Deep within the Heavenly Abyss Ruins, fierce winds roared like raging tides, and Void Realm fragments shattered under their tearing.

Yet, amidst this chaotic scene, Lu Qingyang walked leisurely, stepping on the remnants of the Chaos Green Lotus petals, moving against the current.

His figure, indistinct within the star net woven from the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus, seemed to merge with the very fabric of this world.

In the distance, on a suspended meteorite floating island, the Witch Race's Astrologer was using his own blood as ink to draw mysterious star orbits on a star map.

The moment his brush touched the dark currents of the Abyss Ruins, seventy-two Netherworld Lamps suddenly ignited without warning, their eerie light illuminating the entire floating island.

Just then, a shout came: "Daoist Lu has arrived just in time!"

It was Gongshuye, the Yao Race's Artifact Refining Grandmaster, who was swinging a gilded hammer, fiercely binding the out-of-control World Suppressing Cauldron with chains forged from lava.

The cauldron shook violently, and Primordial Xuanhuang Qi continuously erupted from its eyes, as if it could explode at any moment.

"The cauldron's eyes have been gnawed by Soul-Devouring Insects for three hours; if we delay any longer…" Gongshuye's voice held a hint of anxiety.

However, before he could finish speaking, the Primordial Xuanhuang Qi erupting from the cauldron suddenly seemed to be enraged, transforming into a ferocious ghost face.

The Soul Devouring Sect Master's voice emanated from the ghost face, instantly shattering three floating islands.

"Grandmaster Gongshu's Nine Forging Hammers of Heaven seem rustier than they were back then," the Soul Devouring Sect Master's words were full of mockery.

Before he finished speaking, the ghost face opened its massive mouth, spitting out the heavily damaged Nascent Soul of the Spirit Clan High Priest!

Lu Qingyang, holding a copper coin sword, like an Immortal dancing with a sword, stirred up stardust, instantly forming a chessboard.

As he placed a piece on the central point, the Void Realm suddenly lit up, like a brilliant primeval star shard falling: "The chess piece the Sect Master sent, Mr. Lu accepts with pleasure."

The chess pieces, like agile little Dragons, transformed into a Dragon Trapping Formation, tightly locking the ghost face.

The moment the formation patterns touched the Nascent Soul, the Spirit Race's sacred spring, like a surging torrent, suddenly poured backward into the Heavenly Abyss.

Within the spring water, Leng Yuehan's figure, breaking a Restriction in the Cold Moon Forbidden Land, flickered in and out of view—her ice soul hairpin, like a sharp arrow, pierced the formation's core, which was actually a Demon Suppressing Stele forged by Gongshuye three hundred years ago.

"Brother Lu, be careful!" The Demon Race Formation Master, Ye Wusha, shouted, throwing the Eight Desolations Flag like a stone into a lake.

The moment the flag unfurled, nine hundred altars deep within the Abyss Ruins seemed to awaken from their slumber.

Each altar was tightly entangled by the Origin power of different races, like ferocious giant Dragons, and Soul-Devouring Insects shuttled and gnawed between the formation patterns.

"These altars are frantically devouring the Heavenly Abyss Spiritual Vein!" Su Meiniang's nine Fox tails tore through space like lightning, the golden bells at their tips emitting crisp sounds, shattering three altars.

"The debt Little Lord owes must be repaid with Soul-Devouring Insect eggs."

The Burning Sky Silk she flung out was like a burning fire Dragon, tightly wrapping around Gongshuye's gilded hammer.

Fox Fire, spreading along the hammer handle like a prairie fire, burned towards the World Suppressing Cauldron.

"Old man Gongshu, did you personally engrave the star pattern chain on the cauldron's ears?"

The Yao Race Grandmaster, enraged, roared like thunder, and his gilded hammer struck out a shower of sparks: "Nonsense! I engraved the taotie pattern…"

The moment the sparks touched the cauldron's ears, the Soul Devouring Sect Master's sinister laugh, like a demon's whisper, emanated from within the cauldron, and the star pattern chain suddenly became like a living thing, tightly wrapping around his arms.

Lu Qingyang's Nascent Soul shot out like a streak of light, and the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus, like coiling Dragons, deeply embedded themselves into the cracks of the cauldron's body.

"The Sect Master's trick of 'stealing the beam and replacing the pillar' truly has inherited Grandmaster Gongshu's teachings, even surpassing them!"

The Heavenly Dao Eye that opened in the lotus heart, like a brilliant sun, revealed the scene of three thousand Soul-Devouring Insects gnawing at the formation patterns inside the cauldron.

"It's just a pity that you miscalculated the Witch Race's star orbit map."

The Witch Race Astrologer suddenly spat out essence blood, and the blood beads in the Void Realm, like burning meteors, instantly condensed into a primeval star map.

The moment the star map merged with the Green Lotus Dao patterns, the seventy-two Netherworld Lamps, like a group of awakened giant Dragons, re-emitted dazzling light, and the wicks burned with Su Meiniang's Samsara Fire.

Under the firelight, the Soul-Devouring Insects, like molting cicada pupae, transformed into star marrow, which was then completely devoured by the Green Lotus roots like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

"What a 'Lotus Devouring All Laws'!" Ye Wusha's Eight Desolations Flag, like a giant wave caught by a strong wind, suddenly rolled back.

The formation patterns on the flag resonated with the star map, emitting rumbling sounds.

"Daoist Lu, do you know that these altars are key to connecting the Spiritual Veins of the Three Realms?"

Black blood oozing from the Demon Race Formation Master's fingertips, like ink, drew the prototype of an Immortal Refining Formation in the Void Realm.

The moment the formation diagram took shape, the nine hundred altars of the Heavenly Abyss Ruins, like a disturbed swarm of bees, trembled simultaneously.

The surging torrent of Spiritual Veins, like a breached dam, condensed into the Soul Devouring Sect Master's Dharma Body.

As the Dharma Body raised its hand, the Witch Race Astrologer's star orbit brush suddenly exploded like a detonated bomb, and the blood-ink from the brush tip transformed into chains, coiling around Lu Qingyang's Nascent Soul like venomous snakes.

"Does the Sect Master think that a Spiritual Vein Incarnation can firmly suppress the Heavenly Abyss?"

Lu Qingyang suddenly crushed a bronze token, and the token fragments in the Void Realm, like tiny stars, condensed into the afterimage of the Ferrying Calamity Boat.

The moment the boat's body touched the Spiritual Vein torrent, Gongshuye's gilded hammer, like a long-imprisoned beast, suddenly broke free.

The hammer's shadow, like Mount Tai crushing an egg, heavily struck the Dharma Body's glabella: "I hate it when people imitate my taotie pattern!"

The Yao Race Grandmaster's furious strike actually shattered the Dharma Body.

Su Meiniang seized the opportunity to fling out the Burning Sky Silk, and Fox Fire drilled into the Dharma Body through the cracks: "Little Lord, it's time to collect interest!"

Lu Qingyang's Nascent Soul suddenly expanded, and the Chaos Green Lotus bloomed with three thousand lotus petals.

Each petal was imprinted with the secret patterns of different races, and the speed of devouring Spiritual Veins suddenly accelerated.

The Soul Devouring Sect Master's Dharma Body suddenly made a hand Seal, and treasures from various races flew out from the nine hundred altars—the Witch Race's astrolabe, the Yao Race's Mountain Suppressing Seal, and the Demon Race's Blood Fiend Flag formed an Immortal Destroying Formation in the air.

"Brother Lu, take the sword!" Leng Yuehan's voice was like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, deafening.

A long sword formed by Ice Soul Sword Qi, like a meteor, pierced the Void Realm, directly striking a corner of the Immortal Destroying Formation.

The sword body flickered with cold light, reflecting the scene of the Cold Moon Forbidden Land: her true body, like an iceberg, used the ice soul hairpin as a guide, completely freezing the formation cores that the Soul Devouring Sect had arranged in the thirty-six cave heavens, as if to freeze the entire world.

Ye Wusha suddenly bit his tongue, and a mouthful of fresh blood shot towards the Eight Desolations Flag like an arrow.

Under the blood sacrifice, the Eight Desolations Flag was like a fierce giant beast, opening its gaping maw.

The flag unfurled, covering a thousand li of the Abyss Ruins, simultaneously enveloping the Immortal Destroying Formation and the nine hundred altars, like a net cast by Heaven and Earth.

The moment the Demon Race formation patterns collided with the Soul-Devouring Insect swarm, the flow of time in the Heavenly Abyss Ruins, as if kneaded by an invisible large hand, became chaotic.

"Fellow Daoist Ye's spatial-temporal Restriction has saved Mr. Lu three years of hard work."

Lu Qingyang suddenly threw out a Yin Yang Jade Pendant, and the pendant, like a mysterious treasure vase, emitted dazzling light, transforming into a cage that trapped the Dharma Body, leaving it nowhere to escape.

The Green Lotus roots, like agile snakes, drilled into the supreme treasures of various races along the spatial-temporal cracks, and the devouring speed, like a violent storm, increased tenfold, as if to devour everything.

"Has the Sect Master ever heard of 'making a cocoon for oneself'?"

The Soul Devouring Sect Master's Dharma Body suddenly self-destructed, and the violent torrent of Spiritual Veins, like a breached dam, tore a huge crack in the Heavenly Abyss Ruins.

Deep within the crack, the outline of the Immortal Realm flickered in and out of view, like a dreamlike wonderland.

At this very instant, Lu Qingyang's Nascent Soul returned to his main body like lightning, and the Chaos Green Lotus, like a peerless armor, retracted into bone armor, tightly encasing his body.

"Fairy Leng, Seal the Heavens!" Lu Qingyang's voice, like a grand bell, resonated throughout Heaven and Earth, carrying endless majesty.

Leng Yuehan of the Cold Moon Forbidden Land responded by crushing her ice soul hairpin, and the Xuanming Cold Qi sealed within the hairpin froze the spatial-temporal crack.

Su Meiniang's nine tails wrapped around Ye Wusha's Eight Desolations Flag, and Fox Fire forcibly unified the chaotic time flow, saying coquettishly: "Little Lord, it's time we properly settled the score between us!"

Gongshuye's gilded hammer suddenly let out a Dragon's roar, and the hammer's shadow condensed into a taotie maw, swallowing the nine hundred altars.

The Witch Race Astrologer used blood as a guide to redraw the star orbits, channeling the devoured Spiritual Veins into the Green Lotus roots, and said in a deep voice: "Lu Qingyang, if you can escape unscathed today, my Witch Race will surely remember your great kindness!"

The remnant Divine Thought of the Soul Devouring Sect Master roared in the Void Realm: "Lu Qingyang! You think this is…"

"Does the Sect Master know that your Clone's memories are more honest than your main body's?" Lu Qingyang suddenly threw out the core of the Ferrying Calamity Boat.

The boat's fragments reflected the scene of the Soul Devouring Sect's main altar—after the thirty-six cave heaven formation cores were frozen, the remaining Elders were being besieged by a coalition of various races.

The fierce winds of the Heavenly Abyss Ruins suddenly subsided, and the Chaos Green Lotus, having devoured the Spiritual Veins, bloomed with new buds.

Within the miniature Heavenly Abyss Ruins suspended in the lotus heart, three primeval star shards were vaguely visible, in the process of being nurtured.

Lu Qingyang stepped on the remnants of the Green Lotus petals, walking towards the depths of the Abyss Ruins, the gazes of the various race Cultivators behind him forming a net, filled with both awe and calculation.

"Lu Qingyang, where are you going?" a Cultivator asked loudly.

"To seek the secret of the primeval star shard," Lu Qingyang replied without looking back.

"primeval star shard? That's a legendary existence; do you really have confidence?" another Cultivator questioned.

"Confidence? When I, Lu Qingyang, do things, I never need confidence," Lu Qingyang's voice carried a hint of determination.

"Hmph, a naive youngster!" a Witch Race Elder snorted coldly.

"Lu Qingyang, if you can truly obtain the power of the primeval star shard, are you willing to share it with my Witch Race?" the Witch Race Astrologer shouted loudly.

"Share? The Witch Race's appetite is quite large," Lu Qingyang sneered, "Once I obtain the power of the primeval star shard, I will come back to settle accounts with your Witch Race!"

With that, Lu Qingyang's figure disappeared into the depths of the Abyss Ruins, leaving the various race Cultivators to discuss among themselves.

"It's time to meet the real chess players." He chuckled, caressing the newly grown lotus bud, and caught a glimpse of Ye Wusha wiping his blood-stained Formation Flag, Gongshuye's gilded hammer with a new Soul-Devouring pattern, and the Witch Race Astrologer's star orbit brush tip condensed with Ice Soul cold Qi.

And in the shadows where the Three Realms converged, a pair of hands, entwined with star patterns and Fox Fire, gently plucked the strings of fate of the Heavenly Abyss Ruins.