Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 311 - 291 Realm Name: Galaxy Realm

311 Chapter 291 Realm Name: Galaxy Realm

The galaxy is vast.

Stars twinkle.

In the boundless starry sky, a star emits a deep blue glow.

Above the star.

Skyscrapers stand tall, roads bustle with traffic. Iron birds scream across the sky, their speed rivaling that of Foundation Establishment and Spirit Void Practitioners.

In the jungle of steel.

An abandoned car factory lies empty, except for a behemoth in the center, resembling a prehistoric beast sprawled across the land.

This steel giant stands four meters tall, its body clad in thick alloy steel plates.

It's a heavily modified truck.

The truck's front is covered with alloy plates, the windshield omitted, with only inconspicuous cameras visible outside.

In front.

A three-meter-wide bulldozer blade.

Behind the truck's hood, an eight to nine-meter-long container.

Next to it, an ordinary person would seem minuscule, the shock incomparable.

A dark-skinned, robust young man circles the behemoth, tapping and knocking with focus and expertise. Occasionally, he slips into the spacious cabin, cluttered with food and supplies.

Eight screens hang in front.

Below them, precise instruments.

"Start."

The young man presses a button—

Boom boom boom!

The roar of the engine explodes, the cabin shakes violently, then stabilizes. The roar continues unabated, reverberating around the vacant factory.

The screens display a clear view of the heavens and earth, every direction visible.

The young man, eyes glued to the screens, occasionally maneuvers the complex machinery, excitement unmistakable on his face.

Suddenly.

The young man's brows furrow.

The screen shows a youth in coarse hemp clothes and shoes, long hair tied in an ancient style, unexpectedly at the factory gate beside the truck.

His delicate features fit the costume with no sense of discord.

Bai Han stops the test run, opens the top hatch of the container, pokes his head out to the hemp-clad youth looking around, and shouts, "Hey! This is private property, no trespassing. Dressed like that, did you get lost on your way to a cosplay event?"

With that.

Bai Han waves, "Enter the way you came. I'm doing a test run, don't get yourself hit."

The youth in hemp blinks.

A smile tugs at his lips.

As he's about to speak.

Suddenly!

Something changes in the sky.

Both the youth and Bai Han look up to see a cascade of fiery meteors descending out of nowhere. So fast, breaking the sound barrier, leaving no time to react.

A sky of meteors.

Engulfing the heavens.

Bai Han's eyes widen, his face a mix of terror and intense excitement, staring at the sky, he can't help but exclaim, "The apocalypse! The apocalypse has truly arrived!"

The smile on the hemp youth's face disappears.

Watching the sky, alarm bells ring in his heart.

Bai Han, electrified, leans out on the armored truck, freezes for a moment, until the heavenly fire slams into the earth.

Boom!

The ground trembles.

The sound of explosions is unrelenting, blasts echo in all directions.

Even.

Bai Han sees an airplane struck by a meteor, bursting into flames and plummeting from the sky.

The seventy-two-story 'Yuan Yi Building' explodes, Yuan Yi Era Square instantly becomes a fiery hell, pedestrians die or flee in terror.

And from the sky, a meteor heads straight for the car factory.

Bai Han's throat goes dry with fright, he yells to the hemp-clad youth, "Quick, come here! Quick!"

His shouting is drowned out by the roar.

The youth seems to hear and moves towards him, his speed astonishing Bai Han.

But.

From the factory gate to the cab of the truck is still a fair distance. The youth is fast, but the meteors from above are faster.

Bai Han watches—

Whoosh!

A meteor falls from afar, landing in the factory. From a distance, it looks like a shooting star, but up close, it's a massive meteor wrapped in flame, already shrunken from air friction.

Yet it still covers half the factory.

The youth in hemp is right there, no matter how fast or agile.

He cannot escape.

Bai Han sees.

The meteor descends, and the youth is instantly incinerated by the engulfing flames, disintegrating into ash, leaving not even a trace of bone.

"No!"

Bai Han's eyes split with fury.

A youth so delicate, at the prime of life, dying right before him, an unparalleled shock. It also brings Bai Han face to face with the absolute cruelty and terror of the apocalypse.

Still dazed, the next moment—

The falling meteor causes the ground to collapse, an endless barrage of booms.

Boom!

Bai Han is knocked into the cab, passing out, the window automatically shutting. Debris flies, banging against the truck's outer steel plates, leaving pits scorched black, even on the alloy steel.

Lucky for Bai Han, the material and thickness of the steel plate hold back the debris.

Otherwise.

He within would have been killed by the hail of stone shards.

Boom!

Boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The stars densely packed, striking the earth and the seas, this civilization thousands of years old faces a massive crisis. Following the meteor shower, three more months of storms sweep through.

The storm rages.

All technological civilization was destroyed, obliterated from Blue Star along with the achievements of three major technological leaps over the past 300 years.

Humanity.

From the age of technology, as if awakened from a dream overnight, we regressed thousands of years to the Iron Age.

The apocalypse.

Unheralded by countless prophecies, it arrived with a thunderous crash!

...

Sixteen years later.

"Back again."

Lu Qingfeng stepped out from the Void, his feet on the ruins of the earth.

Dressed in hemp clothing, wearing hemp shoes.

He was still but a youth.

Had Bai Han still been around to see the youth in hemp emerge abruptly from the Void, he would have jumped in shock regardless of his achievements, status as a ruler, or his exceptional combat power.

Because.

This young man in hemp was the very same youth who, sixteen years ago at the dawn of the apocalypse, was crushingly struck dead by a meteorite right before his eyes!

"The fifteenth cycle."

"The sixteenth cycle."

Lu Qingfeng stood on familiar ground, a hint of a bitter smile on his face. It was rare for him to smile bitterly, yet this time he truly couldn't help it.

In the game.

Sixteen years ago.

He had emerged from the Rebirth Pool, landing in an open car factory, thus officially beginning his fifteenth cycle.

It was the familiar start of grassroots development.

Seeing the familiar city, hearing the roar of heavy trucks, a sense of familiarity hit him.

But while he was still reminiscing.

The apocalypse descended.

He hadn't even warmed the 30,000 Experience Value reward for starting the fresh cycle when a meteorite struck, completely obliterating Lu Qingfeng who had yet to enhance his cultivation level.

Helpless.

He had no choice but to wait bitterly in the Rebirth Pool for sixteen years, to begin anew.

Now, it was already his sixteenth cycle.

"Metors ablaze."

Looking around, the car factory he once saw was gone, replaced by wounded earth covered with the traces of time. Flowers and grass stubbornly grew among the ruins.

Adorning the desolation.

Looking around.

The steel jungles and skyscrapers he once saw were nowhere to be found, turned into a lush, verdant real forest. Where Lu Qingfeng stood was a small dented grassland within the forest. In the low-lying areas, there was even clear stagnant water.

"The Galaxy Realm."

Lu Qingfeng picked a direction at random, walking through the forest. With a thought, a system prompt text flashed before his eyes—

[Realm Name: Galaxy Realm]

[Intro: In the vastness of the Primordial Great Heaven and Earth, with a single thought, countless worlds break apart, and with another thought, countless new worlds are born. The Galaxy Realm was born at the beginning of the Calamity, enduring countless ages before declining towards ruin.

The Heavenly Dao Sect Master's second disciple, the Jiuli Venerable, commanded the third-generation disciple, the Poison Dragon Venerable, to suppress the Yuan Hui of the Galaxy Realm. With great mana, he reversed the natural Heavenly Gang Qi, saving the Galaxy Realm from collapse and sparing billions of life spirits from the pain of life and death.

For dozens of Yuan Hui since, the Spiritual Energy of the Galaxy Realm ceased, and cultivation became a lost art. Upon the stars, ignorance still prevailed, dynasties vied for power, and technology rose. But sixteen years ago, a meteoric conflagration ravaged myriad stars of the Galaxy Realm. Civilization crumbled, and the Spiritual Tide erupted. The spirits and bloodlines of heaven and earth's living beings awakened, each with its own strange abilities known as superpowers. Plants, animals, birds, insects—all exhibited miraculous traits, becoming great enemies of humanity.

This is what people call the 'Spiritual Tide Eschatology.']

...

"Spiritual Tide Eschatology."

Lu Qingfeng walked through the forest, his Cultivation Technique circulating, his energy slowly rising. The forest was rich with Spiritual Energy, which he could feel even without having reached Foundation Establishment.

But.

"This Spiritual Energy—"

The Spiritual Energy in the air was different from the other realms in "Primordial" that Lu Qingfeng had experienced, as well as from the Three Mountains and Nine Waters in reality. It had a strong erosive property. Although Lu Qingfeng was not yet able to absorb and refine Spiritual Energy, it was quietly altering his body.

This transformation was extremely fierce and rapid.

Spiritual Energy was omnipresent across the heaven and earth.

Lu Qingfeng, in its midst, had no escape. Even the Supreme Level and Mysterious Level Cultivation Techniques couldn't contend, constrained by his cultivation level.

He could only passively be remolded.

However, this remolding merely made Lu Qingfeng's physical body more robust, making his cultivation of the "Twelve Heavenly Demon God Skill" more comfortable. In contrast, the "Luofu Sword Scripture," "Yellow Robe True Skill," and the "Five Thunder Heart Sutra" were subtly suppressed, their progress slow.

Lu Qingfeng pondered in his heart.

"From the system's introduction of the Galaxy Realm, it seems to follow the teachings of the Heavenly Daoist sect. In Primordial, there are Saints. After the Seventh Heaven and Earth Tribulation, the eighth Saint assumed his position. He is the Primordial Chaos Supreme Pangu, the Sect Hierarch Zhou Qing of Pangu's True Sect, renowned as the foremost of Pangu's Four Pure Ones, leaping forth from the Twelve Ancestor Witches."

"The Jiuli Venerable, the second disciple, is said to be a descendant of the Jiuli Clan, having achieved the Great Witch Undying Body and also possessing the Heavenly Daoist Great Method tradition. He is one of the Great Powers in the world, comparable to any of the twelve disciples of the Chan Sect. And he has deep ties with the Witch Clan. His command for the third-generation disciple, the Poison Dragon Venerable, to suppress the Galaxy Realm must have hidden machinations."

The Heavenly Daoist.

Now this is a protagonist from the Seventh Tribulation of Primordial, whose might and prestige even temporarily surpassed the Jie Sect, Chan Sect, and Human Sect, with no celestial, Buddha, demon, or anyone that could contend.

For some reason.

At some point.

As the Heavenly Daoist Sect Master secluded himself beyond the Primordial Chaos, the great powers of the sect retreated alongside, no longer as imposing as they once were.

Yet, standing within the Primordial, whether it was the Three Sects, Demon Sect, Witch Sect, or Buddhist Sect, none dared to underestimate them.

The Jiuli Venerable's personal arrangements likely held no small ambitions.

Lu Qingfeng felt the erosive Spiritual Energy from all directions and simply let down his defenses. The "Twelve Heavenly Demon God Skill" circulated, gathering the intent of All Heavens Demon Gods, and within a few breaths, the visualization of the Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong emerged effortlessly.

As easy as drinking water.

"This domain—"

Lu Qingfeng walked while cultivating, observing his surroundings. His Spirit Eye swept across—

Five Elements Yin Sha.

Xuan Shuang Yin Sha.

Peach Blossom Evil.

Heavenly Snake Yin Sha.

...

Earth Evil Yin Veins were visible everywhere, a pleasant surprise for Lu Qingfeng who had spent three thousand years searching the vast reaches of the Black Star Realm in a previous life, yet feeling poignantly contemplative.

Unattainable in the fourteenth cycle.

Everywhere to be seen in the sixteenth.

The turn of fate truly inexpressible.

He looked up to the skies.

His Dao ability was insufficient to discern the presence of Heavenly Gang Qi. Yet, as the way of heaven and earth balances, with an abundance of Earth Evil Yin Veins, there likely was no shortage of Heavenly Gang Qi.

"This cycle, no obstacles to reaching the Gathering Law Realm."

Lu Qingfeng felt a pang of great anticipation well up within him.