Illusion

Call!

The "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" circulated wildly within his body, and the jade-white liquid in the pool instantly transformed into nine violent white tornadoes, which poured into Chen Fan's body through every pore!

The Primordial Immortal Dew cleanses the meridians, and the Xuanhuang Mother Qi sinks into the muscles and bones.

The Chaos God-Demon Dao Body within Chen Fan's body emitted a deep, thunderous rhythm, and deep, sacred golden divine patterns began to emerge on the originally crystal-clear surface of his bones. Inside the Divine Kingdom, at the edge of the miniature Divine Domain set up by the Martial God's true form, a barely perceptible corner of the deep-seated shackles broke once again.

Qi and Blood, like a furnace under the scorching sun, are frantically solidifying and compressing at the boundary of the Early Great Vehicle.

His cultivation level had not broken through to the Middle Great Vehicle, but his physical defense and explosive power had increased several times over under the Bone Refinement of the Primordial Jade Marrow! The power of a single punch was enough to easily shatter the innate Dao Principles of Great Vehicle of the same level.

After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual liquid in the pool ran out, revealing the dried-up and cracked bottom.

Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes. A captivating, chaotic golden light flashed deep within his pupils before disappearing completely, restoring the calm clarity of his eyes.

Chen Fan slowly exhaled a long, white breath mixed with turbid yellow and black qi.

He stood up and stepped barefoot out of the cracked pit.

His plain white coarse cloth robe was spotless, and the deep, sacred dark gold divine patterns on his body had quietly sunk into the depths of his bones. He had returned to his original simplicity, and his aura was as calm as that of a cowherd boy in the deep mountains who had never experienced the world.

The Chaos God-Demon Dao Body within his body was as hard as divine metal, and his physical explosive power increased several times out of thin air. The illusory star orbits at the boundary of the Miniature Divine Kingdom became increasingly clear.

"The Primordial Jade Marrow, though wondrous, is ultimately only nourished by acquired factors."

Chen Fan flicked his sleeve, and the dormant Martial God's Divine Thought in his Sea of Consciousness spread out like an invisible net that covered the sky and the sun, instantly extending across tens of thousands of miles along the collapsed palace corridor.

Immortal Herb Pavilion, Weapon Refining Hall, Scripture Repository...

Countless side halls, eroded by the passage of millennia, were reflected in his eyes.

On the dilapidated White Jade Plaza, two demonic cultivators at the mid-stage of the Dao Integration, for half a withered Nine-Yang Heavenly Ganoderma tainted with Emperor's Life-Bound Skull Prayer Beads and blasted each other's bodies to pieces, their severed limbs and blood raining down on the muddy, scorched earth.

Beside another dilapidated sword pool, several rogue cultivators from some unknown sect, all in the Early Great Vehicle of the Mahayana realm, were arguing heatedly over a broken, low-grade defensive Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure. Talismans flew everywhere, and their magical spells roared.

People die for wealth, birds die for food.

Chen Fan casually reached out and grabbed an ancient bronze furnace that had been unearthed from a swamp tens of thousands of miles away, bringing it to his front.

The bronze furnace was broken, engraved with the Li Fire Array Inscription of the Dao Integration stage, and contained half of an ancient pill whose medicinal power had been weathered away to ninety percent. For those old monsters in the mortal world whose lifespans were about to end, this item was enough to extend their lives by a hundred years, and could be called a treasure for prolonging life.

Chen Fan glanced at it only once, and a faint aura of life and death emanated from his fingertips.

Puff.

The remnant furnace and the ancient elixir weathered away directly in his palm, turning into a clump of lifeless, grayish-white ash that drifted out from between his fingers.

"It's just garbage, it's tasteless."

Chen Fan shook his head indifferently.

His true form is a peak Middle Martial God who traverses the starry river, and even if his clone has only cultivated to the Early Great Vehicle, his vision and appetite are beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators.

To him, the rubble, broken artifacts, and scattered debris were not even worthy of being used as firewood for the Life-and-Death Millstone within the Divine Kingdom.

Buzz!

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the dark red fragment, its bronze rust peeling off, ignited intensely once more.

The fragment trembled slightly, outlining a faint ray of causal light in the Void. The source of the light crossed thousands of acres of scorched earth, pointing unimpeded to the very center of this world.

High in the Firmament, the majestic Blackstone, as imposing as a mountain, hangs upside down in the depths of the clouds.

True Creation is never found in the rubble by the roadside.

Chen Fan wasted no more time, lightly stepping into the air with his bare feet.

The Void rippled beneath his feet like water. With a single step, his figure transformed into a streak of snow-white light that tore through the gloom, traversing layers of restrictions and turbulent currents, heading straight for the core of the Emperor's Mausoleum.

Tens of thousands of miles can be traversed in an instant by the power to Endless Distance in a Single Step.

However, the closer one gets to the heartland, the more sluggish and disordered the laws of nature become. The gravity in space increases a thousandfold, and even light is distorted, turning into viscous, stagnant dark gray spots.

The entire route was deathly silent.

The top Great Vehicle, including Void-Soaring Sword Venerable, Tianji Reverend Heavenly Balance, and Bone-Corroding Demon Venerable, who rushed into this place earlier, did not leave behind even the slightest trace of their Escape Light or the fluctuations of their battle.

A sweep of Divine Thought revealed not even a trace of human breath in the world.

Just like those ancient monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years, they vanished into thin air in an instant.

A few breaths later, Chen Fan descended from the clouds, stopping a hundred feet above the golden pool that the seven great masters longed for.

The pool water shimmered with golden light, emanating divine radiance, and faintly echoed with the cries of a divine phoenix and the rolling of a golden dragon—a magnificent spectacle. The halo spread, exuding an alluring imperial fragrance that seemed to entice the Divine Soul, as if a single sip would grant Ascension immortality in broad daylight.

The Black-and-White Millstones in Chen Fan's eyes spun slightly.

That layer of sacred and extraordinary Golden Rosy Clouds faded away in an instant in his eyes.

There's no such thing as nectar or ambrosia.

Beneath the deep pool lies an Abyss, blood-soaked abyss!

The well was filled with filthy corpse blood that had been sealed for countless eons. Dark red corpse demons churned and boiled. The divine glow in the sky was nothing more than an illusory reflection of light projected from the upside-down black tower overhead.

In the muddy ground at the edge of the blood well, Chen Fan even saw a neatly cut section of the golden thread of Pure Yang Horsetail Whisk, and half of a white bone Sword Hilt corroded into charcoal by the will of death.

The whisk of Reverend Heavenly Balance, and the sword accessory of Void-Soaring Sword Venerable.

The two Great Vehicle figures who dominated the cultivation world clearly lost their minds the moment they approached this place, and before they could even unleash their natal Spirit Treasures, they were drawn into an unknown and desperate situation.

"Some people dare to jump into an illusion made from the bone marrow of the dead."

A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of Chen Fan's lips.

Those who cultivate the Tao seek longevity, and the more powerful and experienced a cultivator is, the heavier their inner demons become. When faced with so-called opportunities to become immortal, they are often more easily blinded than ordinary people.

He looked up at the top of the deep pool.

The inverted Black Ancient Tower, like a jet-black divine sword, hangs straight down from a height of ten thousand feet, its tip almost touching the surface of the blood well.

The entire ancient tower was forged from an unknown Beyond the Heavens Ink Meteorite. Its body was covered with bluish-black vein-like patterns, which undulated and pulsated slightly, as if it were not an inanimate object, but a Primordial Era being that had lived for several epochs.

The tower spans a radius of three thousand miles, where all is silent.

There was no wind, no howling of malevolent energy, and even the trajectory of suspended dust particles was completely fixed.

This is an absolute stillness. Any sound, thought, or life force that enters this realm will be directly erased by an unseen force.

Chen Fan concealed his aura, and with bare feet, he walked as if on flat ground towards the heavy double stone door at the bottom of the black tower.