Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 422: Unfinished Karma

The Ten Thousand Nether Veins pulsed in unison—then began to dissolve.

At first, it was subtle—like mist unraveling at sunrise—but then, one by one, the veins fractured, fragmenting into countless glimmering runes. These were not mere remnants of a technique. Each rune was a pure manifestation of law—etched from the convergence of Yin, Nether, Spirit, death...

They floated upward from the river's depths, rising through the frozen crust of the planet like ancient spirits breaking free of time. The river, now thick with raw Nether essence, churned with sacred rhythm, its currents bearing the flickering runes as offerings to the heavens above.

And the heavens responded.

From above, the fabric of Liang's miniature universe began to shimmer, stirred by the tide of transformation. The runes gathered in the sky like a spiral galaxy of symbols—each glowing with truth, each singing a note in the symphony of death, rebirth, and divine order.

Then—one by one—they began to connect.

Thin strands of spiritual energy snapped between runes, binding them together. Lines became threads, threads became links. Chains of law, forged from runes, took form—ten thousand glowing chains extending outward in all directions.

They wove themselves across the skies like a net of starlight, spreading far beyond the planet, past the icy solar system, and into the vast reaches of the universe. They threaded through the void, wrapped around galaxies, pierced the hearts of dying stars, and laced through the ether of existence.

These were no longer spectral veins.

They were now Chains of Universal Law—each a conduit of the Netherworld's will.

As they spread, they began to interact with the existing laws of the First Heaven—gravity, time, space, causality—twisting around them, layering over them, harmonizing without erasing.

Where the First Heaven gave form, the Second gave meaning.

Then it happened.

From the furthest reaches of the stars, across nebulae veiled in silence, a vision rippled through the cosmos. A vast, illusory river—boundless, spectral, and coiled with ghostly brilliance—suddenly emerged.

It wasn't the Yin River beneath the frozen world. No, this was something greater.

It spanned galaxies, arching from constellation to constellation, a celestial vein etched into the very heavens. Carved from starlight and will, it surged forward as if seeking the edge of existence itself. For a single breath, it was there—suspended across the miniature universe like a divine omen.

Then, just as swiftly, it vanished.

Gone, as though it had never existed.

The transformation stopped.

The flow of law settled. The chains of runes stilled in the firmament. The Yin River beneath the frozen planet quieted to a steady pulse.

No explosion of light, no sudden ascension. Only silence remained, punctuated by the faint echo of what could have been.

From his vantage point in the heart of the universe, Liang exhaled slowly, the glow in his eyes dimming just slightly. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

A sigh escaped his lips.

So close.

He had expected this. Prepared himself for the possibility that the Second Heaven's first stage—the full establishment of the Netherworld's circulatory law system—might fall just short. But even that knowledge couldn't prevent the quiet pang of disappointment.

Had the transformation completed, he knew… he would have instantly stepped into the Void Return Realm.

But something was still missing.

Kai.

A flicker of coldness entered his eyes.

His gaze sharpened. The disappointment vanished, replaced by a calculating chill.

Perhaps this was what the Second Heaven awaited.

Not the cultivation of Yin or the expansion of law.

Some things could not be resolved with time or power alone. Some ties had to be cut—with purpose, with clarity, with finality.

And Kai…

He was unfinished karma. A flaw in the weave.

Outside, Liang finally opened his eyes as the rune on his forehead slowly faded away.

The Spirit Genesis Rune granted him an endless supply of spiritual qi, allowing him to cultivate anywhere that contained even the faintest trace of qi.

In the cultivation world, spirit veins are categorized by quality.

Within the lower domain, all veins are considered mundane and are divided into seven ranks. Rank one veins provide barely enough energy to support cultivators at the Spirit Awakening Realm, while rank seven veins can sustain those up to the Void Transformation Realm.

As for cultivators of the Void Return Realm and beyond—they rely on different, more profound methods to cultivate.

The Spirit Genesis Rune, however, drew qi directly from the heavens and the earth. For Liang, the quality of the vein—whether rank one or rank seven—made little difference.

Now fully sensing the power of his soul, Liang sank into deep thought. After a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.

His soul had clearly reached a level equivalent to the Void Transformation Realm.

"With this strength, I won't face any unexpected surprises when dealing with Kai later." A flicker of confidence lit up Liang's eyes.

He scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. Confirming there were no other presences nearby, he swiftly removed the formations and defensive arrays shielding his location.

His gaze then turned toward the deeper part of the inner region—until it fell upon an invisible wall.

"What is this place?" he murmured, brows furrowing.

Every time Liang arrived at the Heaven Fortune Domain, an inexplicable urge would stir within him—a pull, as though something unseen was beckoning him toward that enigmatic place. A hidden mystery seemed to slumber there, silently calling out to the depths of his soul. Yet, despite the gnawing curiosity, his cautious nature prevailed. He was not one to throw himself into the unknown without preparation or understanding. To venture into such a place blindly would be sheer folly.

No matter how he tried, he could not pierce the veil that shrouded it. Neither his Universe-Piercing Eyes—renowned for revealing truths hidden even in the folds of space—nor his unique Universe Sense, which could grasp the unseen threads of existence, could breach the barrier that surrounded it.

To him, this place was unquestionably beyond his current means. Recklessness was not bravery, and Liang was not one to gamble with his life needlessly. At the very least, he needed to reach the Void Return Realm. Only then would he consider stepping closer to that veiled mystery—and even then, only after thorough preparation.

After a moment of silent contemplation, he shook his head. This is not the time to unravel this mystery.

Giving the area one last glance, he stepped into the void and vanished.

It was time to prepare for the wedding ceremony.