In a universe filled with countless stunning realms, the Yanyang realm stood out as one of the most magnificent and powerful, highly regarded among its peers. It was renowned for nurturing a supre, everlasting being, a true immortal of transcendence-level.
Since ancient tis, nurous realms had withered and fallen victim to endless disasters, lost in the relentless flow of ti, transforming into remnants of their forr glory, their existence long forgotten.
However, so realms survived these tumultuous tis, preserving their legacies and remaining vibrant against the ravages of ti and nature. Amidst these enduring worlds, the Yanyang realm was celebrated as a tiless and immortal realm, commanding imnse respect across the vast universe.
Even the most formidable entities capable of traversing the boundless expanse would show reverence and dare not provoke the Yanyang Realm’s na. Within this realm, the Zhou Mie Mansion held a position of unmatched dominance.
Equally renowned were Jiesheng Temple, Wangsheng Cave, Wunian Mountain, and others, tracing their roots to the very inception of the real world’s evolution.
Within the inheritances of these immortal forces, one might even find the most ancient and ancient entities, who had lain dormant for immortality, employing various ans to evade the toll of ti and destiny’s grasp.
Whether it was the Five Declines or the subsequent Nine Declines, or even longer epochs, the true extent of their existence remained an enigma.
“Miss Barbara required a total of nine lifetis to overco these trials. Amongst the descendants of our Patriarch, her progress could be considered relatively modest.”
“The other young masters and ladies had already started to sche against one another in their previous lives, laying out plans for generations to co. Only Miss Barbara perished in her ninth life. In terms of natural talent, she could be deed as below par.”
“The old servant speculates that her swift breakthrough in this life might be attributed to a stroke of luck or so unique opportunity.”
The aged gatekeeper at the hall’s entrance replied, sharing these thoughts one by one, expressing his uncertainties.
“That is indeed a possibility.”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded in agreent, though his expressions remained icy.
He continued, “But whether it’s luck or opportunity, it all adds to her strength. If she can successfully overco the final trial, who’s to say she won’t inherit the Zhou Mie Mansion in the future?”
Confronted with the middle-aged man’s resolute and unyielding statent, the elderly attendant outside the hall offered a wry smile.
His concern did not revolve around whether Miss Barbara could pass the final test; it was the idea that she could secure the future successorship of the Zhou Mie Mansion that troubled him.
Realistically speaking, this was an unattainable goal. The competition for this position was incredibly fierce, with nurous contenders backed by substantial resources and family influence. In contrast, Miss Barbara stood alone, with no knowledge of her biological mother—an enigma that no one dared to probe.
When the Patriarch had brought her back, he rely stated that she was his illegitimate daughter from the outside world, revealing nothing about her true parentage. In this cutthroat contest for the Zhou Mie Mansion’s future leadership, it seed that Miss Barbara had no chance.
The impending calamity approaches once more, and I sense that the other real worlds are on the verge of action. The Shangyin real world will undoubtedly seize this opportunity to establish itself as the sole dominant realm…
Within the hall, the middle-aged man paid little heed to the concerns of the aging servant outside. His eyes held the depth of the vast starry sky as he muttered about another pressing matter.
The forthcoming calamity would not only engulf the vast heavens but also spare no corner of the boundless expanse. Even the most formidable individuals concealed within it would face reckoning.
Ancient and mighty realms like the Yanyang Realm should not underestimate the gravity of this impending catastrophe. What they did not realize was that this calamity was orchestrated by the ethnic group on the far side of the original world.
In the presence of legendary anomalies, it might culminate in a world-wide purge, resurrecting horrific beings from the depths of the original world—an appalling nightmare that every real world dreaded.
At that very mont, in the world of mountains and seas, the realm of origin, in the higher echelons of existence, the unfolding events continued to shape the course of destiny.
Gu Changge’s presence manifested in the depths of the Divine Kingdom. Despite spending a significant amount of ti in Barbara’s small world, in the upper realm, only a few hours had elapsed. The disparity in the worlds’ levels resulted in a stark difference in the passage of ti.
“It seems that I don’t need to oversee the Divine Kingdom myself,” Gu Changge mused. With Mingkong, Chu Chu, and Yin i in charge, there’s no need for concern.
His spiritual awareness extended to every corner, where the echoes of offerings, chants, and prayers reverberated from all directions. The power of faith converged like a boundless sea of incense smoke, granting him clearer insight into various scenes across heaven and earth.
Temples and halls, adorned with his statues, dotted the landscape, the incense burning in endless devotion. Furthermore, the Divine Kingdom’s presence had restored order to the upper realm, imposing rules that prevented various forces from acting recklessly as they once did. Even remote universal forces had to pay tributes and obey commands.
The List of Immortals had sparked hope for countless cultivators who had previously despaired of attaining immortality, indirectly contributing to the Divine Kingdom’s stability.
Gu Changge contemplated announcing the Immortal Passage when he was ready to fully connect with the Immortal Realm, as he held both the List of Immortals and control over the Immortal Passage.
However, this would primarily benefit the upper realm, as the imminent collision and rger of the two worlds would inevitably bolster the realm’s high-end combat capabilities. Ordinary immortals would beco less scarce in this newly rged reality.
While the upper realm remained stable and peaceful, the immortal realms, foreign lands, and other real worlds faced increasing troubles.
Gu Changge believed it essential to locate Gu Qingyi, as she was the true spirit of the world of mountains and seas and had established the Immortal Palace. Her presence would provide legitimacy to the Divine Kingdom’s existence.
Before addressing other matters, Gu Changge had a different task in mind. The Temple of Destiny resided on the eastern bank of the Divine Kingdom, nestled close to the vast sea of stars. Floating islands surrounded the area, enshrouded in mist, casting a cool, perpetual hue devoid of any radiance.
At the heart of this divine location stood the grand and solemn Temple of Destiny, exuding an ancient aura.
Inside, an exceptionally beautiful and captivating woman, adorned in the moon-white robes of an officiant, sat in a cross-legged position. The hall was barren, devoid of anyone, not even a servant.
Her blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her countenance remained placid and unwavering, radiating an aura untouched by worldly distractions. She bore the likeness of an immortal from the Ninth Heaven.
Empress Ruoyin, as she was known, held the esteed position of High Priest within the Divine Kingdom and was also the guardian of this sacred place. Gu Changge’s figure materialized outside the Temple of Destiny, and he proceeded to enter.
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