Chapter 489 - 260: Five Years

Inside the inheritance site of the God of Space, Astraeus.

The chamber stretched into an endless abyss where up and down ceased to exist.

Platforms of translucent, crystalline rock drifted in absolute stillness, anchored by colossal chains forged of ancient spatial glyphs that pulsed with silver-white brilliance.

Far below and infinitely above, swirling nebulas spun in quiet majesty, their cosmic tides weeping trails of pulverized starlight that illuminated the grand, silent vault.

Shen Haoran stood with his hands tucked loosely behind his back, draped in sweeping, midnight-black robes embroidered with nine-clawed golden dragons that seemed to slumber beneath the surface of the fabric.

His tall, imposing frame was as motionless as a primordial monolith, his chiseled face carved from primeval ice.

A few loose strands of his golden hair framing his golden eyes that burned with the terrifying, bottomless depth.

Even as he merely stood observing, the ambient spatial currents of the realm bent gently around his boots, instinctively acknowledging the apex predator in their presence.

Beside him floated Astraeus, the ancient God of Space.

The divine being was a magnificent silhouette sculpted from living cosmos.

His form now was semi-translucent, shifting between deep twilight violet and incandescent silver, adorned in flowing astral robes woven from raw gravitational folds.

Thirty paces before them, hovering cross-legged in the center of a colossal, rotating tetrahedral array, was Shen Xun’er.

The young maiden was breathtaking, yet terrifying.

Clad in gossamer robes of pale silver silk that drifted weightlessly around her slender frame, she looked like a celestial lotus blooming in the heart of a cosmic rift.

Her hair floated upward, and across her brow, an ancient, geometric silver glyph pulsed with a rhythmic, deafening heartbeat that rattled the spatial fabric.

Around her, the geometry of reality was actively warping: straight lines curved into spirals, flat planes folded into three-dimensional prisms, and micro-dimensional tears opened and closed across her skin like breathing gills, devouring the surrounding light only to exhale it as pure, crystalline qi.

"It’s been five years, she should be done fusing with the Formless Void Physique right about now," said Astraeus, his voice carrying the deep, echoing resonance of two colliding planets, as Haoran nodded beside him.

The young supreme did not shift his gaze from Xun’er, his golden eyes tracked the microscopic convergence of the spatial veins in her chest with clinical precision.

Five years inside this isolated divine sanctum was an agonizing, bone-tempering ordeal where every second threatened to dissolve her physical body into formless spatial particles.

But beneath his silent watch, she had endured every dimensional laceration without uttering a single whimper.

Astraeus turned his gaze toward the young man, a faint, rueful amusement appeared on his face.

"By the way, I’m really going to take her as my successor, you know. It’s not too late for you to take her place."

The god gestured toward the colossal astral throne carved into the distant void, an ancient seat of authority capable of granting absolute dominion over all distances, barriers, and dimensional thresholds across the three thousand worlds in a single, effortless breath.

"The throne of Space is one of the primordial pillars of existence," Astraeus offered, the temptation sweet enough to drive the highest patriarchs of the upper heavens to crawl on their knees. "Take it, and you transcend the mortal cycle today. You will become a true god of the cosmos before your peers have even cleared the Saintly tribulations."

This is indeed something no one would refuse, but Haoran shook his head, his tone flat, unbothered, and as unshakeable as the cosmic axis.

"I’m not interested in that. I can be an immortal or god on my own."

The words fell like iron anvils into the cosmic quiet.

There was no arrogance in his voice, no petty bravado or juvenile defiance. It was simply a self-evident truth carved into the marrow of his being.

His path was one of supremacy, of tearing the Dao apart with his bare hands and carving his own seat above the highest heavens.

To sit upon a borrowed throne, to inherit another entity’s pre-carved authority and accept the conceptual shackles of a deity’s mantle, was an insult to his blood.

Astraeus sighed but accepted it.

After all, a genius like Shen Haoran, why would he settle for something handed to him?

The ancient god had walked the primeval universe for millions of years; he had seen countless monstrous talents, scions, and reincarnated immortals.

Yet standing beside this black-robed youth, even an ancient deity who commanded space felt a cold, instinctual shudder deep within his divine core.

This boy was not a vessel meant to carry an old flame; he was a catastrophe that would one day burn the sky to ash and forge his own cosmos.

HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM—!

Suddenly, the silent void violently violently imploded.

The rotating tetrahedral array around Shen Xun’er locked into place with a sound like a shattering bell!

The microscopic tears dancing along her porcelain skin suddenly stopped flickering.

Deep within her lower dantian, a blinding, silver singularity detonated!

Her meridians, once formed of mortal flesh and blood, shattered and reconstructed in a fraction of a microsecond, transforming into translucent conduits of pure, hyper-compressed spatial law.

The boundless energy of the Formless Void Physique roared through her bone marrow, turning her physical body entirely intangible!

For a heartbeat, she completely ceased to exist on the physical plane.

The light passed straight through her torso, the air occupied the space where her lungs rested, and her presence vanished from the timeline.

Then—

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Reality violently snapped back!

Shen Xun’er opened her eyes, her irises were no longer purple, but twin pools of shifting, boundless silver galaxies, swirling with miniature spatial whirlpools that reflected the curvature of the universe.

CRACK-SHATTER!

From her back, six colossal, translucent wings of pure, folded space unfurled into the void, spanning fifty paces wide.

They were not woven of feathers or qi, but carved from the rsharp boundaries of stacked dimensions, slicing the surrounding space into millions of geometric facets with every gentle beat!

Then, a terrifying vortex of qi erupted from her, bowing the ancient crystalline chains of the chamber in unified reverence!

The Formless Void Physique had successfully fused with her!

And at that moment, throughout the entire Great Thousand Realms, countless sleeping Supremes once again awoke, sensing the birth of the divine physique.

Shen Xun’er slowly lowered her arms, her toes lightly brushing against the surface of a floating platform.

The six dimensional wings smoothly retracted into her shoulder blades, leaving behind a soft, radiant halo of silver mist that kissed her pale collarbones.

Her silver pupils had also once again returned to their former purple.

She turned her gaze toward Shen Haoran, the chilling, god-like detachment in her silver pupils melting instantly into a soft, breathtaking warmth.

"Young master..."

Haoran’s cold, sculpted expression softened by a fraction of a millimeter as a faint, approving smile touched the corners of his lips.

He stepped forward, resting a warm, heavy palm atop her head, his voice low and gentle.

"Well done, Xun’er. You’ve conquered the void."

Shen Xun’er leaned into his touch like a contented kitten, the terrifying aura of an awakened spatial calamity vanishing beneath his gentle pat.

Astraeus drifted forward, his face shifting into profound, solemn majesty.

"Shen Xun’er," the God of Space declared, his celestial voice vibrating through the very fabric of her newly forged soul. "You have survived the crushing tides of the void. You have integrated the physique perfect for my lineage, and your body is now worthy to touch the threshold of the throne. But a divine seat is not a gift; it is an eternal test."

Astraeus raised his right hand, spreading five translucent fingers toward her brow.

HUMMMMM—!

From the center of his starry palm, twelve glowing, silver-blue runic seals materialized.

They danced in a slow, celestial circle, each seal inscribed with the ancient, incomprehensible pictographs of the primordial cosmos, burning with the absolute mandates of the firmament.

"Behold the Twelve Divine Trials of the God of Space."

"You shall cross the River of Severed Dimensions. You shall bind the Chaos Spatial Serpent with your bare hands. You shall comprehend the folding of thirty-three layered heavens, endure the crushing weight of a collapsing void, and sever the spatial anchor of your own mortal karma! Complete these twelve trials, and my divine position shall be instantly passed to your soul. You shall ascend as the new god of space, and my throne shall be yours for eternity!"

Astraeus flicked his wrist.

The twelve divine seals descended like falling shooting stars, piercing directly through Shen Xun’er’s glabella, imprinting themselves as an intricate, silver constellation across her soul.

Shen Xun’er straightened her posture. Her eyes flared with a sharp resolve that mirrored her young master’s pride.

She bowed her head with precision.

"I accept the trials, Lord Astraeus. I will not fail the path."

Astraeus chuckled, the starry nebulas in his robes slowly dimming as he turned toward the distant edge of the void:

"The five years of this sanctuary’s alignment are complete, and the boundary has already weakened. Go, children of the mortal world... your stage awaits."

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Outside...

The howling blizzard tearing through the jagged crags of the mountains had not ceased for a single hour.

The bitter frost was thicker now, caking the ancient gate in massive, jagged sheets of blue ice.

The bruised indigo clouds swirled violently overhead, casting an ominous, suffocating gloom across the wind-scoured mountain basin.

In front of the gate, Bing Wuxian and the Mystic Water Sect stared intently at the Gate.

Three thousand elite female swordswomen stood in rigid, flawless combat formation across the frozen slate.

Clad in double-layered daoist robes of cerulean silk and frosted silver armor, their hands rested unmoving on the hilts of their rapiers.

Surrounding the perimeter, the twelve commanders of the Water Dragon Legion sat cross-legged upon elevated pillars of solid glacier ice, maintaining the colossal, sky-spanning Nine-Fold Glacial Array that locked down every escape route for a thousand miles.

At the center of this formation, standing on the edge of the shattered promontory barely thirty paces from the gate, was Bing Wuxian.

"Sect master, everything is ready. We now only await your command." An elder bowed behind her.

Bing Wuxian nodded, "On your position. Once the dimension opens, the scouts will immediately rush inside."

"Yes!"

Bing Wuxian stared at the gate, taking a deep breath.

It has been two years since they stayed here.

Seven hundred and thirty days of sleepless, freezing vigilance.

Seven hundred and thirty days of enduring the howling winds, of holding back the sniffing scouts of neighboring demonic sects, of refusing to step off this stone for even a single breath.

The grief, the dread, and the burning suspicion that had coiled around her heart like an iron serpent had not diminished; it had merely been tempered in the icy furnace of her soul, refined into a cold, lethal killing intent that waited for a single spark to detonate.

’Mother...father...sister Xie’er...please be alright.c

Suddenly, the roaring spatial rift violently convulsed.

The iridescent, chaotic membrane spanning the gate began to shudder in rhythmic, deafening waves.

The spatial tides that had kept the dimension sealed off from the mortal plane were rapidly thinning, unraveling into dancing ribbons of white and silver light that tore through the mountain storm!

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

Across the plateau, three thousand swords cleared their scabbards in synchronized, metallic thunder.

The twelve commanders on their ice pillars opened their frosty eyes, channeling their vast spiritual reserves into the grand array, causing towering walls of impenetrable celestial ice to erupt along the gorge, completely sealing the basin in an inescapable, frozen cage.

Bing Wuxian took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Her white moon-silk robes fluttered in the rising draft, the silver ribbons on her wrists glowing with blinding, absolute-zero radiance.

Her knuckles tightened around the hilt of her ice rapier, her pupils contracting into two razor-thin points of glacial fury.

Today, they will find out the truth about what happened.

Today, she would see whether this opening would yield the answers that fate owed her... or the severed heads of the butchers who had dared touch her family.

At that moment...

...The spatial membrane fractured with a deafening, crystalline CRACK, and through the thinning silver mist, the first silhouettes from the void began to emerge.