The Void Heaven Palace Opens!

In the quiet room, Zhou Ding sat down cross-legged once again.

Several days have passed since he last came out of the country.

He originally planned to rest for a while before traveling around Tianxing City to find out about the changes in the situation of the Chaotic Star Sea over the years.

But during his seclusion, he suddenly had a new idea.

Regarding the improvement of the God-Slaying Thorn.

Once this thought arose, it was like a seed taking root in his heart, making it impossible for him to sit still. So he simply returned to his quiet room to meditate and contemplate again.

The God-Slaying Thorn is an extremely unique divine power of attacking with divine sense.

In the world of cultivation, common attack methods are nothing more than spiritual power spells, magic weapons and flying swords, while attacks based on divine sense are a very niche area.

This type of supernatural power directly condenses divine consciousness into invisible sharp spikes, bypassing the defenses of the physical body and magical treasures, and directly attacking the cultivator's soul.

If the opponent's spiritual strength is insufficient, and their soul is pierced through in one strike, at best their spiritual sense will be damaged and their cultivation level will drop, and at worst their soul will be scattered on the spot, and even their nascent soul will not have time to escape.

The strangeness and domineering nature of this are far beyond what ordinary supernatural powers can match.

However, attacks based on spiritual sense also have their limitations.

Firstly, such supernatural abilities are extremely rare, and there are very few methods circulating in the world. Cultivators who can master this technique are extremely rare.

Secondly, the power of a divine sense attack depends on the strength of the user's own divine sense. The stronger the divine sense, the sharper and more deadly the God-Slaying Thorn will be.

Thirdly, when launching a spiritual attack, it consumes a great deal of one's own spiritual energy and mental strength. If one is not careful, one's spiritual energy will be backfired. The dangers involved are not for outsiders to know.

When Zhou Ding first obtained the Divine Power of God-Slaying Thorn, he could only barely condense one or two God-Slaying Thorns in his mind.

Its power and range are still limited; at most, it can cause a momentary daze to cultivators of the same level, but it is far from enough to kill an enemy in one strike.

Therefore, for a long time, he only regarded this supernatural power as an auxiliary means to catch the opponent off guard at crucial moments.

This time, however, Zhou Ding decided to lock himself in a quiet room and thoroughly improve the God-Slaying Thorn.

His method is actually quite simple.

If one God-Slaying Thorn can only dazed the opponent for a moment, what if there are seven?

What if there are ten?

Is it to pierce through the opponent's soul directly, or to simultaneously condense seven God-Slaying Thorns in his mind and shoot them out at once, giving the opponent no chance to breathe?

This may sound like a stupid approach, but it's incredibly difficult to actually do.

Simultaneously condensing multiple God-Slaying Thorns requires extremely high precision in controlling one's divine sense.

Each God-Slaying Thorn must remain stable and solid; otherwise, its power will be dispersed, resulting in unintended consequences. The process is akin to simultaneously molding seven identical porcelain pieces; there can be no slight error in terms of force, angle, or the evenness of the divine sense infused.

Even with Zhou Ding's current spiritual strength, after countless failures and adjustments, and months of hard work, he was only barely able to store seven God-Slaying Thorns simultaneously without them interfering with each other.

When he confirmed in his sea of ​​consciousness that the seven God-Slaying Thorns had taken stable shape, Zhou Ding couldn't help but smile.

He could clearly feel that the divine power contained in each God-Slaying Thorn was extremely condensed, enough to cause the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator to tremble violently and temporarily lose the ability to fight.

When all seven are unleashed simultaneously, their power is not simply superimposed, but rather produces a strange synergistic effect, forming a destructive net that covers the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

He was confident that even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would suffer severe damage to his soul if struck by seven God-Slaying Thorns simultaneously, and would have to lie in bed for at least several years.

If the other party's spiritual consciousness is weak to begin with, they may even be completely destroyed on the spot.

This attack has become one of Zhou Ding's true trump cards.

He slowly opened his eyes, intending to try again to advance beyond the seven and condense an eighth God-Slaying Thorn. Just then, Zhou Ding's expression suddenly changed, and his brow twitched slightly.

He sensed something.

The feeling was extremely subtle, like something in a storage bag suddenly coming to life, radiating a restless agitation.

He hadn't felt this way in a very long time, so much so that he was momentarily stunned.

A moment later, a thought flashed through his mind, and his expression changed slightly.

Zhou Ding quickly reached out and brushed his hand across the storage bag. A flash of light appeared, and something materialized in his palm.

It was a silk handkerchief.

The handkerchief is about a foot square, with an ancient and simple color throughout. The edges are embroidered with simple cloud patterns, and the texture is very special. It doesn't feel like cloth, but more like a layer of extremely fine animal hide.

The surface of the handkerchief has a subtle, shimmering sheen, highlighting its exceptional material.

Although this handkerchief looks ordinary, Zhou Ding knows that it is a priceless treasure that is famous throughout the chaotic star sea and fought over by countless cultivators.

The Fragment of the Void Heaven.

At this moment, the silk handkerchief was radiating a dazzling golden light. The originally simple and dark handkerchief now seemed to be enveloped by a golden flame, the golden light so intense that it illuminated the entire quiet room in a golden hue. Zhou Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged as he focused his gaze on the handkerchief.

Within the golden light, the cloud patterns on the surface of the handkerchief seemed to come alive, moving and flowing as if they had a life of their own.

A moment later, the patterns began to converge and merge, as if something was breaking free from the inside of the handkerchief, gradually forming a clear pattern on the surface.

It was a sword-shaped pattern that shone with golden light, about an inch long, and its entire body was formed from pure golden light. It looked extremely sharp, as if it might leap out of the surface of the brocade at any moment.

Golden Sword!

Zhou Ding's pupils contracted slightly. His gaze was fixed on the golden sword, which, after taking shape, hovered on the surface of the brocade handkerchief, trembling slightly, as if confirming something.

Zhou Ding tried gently turning the handkerchief, his eyes fixed on the direction the golden sword was pointing. He turned it half a circle to the left, then one and a half circles to the right. The golden sword remained unchanged; no matter how he turned the handkerchief, the tip always pointed steadily in the same direction.

Northwest.

It was as if an invisible thread extended from within the brocade handkerchief, drawing Zhou Ding's gaze toward the distant northwest horizon.

Although separated by the cave's many stone walls and restrictions, he could still sense that somewhere extremely far away, where the golden sword pointed, something ancient was slowly awakening.

Zhou Ding's gaze lingered on the golden lightsaber for a long time before he slowly looked away. He took a deep breath, carefully put the handkerchief into his storage bag, and a glint of shrewdness appeared on his face.

Zhou Ding naturally knew what this meant.

The Void Heaven Palace is finally about to open.

In the cultivation world of the Chaotic Star Sea, the name "Void Heaven Palace" is one that even Nascent Soul stage monsters would go crazy for.

Legend has it that this is the remains of a cave dwelling left behind by a highly accomplished cultivator from ancient times, containing his life's savings and legacy.

Cultivation techniques and magical treasures, elixirs and opportunities—everything imaginable is available, and countless rare and precious items are enough to tempt any cultivator.

This Void Heaven Palace appears in the world approximately every three hundred years, and each appearance stirs up a bloody storm in the Chaotic Star Sea.

Various forces rushed in, some leaving with abundant spoils, while others perished. The entrance was elusive, and no one could ever predict where it would appear.

There is only one way to find the entrance to the Void Heaven Palace: possess the Void Heaven Fragment Map.

This fragment of the map is said to have been personally drawn by that ancient cultivator, and there are only a few fragments in the entire Chaotic Star Sea. The person who possesses the fragment of the map can sense the approximate location of the Void Heaven Palace by using the golden sword phenomenon on the fragment of the map when it is about to open, and find the passage to enter the Void Heaven Palace by following the guidance of the fragment of the map.

Without the incomplete map, even if a cultivator wanders around the Void Heaven Palace for ten years, it's like a blind man touching an elephant—they can't even find the palace gate.

Zhou Ding's gaze seemed to pierce through the stone walls of the quiet room, through the night sky of Tianxing City, and land on the distant northwestern horizon. The image of that golden lightsaber appeared in his eyes.

The golden lightsaber served as the clearest directional guide, telling him where to go. The crimson light that was said to appear at the edge of the fragmented map seemed to correspond to the distance to the Void Heaven Palace, or perhaps point to information about a key area within the palace…

However, he didn't see the crimson light; all he could see on the fragmented map was the clear image of a golden sword. But that golden sword alone was enough. Zhou Ding had been preparing for this day for so many years—collecting materials, improving his cultivation, refining magical artifacts, and cultivating supernatural abilities—since he was just an unknown cultivator. All his years of forbearance and accumulation, his confidence and assurance, were aimed at this Void Heaven Palace.

Now, it has finally arrived.

Zhou Ding slowly stood up, a smile appearing on his lips.

Void Heaven Palace, I've been waiting for you for a long time.