The silence within the abyss was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of qi pulsing from the divine vine.
Yang Yin Long stood still, bathed in the light of three hanging treasures—the Gourd Fruits of Heaven and Earth—each one glowing with the radiance of a small sun.
He reached for the first.
The violet gourd trembled in his grasp, its surface warm as living flesh. The moment it detached, the vine quivered but did not resist.
He placed it carefully aside, then reached for the second—a blue-silver gourd that hummed like thunder contained within glass.
It came free more easily, as if the vine had offered it willingly.
But when his hand closed around the third, a piercing shriek of sword intent tore through the air.
A line of pain split across his palm.
The gourd's qi, sharp as a divine blade, slashed through skin and flesh. Blood poured down his arm, splattering across the vine's roots.
Yang Yin Long staggered back, gritting his teeth as his qi surged to seal the wound.
But before his healing could take hold, the blood had already soaked into the soil—and the vine reacted.
The Heaven-and-Earth Refining Vine shuddered violently, its entire body flaring with chaotic light. The roots writhed, veins of luminescence spreading like cracks across its surface.
In an instant, the entire vine crumbled to ash, scattering into nothingness.
Only a single seed, black-gold and faintly pulsing, remained behind.
The seed fell onto the bloodstained earth.
For one silent heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then—it moved.
It pulsed once, drawing in the blood like a starving beast. The scattered crimson mist dissolved into streams of light that wrapped around the seed. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, the seed shot forward, piercing straight into Yang Yin Long's forehead.
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The world disappeared.
An explosion of light and knowledge erupted in his mind—countless images flashing faster than thought:
A cosmic vine stretching through broken heavens, devouring stars and rivers of qi. Its roots pierced realms, its leaves shrouded universes. Upon it hung infinite gourds—each one glowing with divine law.
He saw gods kneel before it.
He saw demons flee its shadow.
And he understood.
"Heaven-and-Earth Refining Vine…"
The words echoed through his consciousness like a whisper of the ancient Dao.
A fragment of the a promdial divine Vine, born in the Primordial Era.
It refines all under heaven and devours all beneath earth.
From destruction, it births creation—each Gourd Fruit a vessel of divine transformation.
He gasped, steadying himself as the flood of knowledge receded.
The vine that had merged with his bloodline wasn't merely a spiritual plant—it was a living artifact, once part of a treasure capable of refining all existence.
Now, that fragment lived within him.
Yet it was incomplete.
He could feel its faint voice, whispering within his consciousness: it needed fate energy—the essence of destiny—to awaken again. Qi alone could not feed it. Only with fate qi could its power be rekindled.
"Fate qi…" Yang Yin Long murmured. "So, the heavens demand a price even for miracles."
The realization settled in his bones like cold fire. The vine had given him three divine Gourd Fruits, but it would sleep until destiny itself stirred around him.
To awaken it again, he would have to build something worthy of fate—perhaps a sect, a legacy… or a family.
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The gourds glowed faintly at his side, their light resonating with the new seed in his soul.
Knowledge flowed from them in return, their nature unfolding before his inner sight.
1. Mutated Monarch Body Transformation Sovereign Gourd Fruit
—Slaughter Sword Mountain Spiritual Body + Thunderstorm Sword Wolf Bloodline
Grade: 7th Order Sovereign
Type: Spiritual Body (7th), Bloodline (6th)
Elements: Sword–Metal, Slaughter–Blood, Earth–Mountain, Wood, Thunder, Wind
Effect: Grants a Sovereign-grade spiritual body and a Beast Emperor bloodline, enhancing cultivation speed and comprehension of the connected Daos.
2. Mutated Monarch Body Transformation Emperor Gourd Fruit
—Thunderstorm Sword Wolf Bloodline
Grade: 6th Order Emperor
Type: Bloodline
Elements: Sword–Metal, Thunder, Wind
Effect: Transforms a wolf-type demon beast of at least Commander rank into a Beast Emperor lineage bearer.
3. Mutated Monarch Body Transformation Emperor Inheritance Gourd Fruit
—Flaming Thunderstorm Sword Emperor Body + Thunderstorm Sword Wolf Emperor Bloodline
Grade: 6th Order Emperor
Type: Spiritual Body + Bloodline
Elements: Thunder, Wind, Fire, Sword–Metal
Effect: Grants both spiritual body and bloodline to an unborn child.
Restriction: Can only be consumed by a pregnant mother within ninety days of conception.
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Yang Yin Long stared at them in silence, awe and uncertainty warring within him.
The first could elevate him to a realm where few mortals ever reached. The second could create a beast companion beyond measure. The third… was an inheritance of the heavens themselves.
But all of them carried danger.
"If word spreads I possess even one…" he muttered, "I'll be hunted before I can even cultivate further."
He clenched his fist. The temptation to consume the Sovereign Gourd Fruit right now was unbearable—its aura called to him like thunder to a storm.
Yet reason held.
Sudden leaps in cultivation drew attention. Sudden divine bodies drew suspicion. He could hide advancement in realm, but not the awakening of a spiritual body that radiated Sovereign law.
"Not now," he decided. "Until I can conceal my strength, I'll wait. Cultivation is a race only fools sprint through."
He stored the gourds carefully, sealing them in a layered talisman array. The divine seed within his forehead pulsed once, acknowledging the choice.
"Then it's settled," he said softly. "Opportunity accepted… but not yet used."
He took out the teleportation talisman female nascent soul true lord had left for him. Its inscriptions shimmered faintly.
A small smile crossed his lips.
"Time to return."
The talisman shattered between his fingers, and in a flare of light, the abyss vanished.
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The Monarch Fall Market City glowed beneath the dawn sun.
Inside her secluded cultivation mansion, True Lord Su Tian Feng sat cross-legged upon a jade dais, her expression distant and unreadable.
For the first time in centuries, she felt… embarrassed.
Her mind replayed flashes of the night before—commands barked in desperation, the loss of control, the young cultivator's calm obedience amid chaos.
Her cheeks flushed.
"That reckless boy…" she muttered. "I should have ended him."
But she hadn't.
Even now, she couldn't bring herself to.
He had not taken advantage, nor defied her; he had simply done what was needed, and fate had chosen him as the vessel for her salvation.
She sighed, covering her face with one hand.
"If he reaches Foundation Establishment," she murmured, "I'll claim him as a disciple. That will erase… complications."
At least he won't be able to reveal it to others
Her tone faltered, betraying the faintest trace of uncertainty.
But then, her eyes sharpened.
"Wait… he carried a sect token. Monarch Spirit Sect—outer disciple rank."
Her mind turned. Could such a low-level cultivator truly have risen to the ninth layer of Qi Condensation so young?
Before she could dwell on it further, the air shifted.
Above the city, dark clouds began to gather. A faint vibration filled the air—Monarch Tribulation Qi.
Her eyes widened.
"Already?"
The realization struck like lightning. Her cultivation technique was complete, but her Dao heart was not yet ready. If the tribulation descended here, she could destroy the entire city.
She drew a deep breath and activated her jade communication slip.
"To the Monarch Spirit Sect: I am entering seclusion. Send another True Lord to oversee the market city. The tribulation draws near."
The slip pulsed in response, message received.
As the last echoes of thunder faded into silence, she whispered to herself,
"… I wonder if you'll survive long enough to call upon that token."after all she couldn't easily forget the men who took her first time, and if he died to early, it might become a stain on her name.
Even if only she knew about it, it would still leave a bad taste in her mouth. considering that he saved her life at that movement and even help her use his true yang to help her in completely refining the remaining medicinal energy helping her truly completing her cultivation technique and having a chance to enter the gates of monarch realm, giving her a chance to ascend to the throne of 5 order low grade monarch realm spirit king/true king
To be called as a true monarch or as true king
Is much better than being a true lord.
And because of that guy she even had a chance to improve on the foundation before breaking through king realm, increaseing her chances for future advancement to mid monarch emperor or even high monarch
Considering all this the least she could do was make sure if he contacted her , she would help if him reach core formation or even nascent soul though she felt his 9 grade spiritual root might be a problem.
With that, her form dissolved into violet light—vanishing toward the sect's sacred mountains.
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End of Chapter 7.
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