Though the Nether Planes resided within the sa realm as the others, it was a perilous locale for spirit cultivators; only soul cultivators thrived there, making it even more treacherous than the Devil Realm.
During that dark era, Dong Jue, like countless human cultivators in the Runestone System, faced the humiliation and torture inflicted by the Frostfall races. Many of his friends and loved ones perished at their hands.
As in all great legends, he rose to power, overthrowing the foreign races and elevating humanity to an equal standing.
After vanishing for tens of thousands of years, he reerged to establish the Dong Clan. It was said he destroyed the planet Frostfall, vanquishing an ancient being that lay dormant at its core.
Instead of exterminating the foreign races, however, he chose to gather them, sealing their bloodlines, Qi, luck, and fortunes, ultimately rging the remnants of Frostfall with another planet.
"The Nether Planes... intriguing."*
Though he had no intention of traveling to the Nether Planes himself, that didn't an he wasn't curious about them.
"But ultimately," Liang mused aloud, his lips curving into a slight smile, "the most fascinating thing here is this body-refining technique." The dwarven king, across nine generations, had developed a unique thod known as the Nine Revolution Runic Art.
This extraordinary technique was born from years of research, combining various ancient body-refining arts tied to the legendary Nine Revolution Era Body. After tens of thousands of years of relentless experintation, the dwarves managed to fuse these techniques with the power of runes, creating sothing entirely new.
"And I was worried about how I'd cultivate the Nine Revolution Era Body after obtaining it," Liang muttered, shaking his head dismissively. He decided to set those thoughts aside for now; there were more pressing matters at hand.
Who would have thought that, out of all places, The old dwarf would teleport him straight into the inner region of the Yin Yang Abyssal Mountain Range?
"At least it saved so ti," he murmured wryly, glancing around.
Despite his amusent, sothing felt off. For miles in every direction, he sensed no presence. Frowning slightly, he extended his divine sense to its limits.
After several monts, his brow furrowed deeper. His divine sense was by no ans weak—it could stretch up to 30,000 miles, enough to envelop a planet the size of Earth. Yet even with such range, he had only detected the edge of the inner region, let alone the core.
"This place..." His expression darkened. "It's far more dangerous than I anticipated." Pausing, he added under his breath, "And where exactly is this? How does a place like this exist on a small planet like Flore?"
Despite his expertise in the void, he couldn't pinpoint the exact coordinates of the Yin Yang Abyssal Mountains. At best, he could randomly teleport within its vicinity—but doing so blindly carried risks he wasn't willing to take.
"It doesn't matter, I've already located the direction of the outer regions. All I need to do is move in the opposite direction." Without further hesitation, Liang surged forward at lightning speed, heading deeper into the inner region.
Due to the commotion caused by the earlier battle, any nearby beings had gone into hiding. And though Liang made no effort to conceal his overwhelming aura, not a single creature dared approach him.
Four days later, he finally reached the boundary between the inner region and the core region.
Staring ahead at the threshold before him, his eyes narrowed. There was sothing peculiar about the energy emanating from both sides—the side he stood on, deep within the inner region, and the mysterious expanse of the core region beyond.
Sothing unnatural lingered in the air, almost imperceptible yet undeniably present.
The boundary wasn't rely physical—it felt like a veil separating two entirely different realms of existence. On one side, the chaotic interplay of Yin and Yang Qi twisted and churned unpredictably, but on the other, there was… silence. A profound, unnatural stillness that seed to swallow sound, light, and even thought itself.
Liang exhaled slowly, He extended his divine sense once more, cautiously probing the edge of the Core Region. What he found—or rather, what he didn't find—sent a chill down his spine. His perception simply… stopped. It wasn't blocked or repelled; it just ceased to function altogether, as though the very fabric of reality had been excised from that space.
"This isn't normal, Even nothing will give so response."
He glanced back toward the Inner Region, where faint traces of life still lingered—demons skulking in shadows, spirits drifting aimlessly—but here, nothing. No movent, no energy signatures, not even the faintest whisper of Qi.
But Liang wasn't reckless. He knew better than to charge blindly into such a place. Instead, he took a step back, allowing himself ti to assess the situation.
Several hours passed as he ticulously prepared himself. He reinforced his defenses, weaving layers of protective runes around his body.
When he was satisfied with his preparations, Liang turned his attention to the boundary once more. This ti, however, he approached it differently.
Rather than relying solely on his divine sense, which had proven unreliable, he activated his Universe Pricing Eyes, When he directed his gaze toward the Core Region, the results were startling.
The boundary shimred like a mirage, revealing countless overlapping planes of existence. So were familiar— the Yin-Yang Abyssal Mountain Range itself—but others were alien, At the center of it all, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat, was a singular point of convergence. It glowed dimly, a mixture of Yin and Yang energies so potent that it seed to warp everything around it.
"That must be the source," Liang eyes flickered slightly. "The birthplace of this entire mountain range."
It was also undoubtedly the most dangerous spot imaginable.
"Please don't let it be near the core," he whispered, fumbling with the clasp of his space ring. He grabbed a gray talisman and tossed it upward. It hovered, then glowed softly before spinning wildly. After a mont, it stopped, pointing straight ahead.
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