This Divine Tomb's restriction field contains more than thirty-two thousand nodes, three of which are damaged. Although the remaining restrictions still form a domain, it's no longer complete—there are flaws.
With a flaw present, Ian Song now had a chance to break it open.
After painstakingly studying the restrictions left by the Star King for over a hundred years, Ian’s mastery of restriction-dao was already extremely high.
After a brief contemplation, more than thirty methods to break the restriction flashed through his mind.
In the end, he chose the slowest but safest method to break it.
The next moment, he flipped his hands and unleashed a series of restriction hand seals, turning into points of light that merged into the restriction field.
As those points of light fused in, a subtle change appeared at one spot in the domain formed by the thirty thousand restrictions, and a wisp of golden divine power floated out from there.
Right then, Ian activated the Primordial Chaos Body and soared upward, reaching out to grab that wisp of golden divine power.
"Pfft!"
His palm was instantly pierced through by that wisp of divine power, and a drop of fresh blood fell from midair...
"So strong!"
Even just a wisp of divine power was far tougher than an Ancestral Immortal—it pierced his palm with ease. Normally, not even an average Ancestral Immortal could break his body.
But in the next instant, he reached out again—this time, his hand was covered in Chaos Origin Force.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
That wisp of divine power seemed almost sentient, furiously clashing inside his palm against the thick layer of Chaos Origin Force, which was on the verge of collapsing.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Ian directly shifted the mass of Chaos Origin Force—and the divine power within—into the chaos vortex inside his body. Then he frantically activated the Primordial Chaos Body, trying to refine that wisp of divine power.
But that wisp of divine power acted like a Primordial Beast, rampaging wildly inside the chaos vortex.
"Wah, wah!"
The violent shockwave instantly made Ian spit out two mouthfuls of blood.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Little Tu asked with concern.
"Don't come over, I'm fine!"
Ian waved her off, gathering all the Chaos Origin Force in his body into the chaos vortex and spinning it furiously.
Maybe that wisp of divine power sensed its fate, because it started crashing around even more violently.
"So what if you're divine power? You're just a rootless floating weed—settle down for me!"
Ian shouted, increasing the speed of the chaos vortex's rotation.
"Wah, wah, wah!"
Instantly, Ian coughed up blood again.
However, under his fierce efforts, the golden strands of divine power grew weaker and weaker, until they finally stopped struggling—as if resigned to their fate.
But Ian didn’t relax just yet.
Who knew if that wisp of divine power was just playing dead, waiting for him to drop his guard and then deliver a fatal blow?
With a cold laugh, Ian’s hands moved rapidly, unleashing hundreds of restriction seals to lock down the 'playing dead' divine power, while the chaos vortex accelerated its refining.
Sensing the restrictions binding it, the divine power struggled again. Unfortunately, it had already missed its best chance—if it had kept resisting earlier, it might have escaped. Now, it was just meat on the chopping block, waiting to be cut apart.
One hour.
Two hours.
Five hours.
At last, the wisp of divine power couldn’t take it anymore and surrendered, allowing Ian to refine it.
Several more hours passed.
That wisp of divine power was finally refined into dozens of drops of golden liquid.
Each drop of golden liquid exuded a tempting fragrance, and every part of Ian’s body felt like a starving ghost that hadn’t eaten in ten thousand years—desperate to absorb those golden drops.
So, Ian tried guiding one drop of golden liquid to his right arm. As soon as he released its restraints, the Xuan Symbol in his arm suddenly unleashed a powerful suction, pulling the golden liquid inside.
Next, the Xuan Symbol in his right arm began to transform rapidly. It took two full hours to complete the transformation, after which a surge of pure power washed through his right arm from within the symbol.
Under the impact of this power, his right arm grew stronger every second.
When the strengthening was complete, Ian raised his right arm and punched out—"Puff!" The void was pierced with ease.
He was certain his right arm was now at least ten times stronger than his left.
"So strong!"
Ian quickly sent the golden liquid in the chaos vortex to every part of his body, where each Xuan Symbol absorbed it and then released energy to strengthen his flesh.
Feeling his body growing stronger and stronger, Ian couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan.
Finally, after every part of his body had been strengthened, Ian opened his eyes. He was certain: if he fought Brandon Longwind again right now, he would absolutely have the confidence to win.
At this moment, his strength had already surpassed that of an ordinary first-layer Ancestral Immortal.
He’d used up fifteen drops, with seventeen drops of golden liquid remaining.
After some thought, he guided another drop of golden liquid to his right arm. The Xuan Symbol absorbed it just as before, releasing power to strengthen the arm—but the effect was weaker this time, only doubling his physical strength.
Then he used fourteen more drops to strengthen the rest of his body.
In the end, only two drops of golden liquid remained.
Glancing at the restrictions outside the Divine Tomb, he could sense that there were at least ten more wisps of this kind of divine power inside. So, he sent the last two drops of golden liquid into his soul.
"Mm!"
As soon as the golden liquid entered his soul, it melted away, like soaking in a hot spring. Every pore of his soul opened up, absorbing the power released by the golden liquid—it felt like returning to the womb.
It took two full hours for his soul to completely fuse with the two drops of golden liquid.
Although his soul hadn’t undergone a third metamorphosis, it was now much stronger—especially his self-evolved soul body, Phantasm, which had become even more powerful.
Previously, Phantasm could only bewilder Profound Immortals, but now, it should be able to confuse ordinary Ancestral Immortals.
Once an Ancestral Immortal falls under his spell, their life and death would be entirely in his hands.
"Excellent!"
Ian was overjoyed, his gaze burning as he looked toward the restrictions outside the Divine Tomb.
"Again!"
With a low shout, Ian’s hands moved rapidly, sending points of light to merge into a certain spot within the field.
Then...
Another wisp of golden divine power drifted out.
With the experience from last time, he immediately grabbed it with a hand wrapped in chaos force and moved it into the chaos vortex.
This wisp of divine power also struggled violently, trying to break free and escape Ian’s body.
But Ian wouldn’t let that happen—he quickly cast restrictions to bind it, then had the chaos vortex refine it.
After more than ten hours, this wisp of divine power turned into thirty-two drops of golden liquid.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Ian noticed that after refining two wisps of divine power, his chaos vortex seemed to have undergone a special transformation, growing even stronger.
Sure enough, when Ian drew out a third wisp of divine power, the chaos vortex only took nine hours to refine it into golden liquid.