In the shadowed rift between dinsions.
Qianmian Chuan and Ling Han Gui, two ti beings, watched from afar.
“Qianmian Chuan, is that your ally? Impressive.” Ling Han Gui glanced at the enormous face beside them.
Qianmian Chuan shook his head.
“I don’t know him.”
In truth, he had wondered whether the helper had been summoned by Ling Han Gui instead.
But judging from Ling Han Gui’s earlier reaction, it was clear he hadn’t been prepared at all—he had even attacked Lin Yuan first.
So Qianmian Chuan didn’t bother to ask.
“You don’t know him?” Ling Han Gui didn’t doubt it.
At the thirteenth rank, deception was almost impossible.
He’d only asked casually, not expecting a definite answer anyway.
After all, if Qianmian Chuan truly had an ally of that caliber, he would have revealed it outright.
Ling Han Gui would’ve gladly withdrawn, sparing them both from wasting effort.
“Who would have thought, after all the ages we planned, neither of us would end up with that special Nightmare Fruit.”
Qianmian Chuan’s tone carried a trace of resignation.
For this single day, he had observed billions of possible future tilines.
In the end, he’d calculated a sixty-percent chance of claiming that special fruit for himself.
To have sixty percent odds in a struggle between ti beings—that was already extraordinary.
“A future tiline even I couldn’t see… that’s no ordinary thing.”
Ling Han Gui’s voice grew heavier.
Ti beings might have difficulty peering into each other’s tilines, but it was rarely this vague.
“Either his strength is close to the thirteenth-rank peak… or he’s tied to a Ti Lord by deep cause and effect—and that Lord was willing to pay a price to shield his future.”
Qianmian Chuan nodded. “Whichever it is, we’d best stay out of it.”
In the mysterious dinsional gaps, if ti beings were the giants, then the Ti Lords were the absolute rulers.
Each Ti Lord governed a vast region of the rift, with countless ti beings choosing to follow them.
After all, Ti Lords could see deeper, further into the future—and their guidance was priceless.
“But why would a being of that level care about a Nightmare Fruit—and even intervene personally?”
Ling Han Gui couldn’t make sense of it. Unable to see that part of ti, he couldn’t analyze Lin Yuan’s true motive.
“Who cares.”
Qianmian Chuan shook his head, his massive face fading away.
Ling Han Gui pondered for a mont, then also withdrew his presence.
To the lofty ti beings, a treasure as rare as the Nightmare Fruit, was still nothing more than a part of so grand sche. Success was pleasant, failure insignificant.
Not far away.
On the towering Nightmare Tree, the countless mbers of the Nightmare Clan finally dared lift their heads. Seeing the empty rift, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
“The great ti beings have departed.”
The Nightmare clansn began to murmur among themselves.
To the ti beings, they were nothing but ants—wiped away at a whim.
“The ten-thousand-ter Nightmare Fruit was taken by the great ti beings.”
“I think the last one took it.”
“The first two didn’t pursue.”
They whispered cautiously. Even ntioning such great existences required care—they dared not speak nas.
Far away—
Lin Yuan ca to a stop.
“They didn’t follow?”
He glanced behind him.
In the many future tilines he had glimpsed, with the blessing of a Lord’s authority, once he seized the Nightmare Fruit, the two ti beings would not dare pursue.
The fruit was precious, yes, but chasing a thirteenth-rank being whose future they couldn’t see? No ti being would risk that.
Ti beings excelled at weighing pros and cons; they never acted on impulse. Every decision was deliberate.
Of course—
Even though Lin Yuan was almost certain they wouldn’t chase—
He still made a contingency plan.
If those two really did co after him recklessly...
“Then I’ll just hand it back.”
He thought to himself.
Ti beings didn’t do aningless things.
At worst, he’d return the fruit and let them fight over it again.
It wouldn’t cost him anything.
He’d only taken it to test his hand, anyway.
Failure was expected.
Success, though—that ant imnse gain.
“I’m back.”
Lin Yuan’s true body soon returned to the Chaos Void.
He brought back everything his Tai Chi Primordial Spirit had gathered over centuries of travel.
“So many spoils.”
His mood was bright.
Beyond the precious Nightmare Fruit, there were countless dinsional treasures collected by the Tai Chi Primordial Spirit.
To true thirteenth-rank ti beings, they were hardly worth noticing.
But Lin Yuan wasn’t yet thirteenth rank.
And his fortune had suddenly multiplied dozens of tis. Naturally, he was pleased.
“When the Tai Chi Primordial Spirit returns, I can start opening an infinite particle world within the Primordial Spirit itself.” Lin Yuan, now wealthy, no longer cared to limit creation to his main body.
The Primordial Spirit’s strength was part of his own; the stronger it grew, the stronger he beca.
“So leftover materials could go into the Human Civilization treasury—for evolvers to exchange.” he mused.
To him, such scraps were useless—barely enough to form a single particle world.
But to human evolvers, they’d be treasures beyond imagination, legendary relics.
Even for twelfth-rank evolvers, such things were unheard of.
Even a Chaos Great Saint would rarely reach the dinsional gaps where Lin Yuan had just been.
This haul ca from regions those Supre Saints could never reach.
“The Nightmare Fruit.”
Lin Yuan’s gaze fell on his greatest prize.
For thirteenth-rank ti beings, even this fruit was sothing to covet.
The fact that both Qianmian Chuan and Ling Han Gui had sched for it said everything.
Ti beings had lofty tastes—sothing without imnse worth wouldn’t move them to act.
And peering into future tilines consud great effort. To observe so many for the sake of one fruit was already no small price.
“Refine it.”
Without hesitation, Lin Yuan began.
A treasure like the Nightmare Fruit was best used on oneself.
Selling it would only happen once it was useless to him—and even then, only to his own kind.
Buzzing softly, Lin Yuan’s consciousness sank into layer after layer of nightmare.
Each nightmare honed his mind and will, forcing rapid growth where once there had been stagnation.
While refining the fruit, he also studied the six other thirteenth-rank inheritances created by ‘Mo Xu Jun’.
These six, alongside Infinite Void, represented Mo Xu Jun’s own vision of the path toward becoming a Ti Lord.
“Soul Mirage Realm?”
Lin Yuan spent a few days and fully grasped it.
At his level, these six ultimate inheritances offered little true advancent.
His Infinite Sand Particle Worlds had already pushed soul and will to perfection; the gains now were small.
Still, they served as valuable reference.
“Mo Xu Jun’s path holds great potential. If he ever becos a Ti Lord, he’d be among the stronger ones.”
Lin Yuan judged silently.
But achieving balance in all seven aspects and using them to transcend into Lordhood—was no easy feat.
Infinite Void, Soul Mirage Realm, and the rest all required the creation of a theoretical seventh layer.
Mo Xu Jun hadn’t managed even one. He remained far from true Lordhood.
“Mind and will? Soul? Body and strength?”
Lin Yuan pondered deeply, integrating the essence of all six paths into his own.
In his second Source World.
He sat cross-legged.
“Martial Dao…”
His gaze was deep, fixed upon the vast Source World.
Ten thousand years ago, when he traded with the Eternal Sect, one term was that his Martial Evolution Path would be spread there.
Though that world had suffered from a demonic calamity, cutting its cultivator population drastically.
It was still a full Source World.
After millennia of recovery, Martial Dao had flourished among the great sects.
Countless practitioners walked the path, strengthening the ‘anchor’.
“The other two true bodies have already completed their Infinite Particle Worlds. Infinite Void’s sixth layer is fully mastered. All that’s left is the third level of the Chaos Tai Chi Dao—then I can attempt the thirteenth rank.”
Lin Yuan thought to himself.
The test of entering the thirteenth rank—the ti loop—was sothing even he couldn’t foresee.
Ti loops involved the supre laws of endless dinsions, at least equivalent to a fourteenth-rank force.
Those laws veiled the process entirely.
No thirteenth-rank could pierce that veil.
If they could, ti beings wouldn’t be so rare.
“With my current preparations, I’m more than ready.”
His confidence was unshakable.
Across the Chaos Void, the First and Second Source Worlds—countless Martial Dao cultivators ford the foundation of his anchor.
Beyond those, there were the lesser dinsions he had once transmigrated to, where Martial Dao had also spread far and wide.
He had mastered all paths under heaven; understanding one allowed him to understand all. Even new trials could be swiftly overco.
And with his command of the essence of runes—thought beca sigil, and even within a ti loop, he could still act.
“Maybe that’s why my breakthrough to the thirteenth rank is almost guaranteed.”
He reflected quietly.
Beyond the Chaos Void.
In the mysterious dinsional gap.
After hundreds of years of travel, the Tai Chi Primordial Spirit finally arrived at the site of the Yin-Yang Life-Bloom.
“No tilines show any ti beings interfering. Perfect.”
Lin Yuan gazed ahead.
Before him rose a colossal iceberg radiating pure Yin frost—cold enough to freeze even a perfected Chaos Great Saint.
Beside it, a crimson volcano roared, surging with boundless Yang flas.
The two extres clashed and intertwined, forming a region of perfect Yin-Yang balance.
Here, Yin was Yang—
And Yang was Yin.
“The dinsional gap truly is wondrous.”
Lin Yuan marveled. Such large-scale coexistence of Yin and Yang was an incredible sight.
Though Yin and Yang both arose from Chaos, these opposite forces rarely coexisted without deliberate control.
His own Tao of Tai Chi had ford only after fully mastering the Infinite Yin and Infinite Yang, evolving through countless transmigrations.
This phenonon wasn’t identical to the Tao of Tai Chi, yet it mirrored it in many ways—offering profound insight.
“The Yin-Yang Life-Bloom grows right where ice and fire et.”
He looked toward the intersection of Yin and Yang, where a flower radiating both forces slowly blood.
Around it, the iceberg and volcano had birthed many native lifeforms—beings of pure Yin and pure Yang, powerful enough to survive in places that would annihilate a Supre Saint.
“Ti to act.”
To be cautious, Lin Yuan once again reviewed nurous future tilines.
The two mountains hadn’t reached the thirteenth rank; ti beings wouldn’t bother with them.
But since their nature mirrored his own path—and because they were ford by fragnts of supre law within the rift—they were useful to him.
Whoosh—
Lin Yuan extended his hand.
Toward the distant peaks.
Within the iceberg and volcano—
Countless Yin and Yang creatures looked fervently toward the intersection.
“The Sacred Flower! The Sacred Flower blooms!”
They shouted in awe at the blooming Yin-Yang Life-Bloom, their sacred object embodying the balance of their world.
Then—
They felt the skies of the dinsional gap darken.
A vast hand, large enough to shroud the heavens, reached slowly toward the mountains.
The overwhelming cold and heat around them ant nothing before that hand.
When Lin Yuan withdrew his right hand, the towering iceberg and volcano floated obediently in his palm.
The Yin-Yang Life-Bloom was his.
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