Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Chapter 368 Refining SpaceShen Wen smiled, reached out to rub her head, and said softly, ”Get up, I have something for you.”

Zi Yan looked up, her purple-gold eyes filled with confusion: ”What is it?”

Shen Wen didn’t answer, instead taking two orbs of light from his storage ring.

One orb was purple-gold, with the faint sound of dragon roars echoing within the swirling light, radiating an ancient and majestic aura.

That was the Heavenly Dragon Origin.

The other orb was crimson-gold, its light intense and domineering, as if an Ancient True Dragon were slumbering inside.

That was the Origin of the True Dragon Body, which complemented the Dragon Phoenix Bloodline.

Zi Yan’s pupils contracted slightly.

She stared at the two orbs of light, sensing the power contained within, and her throat bobbed.

”Brother Shen Wen, this is...”

”For you.” Shen Wen handed the two orbs of light to her, ”Refine them, and your Dragon Phoenix body can reach another level.”

Zi Yan opened her mouth to say something, but found her throat felt blocked.

She took the two orbs of light and looked down at them, light swirling in her purple-gold eyes.

After a moment, she looked up at Shen Wen, her eyes slightly red.

”Brother Shen Wen, you’re too good to me...”

Shen Wen reached out and rubbed her head: ”Silly girl, you’re my wife. If I’m not good to you, who should I be good to?”

Zi Yan threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face in his chest, saying no more.

Shen Wen held her, gently patting her back.

Zi Yan wasn’t in a hurry to refine those two items.

She was now the Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon, and the clan’s affairs were numerous and complex, not something that could be handled overnight.

Dragon Island had been split for thousands of years, with the four Dragon Islands acting independently. Authority was chaotic, resource distribution was uneven, and rules and systems had long since collapsed into a mess.

Although Zhu Kun had returned forcefully and suppressed the rebellious Dragon Kings with thunderous methods, rebuilding order was not something that could be solved by fists alone.

Zi Yan got up before dawn every day to review files, summon Elders, organize duties, and redistribute resources.

Zhu Kun stood behind her, occasionally offering advice, but mostly just silently watching his daughter’s busy back, his golden eyes filled with complexity.

After staying on Ancient Dragon Island for several days, Shen Wen decided to leave.

Zi Yan saw him off at the island’s entrance, her purple-gold dress fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

”Brother Shen Wen, you’re leaving so soon?” She held his hand, her purple-gold eyes filled with reluctance.

Shen Wen reached out and rubbed her head: ”You have a lot to do here, and I can’t help much by staying. When you’re finished, come find me in Pill City.”

Zi Yan pursed her lips and nodded.

She stood on her tiptoes, gave him a light kiss on the cheek, then stepped back with a smile blooming on her face.

”Then I’ll finish as quickly as possible.”

Shen Wen smiled and stepped into a spatial crack.

The figure in black robes disappeared into the Void Realm. Zi Yan stood there, watching the crack slowly close before withdrawing her gaze.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the Council Hall.

Her purple-gold hem fluttered in the morning breeze, and the majesty of the Dragon Emperor returned to her face.

...

Stepping through that hidden crack in the Tianmu Mountain Range, Shen Wen once again arrived in that independent space.

Compared to last time, the changes here were even more apparent.

The silver moon in the sky had dimmed significantly, and the light it shed was no longer cold but carried a hint of dusk-like yellow.

The mountains were still continuous and the rivers still crisscrossed, but the dense energy in the air had thinned considerably.

The Demonic Beasts living in this space also seemed to sense something, becoming anxious and restless.

Shen Wen stood in the air, his gaze sweeping across this vast land.

Those two Dou Saint corpses were still in the center of the valley, the Void Ancient Dragon and Ancient Heavenly Phoenix entwined together, maintaining their posture of mutual destruction.

The blood lake beneath the corpses had dried up, leaving only a deep pit.

The dragon phoenix origin fruit had been refined by Zi Yan, but these two Dou Saint corpses themselves were extremely precious treasures.

Dou Saint-level Dragon and Phoenix remains would be enough to drive countless Alchemists and Artifact Refiners crazy if taken to the outside world.

Shen Wen withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

The power of the space ancestral talisman surged from his body, silver-gray light spreading out like a tide, penetrating every corner of this world.

The Gu Treasure Art operated simultaneously, his Soul power and Space Power intertwining to form countless tiny tentacles that reached deep into the Foundation of this space.

He sensed it.

The core of this space was deep beneath those two corpses.

Shen Wen’s figure flickered, landing in that deep pit.

He raised his hand, and silver-gray light surged from his palm, peeling away the surrounding soil and rock layer by layer.

The further down he went, the denser the Space Power became.

That energy was no longer wandering or scattered, but pulsed with an extremely regular rhythm, expanding and contracting like a breath.

This was the pulsation of the Space Core.

Shen Wen followed that pulse deeper. After an unknown amount of time, the soil and rock finally gave way, revealing a hollow underground space.

The space wasn’t large, about ten feet in diameter.

The surrounding rock walls were covered with dense spatial runes. These runes were layered and interconnected, forming an extremely complex Formation.

In the center of the Formation floated a fist-sized crystal core.

The crystal core was silver-gray and semi-transparent, with countless tiny points of light flowing inside like a miniature galaxy.

The Space Core.

The reason this independent space could exist for thousands of years without being destroyed was because of this thing.

Shen Wen walked up to the crystal core and raised his hand, placing his palm on its surface.

A cool sensation traveled from his palm, and that rhythmic pulsing power produced a subtle resonance with the space ancestral talisman in his body.

He closed his eyes and sent his Soul power into the crystal core.

In the next moment, the scenery of the entire world unfolded in his mind.

Mountains, rivers, forests, Demonic Beasts—every corner and every life was clearly visible.

Those Demonic Beasts that were previously restless now seemed to sense something and looked up toward the sky in unison.

Shen Wen opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.

He looked down at the silver-gray crystal core in his palm, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Next was refining.

He sat cross-legged, holding the crystal core in his palm, and activated the power of the space ancestral talisman in his body to its full extent.

Silver-gray light surged from his palm, completely enveloping the crystal core.

The spatial runes originally inscribed on the crystal core began to light up one by one and then extinguish one by one, being re-inscribed and replaced by his power.

This process was very slow.

The Space Core was the Foundation of an independent space; refining it was equivalent to bringing the entire world under his control.

This required a very deep understanding of Space Power and profound attainment in Formations; neither could be lacking.

But Shen Wen had the space ancestral talisman, the Gu Treasure Art, and the exquisite discussions on spatial Formations from the Detailed Explanation of Shangqing Formations.

The combination of the three made his refining speed astonishingly fast.

The rune replacements that would have originally taken months or even years flowed as smoothly as water in his hands.

One day, two days, three days.

Shen Wen sat cross-legged in that underground space, motionless.

Silver-gray light flowed around him, reflecting the crystal core in his palm.

The pulse of the entire world was gradually merging with his power.

The seventh day.

The last rune lit up and then extinguished.

The imprints in the crystal core that originally belonged to the creator of this space were completely erased and replaced by Shen Wen’s Soul imprint.

He opened his eyes.

The entire world unfolded clearly in his mind, more detailed and vivid than before.

He could sense the height of every mountain peak, the flow of every river, and the location of every Demonic Beast.

He could even sense their emotions.

Those Demonic Beasts were now kneeling on the ground, bowing toward the sky.

They sensed that this world had a new master.

Shen Wen stood up, looked down at the now-dimmed crystal core in his palm, and nodded slightly.

It was done.

He raised his hand, and with a thought.

In the distant valley, the two entwined Dou Saint corpses were lifted by an invisible force and slowly rose into the air.

Shen Wen put them into his storage ring.

These two sets of remains would be useful to keep.

He took one more look at this world, confirmed everything was stable, and then turned to leave.

The spatial crack slowly closed behind him.

...

When Shen Wen stepped out of the spatial crack, the Flower Hall of the Shen Residence was lively.

Cao Ying leaned against a soft couch with her slightly bulging stomach, holding a ledger and flipping through it slowly.

Xiao Yi Xian sat beside her, peeling an orange and handing it to her slice by slice.

Tang Huo’er and Dan Chen were arguing about something, each with a ball of flame in front of them—one purple-gold, one colorless—the firelight intertwining and clashing in the Flower Hall, neither giving an inch.

The moment they sensed his aura, four gazes landed on Shen Wen simultaneously.

Cao Ying put down the ledger, the corners of her lips curling slightly: ”Oh, you’re back? I thought you’d need to stay a bit longer.”

Her tone carried a hint of playfulness and teasing.

Shen Wen sat down beside her, picked up a teacup, took a sip, and shook his head: ”There’s more to do next.”

Cao Ying arched an eyebrow: ”What is it?”

Shen Wen leaned against the back of the chair, his gaze sweeping over them as he recounted the reactions of the Emperor Clans after Zhu Kun’s return.

The Gu Clan, Hun Clan, Medicine Clan, Yan Clan... those colossal entities that lived in seclusion were all watching the movements of the Void Ancient Dragon.

And as Zhu Kun’s son-in-law, he was naturally among those being watched.

”On Hun Tiandi’s side, with my father-in-law watching him, he won’t dare to move against me.” Shen Wen put down the teacup, his voice calm, ”But given that guy’s nature, he won’t sit and wait for death. He will definitely speed up his actions.”

Cao Ying frowned slightly: ”You mean... the Emperor Clans?”

Shen Wen nodded.

For the Hun Clan to gather all the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, they must move against the Emperor Clans. The Ling Clan is already gone; who’s next?

He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.

But he had some friendship with the Medicine Clan and Yan Clan, and he couldn’t just watch them be swallowed by the Hun Clan without knowing.

”I’ve already sent messages to the Medicine Clan and Yan Clan,” Shen Wen said, ”telling them to beware of the Hun Clan.”

”As for whether they listen, that’s their business.”

Tang Huo’er retracted the flame in her palm, her brow furrowed: ”Does the Hun Clan really dare to move against the Emperor Clans?”

”Those are the Medicine Clan, Yan Clan... colossal entities with legacies spanning tens of thousands of years.”

Shen Wen glanced at her: ”The Ling Clan was also an Emperor Clan. With a Legacy of tens of thousands of years, where are they now?”

The Flower Hall fell silent for a moment.

Dan Chen withdrew her flame and leaned closer to Shen Wen, whispering: ”Brother Shen Wen, should we do something?”

Shen Wen shook his head: ”Now is not the time. If the Hun Clan wants to act, we can’t stop them.”

”What we can do is notify them in advance so they can be prepared.”

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of coldness: ”As for whether they believe it, that’s their business.”

”I’ve said what should be said, and I’ve done what should be done. If they are still taken by the Hun Clan, they can only blame themselves.”

Cao Ying nodded, saying nothing more.

She understood Shen Wen and knew he wasn’t the type to be a blindly kind person. Sending a notification was already out of consideration for past friendship.

Xiao Yi Xian handed the last orange slice to Cao Ying, wiped her hands, and asked softly: ”Then what do you plan to do next?”