SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever Chapter 185: Great Dao Fortune

Absolute concealnt flickered around Wang Chen’s figure, layer upon layer of distortion sealing him away from the outside world. The air around him bent subtly, light refracting unnaturally before fading into stillness. Even his heartbeat seed muted, swallowed by the formation.

After yesterday’s incident, he was no longer willing to be careless.

Those terrifying gazes had not been imagination. They had brushed past him like cold blades drawn across his soul. Just a mont of attention—yet it had nearly frozen his blood.

The Seven Cloud Convergence World was not so forgotten backwater. It was being watched.

And not by ordinary immortals.

Under the protection of the formation, Wang Chen unfolded the jade slip and read the ingredients one by one, his eyes calm but sharp.

Starfire Heart Resin – Condensed sap from trees struck repeatedly by Heavenly Lightning.

He could almost picture the scene: towering ancient trees rooted in thunder plains, trunks charred black, yet refusing to die. Lightning descending again and again, tempering their sap until it crystallized into sothing half-destruction, half-vitality.

True Fla Sprite Lotus – A lotus that grows in volcanic dragon veins.

Dragon veins. ridians of the world itself. Places where fire was not rely heat, but lineage.

Primordial Scale Ash Powder – Remnants of a fallen dragon scale.

His gaze lingered for half a breath longer than necessary.

Heavens Tempered Core – Core from a peak beast under the Seven Tribulation Lightning.

Seven Tribulations. Even Nascent Soul cultivators would shudder hearing that phrase.

Sovereign Bloodroot – Rare root that amplifies bloodline traits.

Each ingredient was rare. Each carried ancient weight. But none of them were beyond his reach.

With Non-Existence Authority, he could take what did not exist. Steal from void. Borrow from nothingness itself.

If that were all, he would not be concerned.

But then—

His eyes settled on the final line.

Ancient Dragonbone Marrow Essence – Extracted from fossilized Primordial Dragon remains.

Silence descended inside the formation.

The temperature did not change, yet Wang Chen felt a faint chill crawl across his spine.

Ancient Dragonbone Marrow Essence.

The words themselves felt heavy. Old. As if they carried the weight of forgotten eras.

He hesitated.

Then, slowly, he spoke it aloud.

"Ancient Dragonbone Marrow Essence..."

The mont the final syllable left his lips—

Sothing shifted.

Not in space.

Not in the present.

But in ti.

It was subtle—so subtle that any other cultivator would have missed it entirely. A ripple across an unseen river. A faint tremor along an imasurable tiline.

Yet Wang Chen felt it clearly.

A presence.

So Vast, impossibly Ancient.

Unfathomable.

For a microsecond—no, less than that—he felt as if sothing had turned its gaze toward him.

Not from the sky.

Not from the Upper Realm.

But from the past.

Through the River of Ti itself.

His pupils constricted.

Chronoblade stirred faintly inside his spiritual space, reacting instinctively. His Nascent Soul tensed, Eternal Fla burning brighter without his command.

Wang Chen did not move.

He did not breathe.

He did not even allow his thoughts to fluctuate wildly.

If sothing truly ancient had noticed him, panic would only invite further scrutiny.

The sensation lingered—

Then vanished.

Like a dream dissolving at dawn.

The formation around him remained intact. The Yun Family estate outside was quiet. Spiritual Qi flowed as usual.

Yet Wang Chen’s expression had grown grave.

"This is not ordinary remains..."

Primordial Dragons were not re beasts. They were sovereigns of an era. Anchors of fate. Their bones were not just fossils—they were fragnts of history.

To extract their marrow was not just excavation.

It was intrusion.

Maybe it was because he was the Creature of Ti. Maybe it was because he wielded Chronoblade. Maybe it was sothing else entirely.

But Wang Chen was certain of one thing:

The mont he uttered that ingredient’s na—

Sothing he could not begin to comprehend had looked at him from the past.

And it had not looked kindly.

He slowly closed the jade slip.

Absolute concealnt intensified once more, sealing even the faintest fluctuation of aura.

"If this is the price for mimicking Origin Dragon blood..."

His eyes darkened.

"Then it won’t be simple."

But deep down, another realization surfaced.

Seven continents.

Seven dragons.

Upper Realm immortals repeatedly descending.

Dragon Race Inheritance about to awaken.

And now, ingredients that tugged at the River of Ti itself.

This was not coincidence.

This was convergence.

Wang Chen lifted his gaze slightly, staring at nothing—and everything.

"If you’re watching..."

His voice was calm, but carried a razor edge.

"Then keep watching."

Because if sothing from ancient history truly dared to observe him—

He would eventually reach the point where he could observe it back.

Wang Chen’s face was pale as paper.

The absurdity of the ingredients still echoed in his mind like distant thunder. Starfire resin. Dragon vein lotuses. Fossil marrow from Primordial Dragons. Any one of them would be enough to ignite wars across continents.

And yet—

That last ingredient had not felt fabricated.

At first, he had suspected Yang Li of setting him up. The man smiled too easily, spoke too carefully. There had been sothing faintly fishy about him, like a rchant weighing profit behind polite eyes.

But now?

Whatever Yang Li was planning, this recipe was real.

Too real.

No scamr would dare fabricate sothing that tugged at the River of Ti.

Wang Chen exhaled slowly and focused inward.

Deep within the vast expanse of his Qi Sea, beneath the blazing Eternal Fla Divine Core and the hovering Nascent Soul, a faint rune flickered.

The Rune of Nothingness.

Its surface, once brilliant and whole, now emitted only a dim glow. Roughly one-fourth of it was lit. The rest lay dormant, like a star that had exhausted most of its fuel.

He narrowed his eyes.

Repeated thefts from non-existence had taken their toll. Authority was not infinite. Even he had limits.

If he wanted to gather all those ingredients—especially sothing like Ancient Dragonbone Marrow Essence—he would need the Rune fully restored.

Otherwise, he would be gambling with powers far beyond his comprehension.

After a final glance at the rune, he withdrew his attention.