Chapter 253
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Chapter 253: Title
In the deepest reaches of existence lay a domain no mortal could fathom.
Only two entities dwelled here: the world consciousness, embodiment of the heavenly order, and… the deity. She stood as this realm’s sole divinity, equal in stature to the cosmic will itself, eternal as creation.
Clad in a flowing white robe whose wide sleeves cascaded like celestial rivers, the ethereally slender figure seemed draped in starlight itself. The pristine fabric shimmered with constellations, their luminous dance failing to claim even fleeting notice from the transcendent being.
Ten millennia past, this divinity had borne raven tresses cascading to her waist, her closed eyelids veiling obsidian depths. Through eons of unraveling cosmic laws and ascending through levels of power, her hair now pooled like liquid moonlight upon the ground – a silvery cascade glowing with sacred radiance from root to tip, too glorious for mortal gaze.
The deity’s brow quivered faintly, crystalline lashes trembling as if to part.
She awakened.
Eyes like captured dawnlight blazed forth, their golden brilliance containing all auroras since time’s first breath. Though her marble-carved features showed no emotion, that transcendent dispassion lasted mere heartbeats before confusion rippled through her luminous gaze. She surveyed the primordial expanse, gradually remembering her surroundings.
A slight tilt of her head revealed profound physical alterations.
She required a mirror.
Before the thought fully formed, an unadorned looking-glass materialized, faithfully reflecting her transformed visage. Midnight strands had become argent rivers, those starfire eyes now molten gold. Her features retained familiar contours yet transcended mortal beauty, skin luminous as moonfrost, every angle perfected by ineffable grace. Even her raiment had shifted in design.
The mirror showed a god.
This truth resonated through her being before conscious thought formed. Not the borrowed majesty of source power, but her true primordial aspect – the distant future-self glimpsed in time’s currents long ago.
"I remember."
As she whispered, divinity’s mantle dissolved like morning mist. Ebony hues reclaimed hair and irises while her garments flowed into modern attire – white shirt, black pants, cloth shoes. Were it not for the floor-length tresses, she might have been Ye Linlang at twenty summers.
"Tier thirteen’s zenith… Thirteen thousand years? No, three millennia…"
Her murmur hung in the void as she suddenly lifted her chin. "Heavenly Path, reveal yourself."
Silence answered.
"I seek answers."
【What confusion.】
The moment Ye Linlang awoke, thirteen thousand years of worldly events flooded her consciousness.
Having ascended to its current state, the world now stood at the peak of Tier Thirteen. Her power—or divine authority—flowed intrinsically from this realm, rendering her an omnipotent goddess in truth.
This very omniscience birthed her bewilderment.
"Three millennia ago, the Source World already reached Tier Thirteen’s zenith. Why has no progression toward Tier Fourteen manifested since?"
【Seek this answer within yourself.】
"Within me?" Her eyes clouded with uncertainty.
Through long contemplation, she finally whispered, "Could I be… the obstruction?"
"Impossible." The denial leapt from her lips unbidden. "My command of cosmic principles suffices to elevate this realm."
Indeed, the Source World’s meteoric rise to Tier Thirteen within mere millennia—a feat envied across the multiverse of countless worlds—owed much to its inhabitants’ sacrifices. Yet none could deny Ye Linlang’s pivotal role. Among major deities governing universal laws, her mastery ranked within the celestial decile.
World ascension intertwined inextricably with source power and a deity’s governance. Thus, three thousand years of stagnation defied all logic—her calculations had prophesied Tier Fourteen’s dawn long before this stagnant epoch.
【Have you relinquished attachment?】
The world consciousness’s dispassionate query struck like thunder.
"Relinquished what?"
【You comprehend Tier Fourteen’s implications.】
Did she? Tier Fourteen meant dominion over ninety percent of cosmic edicts. It meant becoming the world’s living will. No—truth be told, the fusion had begun epochs earlier. Their fates now pulsed as one entity.
【Recall why you were chosen.】
Memory cascaded through her—that cataclysmic day reshaping both her destiny and creation’s fabric.
"I remember." Her voice echoed across celestial planes. "You selected me for my origin beyond borders."
【Not merely Another World. From There.】
The emphasis thrummed with portent.
"There?" Her divine perception sharpened. "My homeland?"
【Affirmed.】
"What distinguishes it?"
【Infinite potentiality.】
A bitter smile touched her lips. "Ah, so my worth lies not in self, but in that accursed birthplace."
Eons had honed the once-naive girl into this sovereign entity. Millenniums of accumulated wisdom, vistas unfolded from existence’s pinnacle—these forged a perspective no mortal could fathom.
When the world consciousness spoke those words, Ye Linlang perceived the profound mystery of her origins. Even the world consciousness itself referred to it as ‘that’ – an unnamed enigma.
A sudden clarity washed over her.
"I am the key to Tier Fourteen."
"The world rejects me because I’ve clung to my desire to depart. This refusal prevents me from fully mastering its laws, doesn’t it?"
Silence lingered, but Ye Linlang required no confirmation. As understanding crystallized, a luminous sphere materialized in her palm – a swirling coalescence of azure and ivory light that momentarily conjured visions of her homeland’s landscapes.
"My personal… sigil?" she whispered.
Closing her eyes, the celestial administrator analyzed the luminous construct. The configuration felt intimately familiar, mirroring the tracking marks she’d once bestowed upon Blue Star’s departing souls. This ethereal beacon maintained cosmic awareness of its bearer while preserving threads to the source world.
"How could I have remained oblivious?"
No – awareness hadn’t been lacking, but capability. Previously, she’d lacked both the mastery over source world principles and the analytical prowess to isolate such imprints. Now, as she probed the radiant sphere, an unfamiliar essence pulsed within it – an ineffable presence defying description.
Her analytical surge met gentle resistance, accompanied by an implicit warning: comprehension demanded the mark’s destruction. Yet annihilating this sigil would sever her last tether to the pre-crossing-over existence. Some instinctual wisdom whispered this glow contained her sole clue for homing.
"You foresaw this," she accused.
【Affirmative.】
"What dwells within?"
【The Origin.】
Her breath caught. "The primordial genesis point?"
The term ‘Origin’ had only entered her lexicon after assimilating multiversal axioms. All existence – source worlds, fragment worlds, realm worlds – emerged from the Primordial Sea’s foundational data. This cosmic cradle, composed entirely of source information, birthed the aggregation called the Origin – knowledge typically reserved for tier fifteen/sixteen entities or privileged beings like herself.
"This contains the Origin? Absurd." The ultimate prize sought by all transcendent beings… residing within her?
【Fragmentary. Insignificant.】
The qualification eased her tension. Within the multiverse of countless worlds, numerous entities surpassed her power. Should rumors spread about an Origin fragment in the source world…
"What else remains concealed?"
【Nothing.】
The space was hushed as Ye Linlang gazed intently at the luminous sphere. She knew this moment demanded a choice – to retain the glowing entity or relinquish it, a decision resonating beyond herself to shape the destiny of all existence.
"If I preserve it, could I return?"
Her whispered inquiry crystallized the decision already made.
Moments earlier, she’d attempted to harness the radiant mark as a compass to her former world, yet received only silence. Whether her power proved inadequate or some essential catalyst remained missing, the answer eluded her.
The world consciousness maintained its impartial observation, the absence of response neither surprising nor unexpected.
Though the ache for her past lingered, new priorities now anchored her soul. Not that former days held no value, but as waters flow ever onward, so must life progress. The scales had tipped – the collective heartbeat of the source world’s myriad lives outweighed personal yearning.
She felt the realm’s adoration like sunlight through leaves, its creatures’ joys and sorrows threading through her being. In the merciless dance of cosmic consumption, stagnation meant annihilation. Never would she let the world she’d nurtured become another’s feast.
Tier Fourteen stood as the fulcrum – only such power granted sanctuary within the Primordial Sea’s depths. Across the multiverse of countless worlds, none could promise safety, not even for her beloved source world…
Her fingers uncurled with regal composure, yet the luminous sphere drifted nearer as if comprehending her resolve. It brushed her brow like a farewell kiss before gliding toward the horizon.
Though its journey seemed leisurely, the sphere’s trajectory held unwavering purpose – a celestial guide through folded spaces. Ye Linlang followed, each step traversing vast spatial distances yet maintaining precisely three paces behind.
No mortal eyes witnessed this procession. Only the eternal world consciousness observed, its vigil as constant as starlight. Had it possessed sentiment, Ye Linlang might have been its cherished favorite. Yet even devoid of affection, through the lens of cosmic law, she and the realm were one.
Subtle transformations rippled through her being with every stride, alterations she either ignored or embraced. When the sphere finally halted, her form mirrored the awakened deity she’d recently become –
Silver strands cascading like liquid moonlight, eyes shimmering with solar fire. Her robe, woven from cosmic edicts, bore golden threads of crystallized law. Starpoints matching the source world’s constellation of small worlds adorned the Robe Hem.
Divinity emanated from her essence, her gaze impartially embracing all existence. Here was divinity incarnate, rendering no hierarchy among creation’s tapestry.
Before her stretched not mere waters, but an ocean of force from the world’s origin – boundless, unfathomed, pulsing with primordial vitality. The luminous sphere hovered above this liquid cosmos, motionless yet radiant.
"Until we meet again," Ye Linlang declared, her valediction echoing across the waters.
The phrase lingered, bittersweet – farewell’s melancholy interwoven with reunion’s hope. The sphere quivered, then dissolved into a shower of astral rain. Stardust kissed the Primordial Sea’s surface, each droplet composing ripples that sang of ephemeral beauty.
In that moment of dissolution, understanding dawned. Loss today didn’t preclude rediscovery tomorrow. Eternity stretched before her, an endless road for pursuit.
For now… release.
So it mused, even as it recognized the futility of such hopes.
The rain upon the Primordial Sea awakened transformations across existence. The Source World and its connected realms trembled with awareness… the cosmic order itself ascended toward loftier planes.
This metamorphosis mirrored the cataclysm of thirteen millennia past.
Accumulation birthing transcendence.
From tier thirteen to tier fourteen – this progression resonated through veteran beings across the multiverse of countless worlds, their ancient wisdom comprehending the implications.
—The deities’ resurgence.
Cosmos thrummed with celebratory hymns.
Celestial phantoms materialized against the sky’s canvas, their forms dwarfed by the World Tree’s majesty. Its serpentine roots embraced the Source World’s heart, satellite small worlds glittering like cosmic jewels along its gargantuan branches. Amidst the foliage, polychrome planets pulsed – new civilizations flowering across ten millennia’s span.
These World Tree-linked societies had initially caused uproar in the Source World.
Though alien civilization discoveries persisted post-Awakening of Spiritual Energy, most remained embryonic – primitive cultures scarcely breaching atmospheric confines. Yet these network-bound civilizations differed, their developmental tiers averaging Tier One sophistication.
The interstellar network – an amplified iteration of the Spiritual Network – thrived through World Tree’s ever-expanding reach. Unlike its Source World counterpart, this cosmic web’s breadth matched the Tree’s growth, encompassing uncharted void where Source World influence hadn’t yet bloomed.
Chaos proved transient. The Source World, seasoned in assimilating foreign realms, extended benevolent welcome. Across ten thousand years, World Tree’s lattice enabled galactic exploration, Source World beings imprinting their presence across spiral arms.
Human cultivators outpaced other races in both numbers and exploratory zeal. Soon their silhouettes graced every star lane, their identity known to all interstellar societies. While deity beliefs varied among civilizations, might dictated universal truths – the Source World’s divine narratives commanded reverence. The World Tree’s mere existence proved transcendent craftsmanship beyond mortal ken.
As supreme deity, Ye Linlang manifested during world ascension to Tier Fourteen. Briefest of apparitions – one breath’s span before dissolving with fellow deities.
Departing world consciousness’ domain, It returned to private expanse.
No longer mere pocket dimension.
Through deific puissance, this realm had ripened into sovereign territory – domain and divine demesne. Yet beyond the primordial office and research lab, blank whiteness prevailed. No structures, no life – sterile perfection.
Thirteen thousand years’ absence meant nothing here. Time’s river flowed differently for deities, Ye Linlang reflected. Without observing the Source World’s tides, millennia might pass unnoticed.
Memories of recent manifestation sparked quiet pride. Its nurtured beings had exceeded expectations – ten thousand years of glorious endeavor.
【Your Excellency, the Major Deity, welcome home.】
The greeting’s warmth accentuated Ye Linlang’s guilt. The system’s long solitude weighed heavier now.
"System, are you well?"
The system had accompanied her through eternity; calling it her sole companion would not be excessive. Though it seemed more like a tool than an intelligent being, Ye Linlang knew better – this entity pulsed with life, needing only her divine touch to shatter its constraints.
【Your Excellency, the Major Deity, all remains well during your thirteen thousand and two hundred year absence.】
"Satisfactory."
Understanding the system’s lingering limitations in discernment, Ye Linlang withheld further commentary.
Her return carried cosmic purpose – to mend fractures left thirteen millennia past.
First among these stood the enigma of the Ascension Realms.
Those destined for transcendence lingered still, their prolonged coexistence with low-tier cultivators in the source world breeding turmoil through the ages.
Every ripple across existence lay bare before Ye Linlang’s perception. Should she desire, even events ten thousand years dust-laden would unravel their entire tapestry before her omniscient gaze.
The world’s elevation to Tier Fourteen shimmered as providence for the Ascension Realms.
Eons prior, she’d woven five interlocked dimensions:
Immortal Realm/Sacred Domain, Demon World/Hell, Spirit Realm/Magical Realm, Ghost Realm/Undead Realm, Buddhist Realm.
Dual-faced and civilization-crafted, each realm thrived under its pantheon of cultural deities.
Three thousand years had seen these realms bloom to full fruition, their evolution mirroring her original blueprint perfectly. Yet their emergence remained known only to primordial beings, the destined Ascension Platform’s unveiling delayed by the world’s stagnant tier and her slumbering state.
Now, cosmic hourglass sands trickled anew.
Divine eyes turned toward the realms – satellites both dependent and autonomous from the source world. Though sovereigns hadn’t fully emerged, destiny’s loom already wove their threads.
Countless fate-lines glittered momentarily in her vision before dissolving into cosmic mist.
……
Buddhist Realm.
Silence reigned supreme here. The sprawling Spiritual Mountain maintained its eternal vigil, Tianchi Lake’s waters mirroring constellations unchanged since antiquity. Monastic sites stood preserved, yet empty of their original masters.
Within Thunder Sound Temple’s golden-hued halls, only Ye Linlang’s projections moved – Bodhisattvas and Buddhas radiating sacred light. They had manifested alongside this world, yet they lacked true substance.
These illusory forms gained fleeting reality through her divine essence. Perhaps when eons turned full circle, their true spirits descending through mortal trials would reclaim celestial mantles.
Though capable of unraveling fate’s entire skein, Ye Linlang deliberately averted her gaze from final outcomes. Foreknown endings would render existence’s dance meaningless.
True spirits – her primordial creations of unblemished souls. Having weathered endless calamities across the Ascension Realms, these mythic-yet-real entities now approached their renaissance.
Ten millennia might herald commencement… or final curtain.
Within the Buddhist Realm’s expanse, swirling mists coalesced into a floating dais. Rule power instantly solidified the structure, its surface blossoming with sacred carvings. Across ten thousand square meters, pillars emerged in celestial alignment.
Each column bore intricate reliefs – peacocks preening celestial feathers, golden-winged garudas mid-soar, eight heavenly dragon kings coiled in majesty. Opposite these, luminous cloud-script blazed three golden characters: Ascension Platform.
As the final stroke of the characters was completed, a gray-robed novice monk materialized.
Clasping his palms together with compassionate serenity, he addressed the vacant Ascension Platform: "Amitabha. This humble monk Jieyin comes to guide all beings toward Ascension to the Buddhist Realm."
He then settled upon a meditation cushion nearby, eyelids lowering as he awaited the Platform’s luminous awakening.
……
The Demon World
Though teeming with Innate Deities, the Demon World existed in perpetual chaos – an intrinsic quality stemming from its primordial origins.
Yet compared to the Abyss’ formless disorder, this realm maintained faint traces of structure.
Beneath the solitary Demon Lord served multiple Demon Lords. As primordial beings, these Innate Deities wielded power sufficient to restrain corrupt energies, having mastered fundamental laws woven during the world’s creation.
However, with the Demon Lord detached from governance and his lieutenants equally indifferent, disorder reigned supreme. Little virtue could be expected from creatures spawned of malignant thoughts.
A colossal mountain range bisected this turbulent realm. At its central peak stood the Demon Lord’s sanctum, while lesser elevations housed his subordinate Lords. Civilization dwindled toward the periphery, fading like ink in water.
Over millennia, demon kin developed unique customs within this harsh ecology.
Their cities and villages mirrored human cultivators’ settlements in form, not function. Demon kin reared offspring only until mobility, after which progeny were abandoned to nature’s crucible. Familial bonds held less value than blade’s edge.
While demonic forms varied wildly, increasing power often sculpted bodies toward humanoid shapes – likely influenced by their sovereigns’ appearances. Yet they remained distinctly other, retaining claws, horns, or arcane markings as proud heritage.
The Cheng Tian Mountain Range earned its name ("Bearing Heaven") from its central peak’s proximity to the firmament. Upon this throne of stone and shadow sat the Demon Lord’s palace.
Demon Palace – Grand Hall
All seventeen Demon Lords sat assembled in unprecedented attendance. When the supreme seat shimmered with their Lord’s presence, every head inclined in unison.
"Your Majesty," ventured one lieutenant, "what important matter warrants this gathering?"
These Demon Lords had awoken eight millennia past, spending five centuries bloodying the realm until their sovereign’s emergence. The subsequent disciplinary lesson from the Demon Lord’s own hand had curbed their ambitions.
Their ruler proved even more reclusive than his subordinates. Apart from that single descent from Cheng Tian’s peaks to enforce order, the Demon Lord hadn’t stirred in ages. His very palace had been built by the Demon Lords’ hands – none dared erect opulent dwellings while their sovereign lacked proper abode.
Thus the summons bred rampant speculation among the lieutenants.
Black jade pins secured the Demon Lord’s night-dark hair, his beauty sharp enough to draw blood from stone. Cold majesty radiated like winter stars, enthralling all who dared glance upward.
"Disturbances manifest at the northwestern borderlands."
None maintained direct eye contact. For demon kin, Beauty wasn’t mere aesthetic – it compelled primal allegiance. Their Lord’s visage embodied desire’s purest form, dangerous as unsheathed steel.
Of seventeen Demon Lords, only two were female. These ladies’ lethal prowess matched their devotion to the sovereign, making them both unattainable ideals and romantic rivals to their male counterparts.
But such yearnings mattered little. The Demon Lord stood beyond mere affection – divine axis around which all demonic existence rotated, beloved by subjects and lieutenants alike.
However, the entire Demon World knew of the Demon Lord’s emotional detachment.
Don’t question how demon kin possess such worldly knowledge – just know the heart demons of cultivators from lower realms manifest in peculiar forms.
Before the Demon World’s creation, heart demons sprang purely from malice.
After its emergence, all adult demon kin began descending upon the source world through heart demon possessions. These once naive beings returned from their human realm excursions with thoroughly broadened horizons.
Consequently, the difficulty of cultivators overcoming heart demon tribulations has soared exponentially over eight thousand years.
"Abnormal activity? What activity? Isn’t the northwestern border your domain, Fifth?"
"Beats me."
"…Could it be rebellion among the lower demon kin? Should I summon the demon monarch?"
The Demon Lord, well-acquainted with his subordinates’ indolence, curtly intervened: "Unnecessary."
"This disturbance stems from the Ascension Platform’s emergence – Heaven’s Mandate at work."
"The Ascension Platform? Does this mean mortal cultivators will rise to our realm?"
"Since when do cultivators ascend? Isn’t the source world sufficient?"
"The Platform activates in three days," the Demon Lord declared. "All tier seven demon cultivators from the source world and small worlds shall ascend."
"Instruct your subordinates to make preparations."
"Quite the influx approaching. Intriguing."
"Shall our Demon World finally gain vitality?"
"How shall we distribute these ascendants? The solitary Platform lies in Fifth’s territory."
"Investigate personally," the Demon Lord commanded.
Though the Demon World’s vastness granted each Demon Lord sprawling domains, their administrative style consisted of occasional briefings from demon monarchs while indulging personal whims.
"Council adjourned."
The Demon Lord vanished mid-sentence, leaving his subordinates exchanging bemused glances.
"I’ve neglected my newest concubine. Dismissed!"
"My supper grows cold…"
"Left the hellfire cauldron burning!"
The hall emptied rapidly, leaving two smiling Demon Lords.
"How ruthless of elder brother to abandon us so," cooed one.
"Sister, your thoughts? I hear source world cultivators possess…entertaining qualities."
"Naturally, we’ll claim our share."
Silence claimed the chamber.
Meanwhile, at the Demon World’s northwestern frontier…
A colossal black jade structure pierced the sky, its barren surface flanked by a tablet bearing three stark characters: Ascension Platform.
“Don’t all you brothers have matters to attend? Why gather here?”
“Surely you’re not here to join our sister in spectating?”
The seventeen Demon Lords, being Innate Deities, addressed each other as brothers—though this fraternity didn’t prevent fierce rivalries. Only the reclusive Demon Lord residing in the Demon Palace could curb their clashes.
Though the Demon Lords bantered lightheartedly, their underlings sparred without restraint.
This contest determined future cultivator allocations, making defeat unthinkable… or at least, not utterly humiliating. Thankfully, the Ascension Platform’s resilience withstood their violent clashes.
The Demon Lord, preparing to access the Star Network post-council, initially dismissed the energy fluctuations from the Ascension Platform. But as the disturbances intensified beyond disregard, he sighed inwardly.
_Truly, managing destructive siblings strains even celestial patience._
His voice thundered across dimensions:
“Cease this brawl. Let the candidates choose.”
At the Ascension Platform, combat halted instantly. Before the Demon Lords could ponder this decree, obsidian rain columns materialized, each coalescing into arched portals.
“Inscribe teleportation formations to your domains and station guards,” the Demon Lord’s command echoed. “The ascendants shall decide their path.”
Seventeen pillars now bore distinct sigils of the Demon Lords. “Self-selection?” one mused skeptically. Their exchanged glances crackled with unspoken schemes.
Within the World Tree’s embrace, the Demon World’s denizens accessed the Star Network freely. While aware of mortal realm affairs, direct recruitment seemed beneath their dignity—delegation proved wiser, as their sovereign advised.
As demonic territories mobilized, neighboring Hell stirred with equal fervor. The infernal domain, accustomed to welcoming fallen angels and soul-born demons, observed the Eastern commotion with primordial curiosity.
…
The Ghost Realm remained undisturbed. Death’s equilibrium admitted only the departed, its borders unmoved by the Ascension Platform’s emergence. The sole alteration? High-tier ghost cultivators now found themselves forcibly retrieved from mortal lands, sharpening life’s divide from eternal stillness.
…
Above Fairy City White Jade Capital, auroral radiance engulfed marble spires. Beyond the luminous veil stood the mythic Southern Heavenly Gate—portal to the true Immortal Realm.
Floating Cloud Immortal Officer stared transfixed. For eons, White Jade Capital had served as the Immortal Realm’s shadowy antechamber, housing tier seven cultivators who’d never glimpsed their destined realm.
Though perpetually questioned about the absent Heavenly Emperor and dormant paradise, Floating Cloud now witnessed the turning epoch. All immortals knew their existence hinged on the Immortal Realm’s awakening—and at last, the celestial gears began turning.
As the ruler of White Jade Capital and the sole Floating Cloud Immortal Officer bearing celestial authority, she advanced toward the Southern Heavenly Gate beneath the watchful eyes of the assembly.
Henceforth, White Jade Capital severed its ties with the human realm, aligning itself with the Immortal Realm to become the gateway between celestial and mortal domains… All Ascension Platforms within the celestial city simultaneously departed from the mortal world.
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Spirit Realm.
The Nine Extreme Demon Lords remained paramount among spirit cultivators, their formidable Tier Eleven cultivation cementing their undisputed reign over the spirit realm’s hierarchy.
Ao Yuan, foremost of these demonic sovereigns, convened his peers to address the merging of Spirit Realm and Mountain and Sea Realm.
"The Mountain and Sea Realm converges with our domain – an Ascension Platform now manifests at its heart."
"Such transformations could only stem from the Demon King’s decree."
"The cosmic laws solidify as we speak. Passage between Spirit and human realms shall no longer flow freely."
"Mortals witness strange tides – White Jade Capital… the fairy city fades from their world."
"Indeed. Heaven and earth reshape themselves. This bears the mark of Tier Fourteen ascension."
"More! During world ascension, we all perceived… the Demon King’s presence."
This ancient sanctuary had once sheltered all spirit cultivators until their exodus, reserving Mountain and Sea Realm’s access solely for those attaining Tier Seven cultivation – common knowledge among their kind.
For millennia, spirit cultivators ascending from other planes used fairy city platforms, their habitual path. Now the merging realms birthed a spirit-kind Ascension Platform in Mountain and Sea Realm, signaling universal transformations across all races.
Cosmic reconfiguration occurred instantaneously, yet mortal perception stretched this moment to eternity.
[Six realms stabilize – divine beings, mortals, ghosts, spirits, and demons each claim their domain.]
This proclamation resonated through every Tier Seven being as universal laws crystallized further.
Source World, the cosmic axis, now bore stricter constraints. Where destructive powers once faced only moral consequences, tangible restrictions emerged. Tier Seven cultivators sensed invisible shackles suppressing their strength without discomfort – temporary tolerance that promised stagnation for those lingering too long.
The new cosmic order demanded ascension to higher planes at designated thresholds. Multitudes soon departed Source World.
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Source World
Special Bureau headquarters, Huaxia’s official agency:
"Our workload should lighten significantly."
"They depart, but must our own follow?"
"Cease complaints – I already sense tribulations gathering."
"Long overdue. While Small Worlds tolerated power, Source World overflowed with big shots. Their slightest conflicts unleashed uncontrollable chaos."
"With this Ascension, there will likely exist forces in the heavens capable of suppressing them – far better than us constantly scrambling to extinguish fires everywhere."
Such conversations arose worldwide, most voices tinged with palpable relief.
The source world currently stood at Tier Fourteen. Among those who began cultivation after the Awakening of Spiritual Energy, the highest attained level barely reached Tier Eight. These exceptional individuals remained few, yet their existence proved undeniable.
The Ancient Cultivators emerging post-Awakening presented a different case, with their elites reaching Tier Ten. Human cultivators found themselves outmatched by long-lived exotic races, enduring growing pressure in recent years.
Now, universal laws directly constrained high-tier cultivation, imposing natural limitations on power progression.
…
Ye Linlang remained unmoved by worldly affairs. She had foreseen these developments millennia ago.
The division into six realms served to stabilize existence itself.
More than local events, what captured her attention were the foreign gazes piercing through reality during the source world’s ascension to Tier Fourteen. For that fleeting moment, she’d sensed entities whose power rivaled her own.
Countless worlds bubbled forth from the Primordial Sea’s depths. The source world emerged late in this cosmic chronology, preceded by innumerable High-tier Worlds. Those piercing stares originated from these established dominions.
Newborn worlds inevitably draw covetous eyes, yet Ye Linlang knew the source world enjoyed sanctuary – a hundred millennia’s grace period granted during its ascension. This primordial safeguard, akin to a fledgling’s protective cocoon, prevented premature devouring by elder worlds.
Rashly confronting established High-tier Worlds promised only ruin. While eventual conflict seemed inevitable for growth, such concerns remained distant. As no warmonger deity, Ye Linlang would maintain peace unless provoked.
Her focus returned to the six realms’ governance.
Not every realm required an appointed representative – the human realm needed none. Three realms already stood accounted for: the spirit realm, Demon World, and Ghost Realm. This left the Buddhist Realm’s emissary still cycling through reincarnations, requiring millennia more before returning, and…
The Immortal Realm. Calculations flickered through Ye Linlang’s consciousness, stirring subtle expressions.
"So it begins."
The Immortal Realm’s celestial representative, the Heavenly Emperor, manifested precisely as that realm materialized – a curious synchronicity. More intriguing still, this heaven-chosen successor carried echoes of… familiarity.
Source World, Kunlun Mountains.
Through eternal snows, countless cultivators trudged toward convergence. Divine perception settled upon this procession, observing each wayfarer with inscrutable interest.
