She closed her eyes as a light that's color was nearly impossible to describe surrounded her body, and the aura of ruin overtook hers. She seemed to be projecting a unique and grand law that clashed for life with the heavens.

Yan Zaizen quietly observed the woman with interest. Was this another ability of a Third Phase Heavenly Creation Expert? At that realm, it's reported that one devises a unique, original law derived from a conceptual idea. This can take many shapes and forms, but it truly could be described as taking the place of heaven.

The Sirius Path was driven by the Sirius Law and contained ferocity, power, and bloodl.u.s.t within. However, that came from a path, a true Fourth Phase achievement, an Original Path. At that point, you become the heaven, and others can cultivate your cultivation path!

Even with the True Origin of the Sirius Path with him, he felt somewhat awed by the sight before him. What was an Original Law? Did it mean to create your own heaven, governed by its own rules, by its own truths or something entirely different?

Regardless, antic.i.p.ation couldn't help but bubble within his heart, and he wished to one day grasp an Original Law that could cause even the heavens to bow its head in inferiority.

This was his first time truly witnessing an Original Law in action.

Before long, the light fully engulfed the woman's figure and dissipated. What was left was the figure, a complete and identical figure, to the handsome middle-aged man from before. Yan Zaizen felt even more awed as he couldn't tell if this man was the azure clothed woman or the man himself. If it weren't because of him personally witnessing the transition, he wouldn't have known the difference.

"Heaven Possession…" Yri quietly muttered to herself.

Heaven Possession was an ability where someone's will would be merged with another, replacing their consciousness with their own. It was called Heaven Possession because the Heaven's could do something similar, but only under extreme circ.u.mstances and only on mortals who had yet to cultivate. There have been records of young boys and girls becoming an envoy of heaven, sweeping away all that blaspheme its glory.

This was in her time, in her heaven.

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, there was something similar where a Heavenly G.o.d could enter the body of anyone who cultivates their specific law used to ascend to the Heavenly G.o.d Stage and claim their own heaven. It was this very reason that Heavenly G.o.d's force contained a foundation unsurpa.s.sable and prestige that could not be offended.

It wouldn't take long before the Heavenly G.o.d him descends to handle matters if need be, sweeping all ill-matters away. It was said that Heaven Possession was their primary way of communicating as they are, for whatever reason, unlikely to leave their main realm. Oftentimes, one would simply be before their envoy and not themselves and never even realize it.

"I am Ruin Emperor Ouroboros, Lord of the Ouroboros Empire within the Serpent Zone." The man's introduction was powerful and filled with an innate sense of prestige, leaving one feeling as if they must feel respect and reverence for him. Yan Zaizen, however, only calmly looked at him and Yri stared daggers filled with hatred without any disguise.

"Daoist Ascension," Yan Zaizen introduced himself in kind, using his Daoist t.i.tle. Amongst cultivators, especially innately powerful ones, it's unlikely that many words needed to be exchanged as intent is conveyed rather easily. Similar to earlier where they spoke very few words, this exchange was similar.

"For one thousand years, I can fulfill three requests." The Ruin Emperor of Ouroboros offered.

Yan Zaizen shook his head, "I have a deadline."

The Ruin Emperor frowned, "How long?"

"Eighty-odd years," Yan Zaizen calmly responded. There was no reason to keep this a secret.

"...Eighty…" The Ruin Emperor fell into deep contemplation, but his intelligence wasn't slight as he a.n.a.lyzed his surroundings and came up with a response. "Seventy years for one World-Grade Skys.h.i.+p and one request.."

The fact that Yan Zaizen was flying through the skies without a Skys.h.i.+p could mean it was destroyed or it simply wasn't capable of matching the task.

"..." Yan Zaizen furrowed his brows for the first time during their conversation. This deal truly was tempting. A World-Grade Skys.h.i.+p could easily pierce through the s.p.a.ce of all the zones and regions, allowing him to quickly scour the area for the compa.s.s.

However, the Fortune Cemetery was too large and mysterious. If something delayed him for a decade or so after, wouldn't he die from regret?

"One year," he counter-offered.

"..."

Yri, who was also an expert, understood the meaning and quick exchange of their conversation. One wanted the other for a task; the other had a deadline and couldn't relent too much time. However, with the bait of a skys.h.i.+p, Yan Zaizen seemed willing.

"Level of Comprehension in the Law of Rebirth and Heavenly Shrine?" The Ruin Emperor asked, not declining or accepting. It seemed his interest in Yan Zaizen's Law of Rebirth truly was the only reason he was here. The reason he asked was because of Yan Zaizen's cultivation base. A person could have multiple shrines of varying levels with their highest one reflecting their cultivation.

If Yan Zaizen's Law of Rebirth were at the First, Second, or Third Floor, he wouldn't be able to decisively tell unless they genuinely engaged in a life or death battle, not in a minor exchange where Yan Zaizen forced his Heavenly Remnant to fall into death by the laws of heaven itself. That wasn't that impressive.

After all, if a Heavenly Remnant contained an immense amount of power, what was the point in Heaven Possession and selecting an Envoy for those at his level? His remnant could barely exchange blows with a Third-Floor Heavenly Genesis expert let alone Yan Zaizen's Eighth-Floor Heavenly Essence fueled might.

"Peak-Sovereign, Eighth-Floor," Yan Zaizen sighed inwardly. His cultivation was odd because of the uniqueness of his heavenly shrine. It's not like he needed to lie, but he actually couldn't. He had one shrine, and it had eight levels.

"Peak?" The Ruin Emperor's eyebrows jumped slightly. This was capable of reaching the First Phase Heavenly Creation Realm - Minor Heaven. If Yan Zaizen actually produced a Minor Heaven of Rebirth, his strength would be top-tier of the highest cla.s.s of expert. He couldn't help but be surprised and once more give this man before him a deep look.

"Okay," he decided to agree. He didn't expect for Yan Zaizen to lie to him. Firstly, the truth would be revealed instantly. Secondly, it would be nearly suicidal to lie to someone like him.

This young man was outstanding and likely will reach incredible heights in the future. Even a single year was more than enough to accomplish his task at his cultivation. In fact, he could move up his plans.

Without any more nonsense, he dissipated like sandy flakes in the wind, revealing a beautiful, vixen-like woman who's breathing was somewhat labored and face slightly reddened accentuating her seductive appeal.

Turning to Yri and ignoring the sight of this woman, "Don't cause any trouble, otherwise, you can leave." He sternly warned before turning around and flew towards the myriad fleets of skys.h.i.+ps. Yri pouted her lips slightly but followed along without any voice of disagreements. It seemed she truly was intent on following Yan Zaizen obediently until he could take her in body and soul on the bed, as she wanted.

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On one of the skys.h.i.+ps, one of its leads surrounded by hundreds of others, stood a middle-aged man with a grand disposition and aura. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be focused on something. The others on and around the skys.h.i.+p only looked at the man, their eyes flas.h.i.+ng with reverence, respect, and for some, desire.

When he opened his eyes, a light of an indiscernible color emerged, and he smiled. This smile caused those secretly and openly looking at the man to still, lost in their own misty illusions. It was as if an Emperor of a nation smiled in your direction, causing one to feel faint and swell with hope and desire.

Only a single sentence resounded in this stilled atmosphere, "All-Immortal Dragon, your blood is mine."