SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever Chapter 195: Evolved

[Ding! You have acquired Ni Lua’s Crystal of Enlightennt.]

The notification echoed calmly, almost indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with the life that had just been extinguished.

Once the crystal was in his possession, Wang Chen did not spare Rin another glance.

He already knew how that story would unfold.

Ni Lua might have fallen, but a man protected by Great Dao Foundation was not so easily erased from existence. Death was rarely the end for people like that. It was rely a turning point.

With that certainty, Wang Chen withdrew from the Garden of Eternity.

His consciousness surfaced back into the real world.

The Yun Family estate remained unchanged. The tea set was still on the table. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air. Outside the window, the breeze stirred the leaves of ancient spirit trees.

Everything looked exactly the sa.

If not for the vivid mories of twenty long years replaying in his mind—the birth of two brothers, their growth, blood, betrayal, death—it would have been impossible to tell that he had just watched two decades pass in another world.

Wang Chen inhaled slowly.

The breath entered deep into his lungs, then flowed out just as evenly.

The turbulence in his heart quieted at once. The faint sentintality that had tried to surface was extinguished without rcy. What remained was clarity.

Cold and sharp.

Without wasting another second, he crushed the Crystal of Enlightennt.

It did not shatter like glass. Instead, it dissolved into a stream of pale golden light that flowed into him, slipping past skin and bone, directly rging with his soul.

Warm.

Nourishing.

As if sunlight had entered a frozen ocean.

Then it began.

Thousands of realizations unfolded within his consciousness. Millions of concepts he had never even considered erged like stars igniting in a dark sky. Complex structures, layered patterns, interlocking spiritual geotries—each one perfectly structured, each one connected to sothing deeper.

Ni Lua’s comprehension.

His silent years of observation.

His mastery of concealnt.

His understanding of patterns hidden beneath reality.

All of it rged into Wang Chen.

Wang Chen’s pupils trembled slightly.

His grasp over the Dao of Formations surged forward like a dam collapsing under pressure.

Previously, he had completely mastered the Absolute Concealnt Formation, but that mastery had been narrow. Functional. Isolated. Like soone who knew how to swing a sword well but understood little about the deeper principles of Sword Dao.

Now, sothing fundantal shifted.

The fragnted understanding within him began to connect.

Lines ford networks.

Networks ford structures.

Structures revealed principles.

He was no longer soone who rely knew a powerful formation.

He understood why formations existed.

If before he could be considered a sword master who dabbled in formations, now he could be called a true Formation Grandmaster.

The world under his eyes transford.

He did not activate any technique.

He simply looked.

And saw.

Every atom in the surroundings seed etched with microscopic patterns—living formations regulating reality itself. Spiritual Qi did not flow randomly; it circulated along invisible arrays. The air did not rely move; it was guided by structural balance. Even gravity, temperature, and vitality appeared as layered constructs interwoven in perfect harmony.

For mortals, breathing was instinct.

For cultivators, circulation of Qi was second nature.

But now Wang Chen saw the formations behind those processes.

How lungs expanded and contracted according to rhythmic energy matrices.

How blood flowed in regulated spirals through channels shaped by natural arrays.

How cells divided according to microscopic formation patterns embedded within life itself.

Things too complex for conscious thought were quietly governed by formations at every level of existence.

The division of cells.

The beat of a heart.

The flicker of fla.

Formations were everywhere.

They were the scaffolding of reality.

Most beings moved through the world blind to this truth.

Only a true Formation Grandmaster could see the threads.

Wang Chen slowly raised his hand.

Spiritual Qi gathered unconsciously, responding not to brute force but to refined understanding. The patterns in the air shifted slightly, aligning with his thoughts without resistance.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

The Absolute Concealnt Formation within him pulsed once, its structure clearer than ever before. Its limitations, its blind spots, its optimization pathways—all laid bare.

Ni Lua had died.

But his Dao had not.

And now, that Dao belonged to Wang Chen.

In the quiet room of the Yun Family estate, nothing outwardly changed.

Yet under Wang Chen’s gaze, the world had beco transparent.

In just a few fleeting monts, Wang Chen had changed.

Not outwardly.

His posture remained the sa. His robes still hung loosely over his shoulders. The tea on the table had not even cooled.

Yet sothing within him had shifted so completely that even the air around him felt different—quieter, sharper, as if reality itself had adjusted its breathing in response.

The last strands of warmth from the Crystal of Enlightennt flowed through his soul. The torrent of insights began to slow, the blazing flood of comprehension settling into stable, crystallized understanding.

Just as the effects were about to fade entirely—

A system prompt flickered into view.

The text hovered before him, cold and precise.

Wang Chen’s brows twitched faintly.

Then the main window unfolded.

[Absolute Concealnt Formation – Final Evolution]

Grade: Ultimate

Type: Grand Formation (Concept-Class)

Description:

An evolved supre formation that removes all detectable traces of the user’s existence across past, present, and karmic projection. Within its domain, the user becos excluded from fate calculations, destiny threads, karmic chains, and causal tracking.

Warning:

Individuals who possessed prior confird awareness of the user’s existence retain mory, but cannot track or divine them through supernatural ans.]

He did not even finish reading before his gaze locked onto a single word.

Ultimate.

A faint trace of disappointnt surfaced in his heart.

At this stage, he had been secretly hoping for sothing absurd—sothing labeled Transcendental. Sothing that would make even Immortal Lords choke on their pride.

Ultimate, though powerful, still belonged to the known frawork.