conflict than a myth made manifest: a fated war between deities, etched into reality itself.

Ice versus fire. Cold versus heat.

“*Heaven possesses a Fifth Season!*”

Suddenly, the handsome youth who ruled light and warmth roared low, thrusting forward a single, unadorned fist.

In that instant, it seemed five million stars ignited simultaneously within his body.

Platinum flames surged to their zenith.

Thousands upon thousands of three-legged golden crows burst forth from the conflagration, wings beating fiercely—

only to converge, all at once, upon the tip of his fist.

In a flash, an invisible wind of annihilation—beyond mere thermal wave—rippled outward.

Space itself tore like rotten cloth, layer upon layer.

Sky and land, the flowing rivers of ice, the drifting glaciers—

all dissolved, shattered, melted away the moment that annihilating heat swept past.

The azure zones of the planet transformed before the eye into gleaming platinum.

Fire!

A world utterly consumed by flame!

Strange vibrations trembled along the young man’s knuckles; somewhere in the void, a force seemed on the verge of being seized—

Yet even as his fist pierced clean through his opponent’s chest,

the latter dissolved into thick black smoke within the platinum inferno—

and that smoke poured, swirling, into the victor’s body.

That final veil—so thin, so near, as if a single finger’s push would shatter it—

remained unbroken.

“A pity.”

Lu Sheng slowly withdrew his fist, his face shadowed with deep regret.

The mysterious grey hue fading from his eyes signaled his exit from the Divine Warrior state.

“In the Divine Warrior state, that sudden flash of insight—if this were my native cosmos—I could have perfectly extrapolated the embryonic form of the Ancient Fifth Season, breaking through the Sixth Realm of martial technique…

and thereby grasping its corresponding Law-force.”

“But alas—this universe’s Laws are already dead.”

A faint melancholy drifted across Lu Sheng’s gaze.

Laws form the bedrock of any cosmos.

The Dreamspace Universe was long extinct; its intrinsic Laws had perished with it, vanished without trace.

All that remained were mere *copies*—preserved only within the bodies of martial cultivators ranked Thirteen and above.

Yes.

He found “copy” the most precise term.

“Still—not entirely fruitless.”

Lu Sheng gazed at his own hands, at those platinum-white divine sigils now blooming from muscle and bone, hovering just beneath the skin.

His body—fused from Stellar Martial Dao and Immortal Path—grew ever more perfect, ever more potent.

Five million immortal cells supplied his power.

And the Immortal Elixir Core served as the harmonizing agent, the lubricant, the subtle conductor.

Without it, Lu Sheng doubted even in the Absolute Mastery of the Divine Warrior state he could have so swiftly mastered the newly awakened might of those five million cells.

In the battle where he first struck the Lord of Oblivion, he had just entered Tier Twelve.

That sudden surge to five million immortal cells—he had been far from mastering them fully.

Though that fist appeared dazzling beyond measure, in truth, vast torrents of power had been squandered, wasted.

“If I struck now… the Lord of Oblivion would lose far more than just one arm.”

Lu Sheng lowered his arm. The platinum patterns receded into flesh and sinew; he stepped back from the Main Sequence Star state.

That state, too, was now perfectly controlled—thanks largely to the Immortal Elixir Core.

He felt something akin to Teacher Tianlan Domain Lord Yang Yizhou’s Natural Way—the state of Heaven-and-Man as One.

A silent, gentle transformation, imperceptible yet profound, reshaping him from within, leaving him awestruck.

“At least it occupies an entire dantian—finally, not a waste to have nurtured such a ‘useless’ thing.”

Lu Sheng settled cross-legged in the void.

Only now did he begin to absorb and assimilate the martial memories recently inherited from that Thirteenth-Rank cultivator.

His name: Wu Sha Dong Jing.

A strange, tongue-twisting appellation.

He was the sovereign of this stretch of starry void—a tyrannical overlord, a figure of absolute dominion.

Before the Dreamspace Universe had been wholly devoured and annihilated by the Shadowside Cosmos, he too had lived a life of unparalleled brilliance and splendor.

Indeed, he had even been personally commended by the Lord of an entire stellar system as—within his lifetime—possessing the potential to ascend to the Fifteenth Rank!

Such praise was extraordinary beyond measure.

It represented the highest affirmation a System-Lord-level cultivator could bestow upon another’s comprehension of the Dao.

It was precisely for this reason that Lu Sheng had selected him as the very first whetstone upon reaching Twelfth Rank.

Truly remarkable.

Even with only a sliver of will lingering within a shattered remnant of his body, Lu Sheng—without invoking any Law-force whatsoever—had nearly exhausted his full strength just to barely defeat him.

And in doing so, he inherited Wu Sha Dong Jing’s martial path and Law:

—the Law of Ice.

Its essence lay in absolute freezing, absolute annihilation—extinguishing all traces of life without mercy.

Looking upward, it might even freeze space itself, or halt time.

In terms of sheer tier and refinement, the Ice Law mastered by Wu Sha Dong Jing surpassed even the Thunder Law currently wielded by Lu Sheng.

And for Lu Sheng, this Law served a far greater purpose:

—it became the foundational bedrock.

The Ten-Perfection Martial Path he had once deduced—one capable of propelling him toward the Seventeenth Rank—required five elemental martial foundations: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.

The Stellar Path formed the foundation of Fire; the Divine Crystal Path, that of Metal.

Both were already perfected up to the Fifteenth Rank.

Up until that point, Lu Sheng needed only to methodically inherit and comprehend them.

But for Water, Wood, and Earth—he would have to painstakingly assemble and construct each level himself, brick by brick.

Now, the thirteenth-rank core of the Water Foundation—the Northern Black Tortoise True Water Flow—had finally been found by Lu Sheng.

And what better vessel than Wu Sha Dong Jing’s Ice Law?

Perfectly suited.

*Crack… crack…*

As the Ice Law surged into his body, Lu Sheng’s irises swiftly turned snow-white.

His jet-black hair shifted into a deep, oceanic blue.

From his frame erupted waves of incomparable, absolute cold—a frigidity vastly surpassing even that of Men Luo, whom he had once battled.

Men Luo’s chill could only freeze dying stars on the verge of collapse.

But this cold—

this cold could freeze Lu Sheng himself, the Supreme Solar Incarnation bearing five million stellar seeds within his flesh!

Almost immediately, the arrival of the Ice Law triggered an inevitable clash with Lu Sheng’s stellar constitution.

This conflict was unavoidable—indeed, predestined.

To house two diametrically opposed forces within a single body was no less impossible than sustaining a burning star within an endless sea of ice.

Yet Lu Sheng had foreseen this very scenario long before the battle began.

He had already devised a solution.

Summoning the primordial essence of the cosmos, he silently intoned within his mind:

“Derive—perfect resolution to this present predicament.”

In the next instant, a progress bar flickered into existence before his eyes.

As the cosmic essence drained at breakneck speed, the bar surged forward with equal haste.

Soon, it reached one hundred percent.

The moment completion was achieved—

an astonishing, miraculous transformation began within Lu Sheng’s body.