Harvesting the Life Pill, Repaying Her Karma
Harvesting the Life Pill, Repaying Her Karma
A colossal silver hand reached down from above the Heavenly Palace, as if it could pluck even the stars into its grasp.
Blotting out the sky, it descended straight toward the land of Gods’ Ruins.
The sun, moon, and stars trembled; billions of rays of divine light surged like a boiling ocean.
The terrifying, sky-drowning aura drove every Cultivator and living being within the Northern Dipper Star Territory to the very peak of terror.
Within the Forbidden Areas—those places whose denizens had once tyrannized the Northern Dipper Star Territory and even launched Dark Turmoils—
those existences likewise paled with fright, offering up all their artifacts and cowering deep within the Forbidden Areas, not daring to show themselves, fearing that being struck by such shockwaves would annihilate them body and soul.
This was a genuine True Daoist, his blood vitality flooding the heavens, his might unmatched, at the very pinnacle of his prime.
Once before, a world-shaking aura had surfaced within Gods’ Ruins; someone had tried to charge in, only to be slapped dead on the spot—along with their Nirvana Grade Artifact, which was smashed to pieces.
Both sides were existences no one could afford to provoke. If a great war erupted, it would absolutely be a cataclysm that shattered heaven and earth.
They were utterly terrified, convinced that the being guarding Gods’ Ruins had a cultivation that definitely surpassed the ordinary Nirvana Realm—though no one knew whether it was truly the legendary Lord of Gods’ Ruins.
But even if it wasn’t, it was certainly no existence an ordinary True Daoist could compare to.
As for the True Daoist above the Heavenly Palace who had rushed over from another universe—though he was fearsome enough, they didn’t believe he could be a match for that mysterious being within Gods’ Ruins. He, too, would likely be slapped to pieces.
Boom!!
The next moment, accompanied by a world-shaking roar, it was as if heaven and earth themselves split apart.
Endless divine light exploded as a lustrous, elegant jade hand struck out from within the land of Gods’ Ruins.
Waves like a vast ocean surged and rose, meeting head-on the palm descending from the sky.
It was a staggering sight—as if billions of suns were boiling right there.
The blinding radiance swept through every surrounding star territory.
Countless Cultivators and living beings couldn’t help but shut their eyes.
When the aftershocks swept down, the desolate stars all around were instantly reduced to ash.
A scream rang out, then swiftly faded away.
The True Daoist who had struck just moments ago had already become a sky full of bloody mist, dissipating into the vast heavens. None of his techniques were even unleashed—merely from that single collision, he was destroyed body and soul.
Nirvana blood rained down from the sky, splattering across the land like a storm of blood—but it was pure destruction.
The energy contained in a single drop of that blood was boundlessly vast, enough to pierce through entire stars.
This staggering scene left every Cultivator and living being who witnessed it frozen in a daze.
Even those Quasi-Nirvana existences who had fled far from the Northern Dipper Star Territory, racing toward the desolate edges of the universe, were struck dumb with horror where they stood.
What on earth was happening?
Beyond the Northern Dipper Star Territory, the figures standing atop the Ancient Battleships felt their scalps tingle, their whole bodies turning ice-cold, utterly horrified.
The other three True Daoists’ faces instantly drained of color; their wide-mouthed laughter cut off abruptly, their eyes brimming with fear.
In a single exchange, their companion had been slapped to death—he’d only had time to let out one scream, and they hadn’t even had the chance to go to his aid.
Moreover, if their senses hadn’t deceived them just now, there were other peerless beings within the place where the Tree of Epoch resided.
Someone who could slap a True Daoist to death was absolutely an existence on par with their deepest foundations. They were terrified, swallowing hard again and again.
“This is bad—we underestimated them. This universe may have no True Daoists, but that doesn’t mean that place has none. When the Tree of Epoch was dug up back then, a supreme figure must have acted.”
They weren’t fools. Their earlier arrogance had come from their certainty that this universe held no existence capable of threatening them.
Now, knowing that a foundation-level existence presided over Gods’ Ruins, their hearts filled with the desire to retreat, planning to wait until their clans’ True Ancestors arrived.
Otherwise, with their own strength, they would only be marching to their deaths—there could be no second outcome.
At that moment, every living being within the Northern Dipper Star Territory heard the sound of surging tides coming from the direction of Gods’ Ruins—the vast, boundless Spiritual Qi and rules rising and falling, beating against the firmament.
Mist and haze spread outward, and a slender figure stood within it.
Peerless and proud, her hair cascading loose, her eyes clear as water, her light gauze dress like mist, leaving her hazy and indistinct, still impossible to see through.
Yet people could tell that the one standing amid that ethereal void was a woman of breathtaking beauty—
standing alone against the world, her figure tall and graceful, her elegance unmatched.
It was she who had struck just now, slapping a True Daoist to death with a single palm—overwhelmingly, invincibly powerful.
No one could connect such a peerless woman with the ruthless act of moments before.
“Could this be the mysterious Lord of Gods’ Ruins?”
“Has she really survived from the Era of the Great Annihilation until now? How is that possible? Has she... already become an Immortal?”
The Northern Dipper Star Territory erupted in an uproar of shock. Everyone was stunned, incredulous, unable to fathom it.
She had simply lived far too long—her lifespan would have to be counted in countless years.
Could the life substance of this universe even sustain her for that long?
“Is that the Lord of Gods’ Ruins? The one you sought all your life?”
Within the Ascension Celestial Dynasty, the Emperor of Ascension felt the lustrous white skull upon the Platform trembling faintly, a spiritual fluctuation surfacing once more—very faint, conveying a kind of...
His voice quavered as he knelt prostrate before the Platform, sensing that Empress Huang Yu seemed not to have truly perished, that she still lingered here, sustained by some immense obsession.
“Senior, who exactly are you?”
“The Tree of Epoch is a Supreme Treasure of our Beyond, tied to the fate of the entire Beyond. We beg you to return it. Though you can easily suppress and kill the likes of us, our True Ancestors are still on their way—each one of them no weaker than you.”
“Moreover, forces like our clans are beyond counting in the Beyond. When they all descend, no matter how heaven-defying your methods, you will only perish in regret.”
Above the firmament, the three remaining True Daoists quickly regained their composure, staring straight at the figure beyond Gods’ Ruins, trying to make her understand the disparity and abandon any thought of resistance.
This was the power of the entire Beyond brought to bear—no force could stand against it. No, not just forces—no universe, no ancient world could resist it.
Hearing these words, every Cultivator and living being in the Northern Dipper Star Territory sank deeper into despair.
This vanguard alone was enough to destroy this universe—and behind them, even more terrifying existences were yet to descend.
What had they done wrong, to deserve such a world-ending catastrophe?
“Senior, please understand—with your strength alone, you cannot keep the Tree of Epoch.”
The three True Daoists spoke again, Grand Runes surfacing over their bodies, radiance coiling around them, one rune after another, utterly astonishing—staying on guard.
They had an ominous premonition. The Woman in White standing beyond Gods’ Ruins seemed to have laughed softly just now.
That laugh was bewitching to the extreme, like a peerless enchantress who could bring calamity upon all living things—yet it carried undisguised mockery and disdain.
In a daze, they saw a magnificently splendid Peach Tree burst into bloom, peach blossoms drifting down through the air with breathtaking beauty.
Legend said the Lord of Gods’ Ruins had once planted a Peach Tree.
Could it be... her?
This sight sent tremors of horror through all living beings in the Northern Dipper Star Territory, abruptly reminding them of a legend, their eyes going wide.
This Forbidden Area called Gods’ Ruins... had a master? And she was merely a Peach Tree he had planted?
These murmurs made the faces of the three True Daoists in the sky change once more, the ominous premonition in their hearts growing thicker.
If that were true, didn’t it mean the Tree of Epoch had been brought from the Beyond and planted here by that very Lord of Gods’ Ruins?
A single Peach Tree he planted had already grown to rival a foundation-level existence?
Their scalps went numb, and their words lost all earlier confidence. If that Lord of Gods’ Ruins still existed in this world, his cultivation had absolutely reached a heaven-piercing, earth-shaking level.
But then... why would he still seize the Tree of Epoch?
Countless doubts arose in their hearts, but at this moment, they no longer had the chance to ponder them.
Chi—chi—
From within Gods’ Ruins, heaven-piercing radiance surged once more, shooting into the firmament, incomparably brilliant—like enormous chains instantly connecting to unknown regions.
Terrifying runes burned in the void, illuminating the universe in dazzling splendor, astonishing fluctuations raging there.
“The being in Gods’ Ruins intends to refine us into medicine to extend life—this is bad, this is a ruthless one!”
Seeing this, the three True Daoists’ faces changed drastically, and they turned to flee.
In that instant, they recalled certain legends: in the most ancient times, before the world’s environment had drastically changed, those Immortals would refine medicine from the living world to prolong their own lives.
Those runes hung in the sky like suns, sinking into the void as if gathering something—
then transformed into chains that lashed toward them like runic lightning, swift as if vanishing from thin air, giving them no chance to react at all.
Even fighting with everything they had, they could not break free of those Grand Dao Chains; the Spiritual Qi in their bodies seemed to dry up entirely, utterly unusable.
“Senior, spare us!”
“Senior, spare our lives!”
Wave after wave of terrified screams echoed across the sky, sweeping through the entire universe, leaving the Quasi-Nirvana beings in many distant star territories chilled to the bone, feeling that fear and despair.
The other Cultivators and beings aboard the Ancient Battleships also felt their hair stand on end. They had thought that, as the vanguard charging first into the Northern Dipper Star Territory, they could settle everything at once and seize the Tree of Epoch.
Never had they imagined they would encounter such a colossal horror.
The art of refining medicine from the living world had long since become taboo.
Even in the Beyond, no one dared attempt it—let alone using three True Daoists as ingredients. This could only be described as world-shocking.
“How terrifying—three True Daoists, just like that, immobilized and bound in the void...”
“What kind of horrifying method is this?”
Every living being and Cultivator in the Northern Dipper Star Territory was scared stiff by this scene, their whole bodies going cold.
Amid the rumbling of the Great Dao, the three True Daoists’ faces filled with despair, screaming and begging ceaselessly, as if enduring the most dreadful torment in the mortal world.
Their flesh and blood were dissolving, their soul fluctuations fading, dimming like dying flames.
Countless fragments of the Great Dao flew out, breaking free from flesh, bone, Spiritual Sea, and Spiritual Palace, arranging themselves in the void, recombining into a rain of Flying Immortal light—blindingly brilliant.
Finally, they burst apart, becoming three incomparably radiant orbs of light—their very Source—suspended there in the void.
Everyone was dumbstruck, wishing they could rush over immediately to be drenched by that rain of light and absorb the endless fragments of the Great Dao into their bodies.
But no one dared. They could only watch as the runes burned on and the refinement began.
The process lasted a long time. Then the three orbs of light rushed together, colliding with the most dazzling brilliance, and the fragments of the Great Dao were refined together with them.
At the center, they condensed into a single orb of light—enormous, blazing, so intense the void itself seemed on the verge of collapse.
Finally, before everyone’s stunned eyes, a great medicine took form, born into being, an astonishingly rich medicinal fragrance permeating the air.
This great medicine took shape in the sky, resembling a small Celestial Phoenix—lifelike, incomparably radiant.
The moment it was born, it transformed into a divine rainbow, streaking straight toward the Ascension Celestial Dynasty, and before everyone’s stunned and horrified eyes, it sank into the Platform—into that lustrous white skull.
In that instant, a tidal wave of life aura emerged; the lustrous white skull grew ever more brilliant and translucent, and then endless light rose from that place, completely enveloping everything around it.
All was hazy and blurred, with dao light shining brilliantly, immortal radiance interweaving—and some even heard the cry of a Celestial Phoenix.
The Emperor of the Ascension Celestial Dynasty stared blankly at this scene, completely unable to react.
The being within Gods’ Ruins had harvested three True Daoists, refined them into a great medicine, and used it on their Founding Ancestor—Empress Huang Yu.
And it wasn’t just the Emperor of the Ascension Celestial Dynasty—every living being and Cultivator in the Northern Dipper Star Territory was dumbfounded by this act.
What kind of heaven-defying method was this? Could it be an attempt to forcibly extend Empress Huang Yu’s life for another era, using the lives of three True Daoists?
They didn’t even dare imagine it. Such a method was beyond words—
it was nothing less than snatching life back from the heavens themselves.
From this, they also suddenly understood the many legends of old: Empress Huang Yu had indeed followed and encountered the Lord of Gods’ Ruins, and the one she had spent her life searching for was surely this mysterious Lord of Gods’ Ruins.
Otherwise, why would the Lord of Gods’ Ruins use three True Daoists as ingredients to harvest a Life Pill for her?
Within Gods’ Ruins, Gu Changge sat cross-legged beneath the Tree of Epoch, his gaze calm and undisturbed.
For him now, doing all this was not difficult—especially with an ample supply of True Daoist Source.
Harvesting and refining a Life Pill was, in itself, a process of refining Source—discarding the dross and preserving the essence.
In the course of his altering this universe’s history, Empress Huang Yu had existed as an anomaly.
In the original timeline, she could never have attained Nirvana, could never have founded the Ascension Celestial Dynasty—yet even in this present age, a spiritual fluctuation of hers still lingered.
Had no spiritual fluctuation of hers remained, Gu Changge could not have revived her now. At most, this could only be considered repaying the karma she was owed.