Guixu Mirror Corridor

With that, he reached out and lightly swept his hand across the stone table in front of him. The Dao principles and Divine Power contained within his Quasi-Emperor triple-heaven cultivation spread out instantly, permeating the entire space above the tabletop.

In a flash, spatial Dao principles emerged, the space warped, and a small world was opened up.

A small world, tens of thousands of miles in circumference, was crumpled and folded like paper by a child into a small piece. It then appeared like an ordinary, transparent glass box, resting quietly on the stone table.

And within this small world, which looked like a glass box, five small creatures resembling lizards were scurrying around in panic, completely different from their massive and fierce appearance in the sky earlier.

Fang Zheng found it quite interesting. Recalling a science fiction movie he had watched, he curiously asked, "Did you shrink them?"

"Is this space compression making the spatial scale smaller, or are they still somewhere else, with light and shadow projection casting their optical images, or have the gaps between the microscopic particles that make up their bodies been uniformly reduced?" Jiang Wen glanced at the blurry Block Person and replied with some surprise, "Senior Fang Zheng has quite insightful views on spatial Dao principles."

"This is a small world that I, a junior, opened up in the chaotic energy using the power of spatial laws. Currently, the great is contained within the small, and its spatial scale has been reduced."

Looking at the panicked, scurrying Flood Dragons in the "glass box," Fang Zheng said hesitantly, "Can... can you put me inside?"

"After all, I created them. I want to see if I can talk to them."

Jiang Wen's eyes flickered. "Senior wishes to converse with them? There's no need for you to go in personally. I will simply capture these little mudfish and bring them out."

Immediately, Jiang Wen's withered, wrinkled hand reached directly into the small world on the tabletop, which resembled a fish tank.

At this moment, the newly opened small world was filled with chaotic energy currents. The five Great Sage-level Flood Dragons were extremely enraged, letting out earth-shattering roars.

They simultaneously opened their massive mouths and spewed out streams of black light condensed from Yin Fiend energy. The five streams of light intertwined, their power increasing exponentially, attempting to shatter the space and break free from their restraints, but all attempts failed.

Upon seeing the golden hand that suddenly tore through the dim sky, the Flood Dragons' roars intensified. They even resorted to biting themselves, causing black blood brimming with immense Yin Fiend energy and Bloodline Power to gush out.

The blood instantly transformed into a cold mist, which then condensed into a vast dark cloud. The five cold Flood Dragons hid within the cloud. Accompanied by booming thunder, a pure black lightning bolt was born within the cloud. This was the divine ability named Taiyin Profound Fiend Lightning, inscribed in their bloodline!

This attack, which had drained more than half of their vital essence, subtly possessed the power to tear apart the space of this sealed small world. It surged towards the hand extending from beyond the heavens.

The destructive power of this Taiyin Profound Fiend Lightning had already faintly surpassed the upper limit of a Great Sage-level cultivator, touching the edge of Quasi-Emperor first-heaven in quality. It was enough to pierce through a galaxy like the Milky Way from one end to the other, destroying tens of thousands of stars in a straight line all at once.

However, with a "swish," the Taiyin Profound Fiend Lightning, imbued with destructive energy, struck the golden giant hand and was instantly extinguished like a tiny spark.

Although both Great Sage level and Quasi-Emperor triple-heaven are within the Immortal Platform Great Secret Realm, unlike the early stages where crossing realms to kill enemies is common, the further one progresses, the more insurmountable the gap between subtle realm differences becomes, like a chasm.

Great Sage-level cultivators need a formal strike to destroy a star, while Quasi-Emperors, even with the "Quasi" prefix, already possess faint ultimate power.

The Quasi-Emperor realm, which appears to be only a hair's breadth away from the Great Sage realm, is further divided into nine heavens. The gap between each heaven becomes increasingly vast, like a natural barrier.

Even just the first heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm, with a full-power strike, is enough to overturn a galaxy. Its emitted pressure, if not deliberately suppressed, can crush a Saint King-level expert to death.

The resistance of the five Flood Dragons against such power was even more pathetic than a mantis trying to stop a falling rock. It was like ants attempting to resist a meteor falling from the sky to destroy the planet's ecosystem.

Roars of utter despair echoed through this small world, and after being filtered by the small world, they reached the tabletop outside.

As easily as a fisherman catching earthworms, Jiang Wen flicked his fingers in the air. Silver Dao Patterns spread out like a spiderweb, the great contained within the small.

Under the spread of the Dao principles, the original small world collapsed entirely, transforming into a special, spirally nested structure.

This was a secret technique called the Guixu Mirror Corridor.

Before the five Great Sage-level Flood Dragons, coiled for thousands of miles, could even let out a roar, their scales and claws were folded deep within the overlapping spatial fault layers.

These five Flood Dragons, each thousands of miles long, had their bodies completely sealed within a spatial cage. Only an extremely small amount of power could break through, or rather, was allowed to permeate out of the spacetime labyrinth.

Any attempt to act required power transmission over hundreds of thousands of miles, weakened and repeatedly canceled out by the layers of spatial distortion within the spatial labyrinth.

Ultimately, only a fraction of power, less than that of a kitten or puppy, was allowed to pass through the Guixu Mirror Corridor.

Even more terrifying was the reversal of spatial direction caused by the layered weaving of Dao pattern runes.

Incoming grains of sand would become unstoppable meteors in the labyrinth, and a child's pat, after trillions of spatial refractions and amplifications, would become an ultimate distortion capable of collapsing everything.

These powerful monsters, who could shatter stars with mere physical movement, became as fragile as kittens and puppies under the Guixu Mirror Corridor.

At this moment, under the shroud of the spatial labyrinth, these five Flood Dragons were truly like five geckos. Even a mortal little girl could crush them into a paste by simply pinching them, using the structure of the Guixu Mirror Corridor to inflict terrifying damage.

For cultivators, such a sealing method was far more terrifying than directly severing their cultivation.

If one's cultivation were severed, becoming a mortal, one could accept being bullied without power.

But to be sealed in a spatial cage, with one's cultivation intact yet unable to cause any destruction while feeling one's own immense power, and even being abused by mortals with ordinary strength, was undoubtedly the greatest insult to a cultivator.

The next moment, five creatures resembling four-horned snakes were in Jiang Wen's hand. He tossed them directly onto the table.

Although the five small beasts were still terrifying in appearance, their bodies were petite, and their power was completely bound by this spatial labyrinth, unable to leak out even the slightest bit.

These beings, like "little geckos," could only stare at the "giants" around the table and roar incessantly.

Their previously deafening and immensely powerful roars, which propagated through space itself and could shake space and tear stars apart with a single shout, now sounded like the calls of kittens, soft and endearing.

Fang Zheng watched them roar for a while, listening to their cat-like sounds. He hesitated and then asked, "So... can you talk?"

"Can you understand me?"

"I created you."

"If you can understand me, what do you think of me?"

Unfortunately, they showed no reaction to Fang Zheng's words, only becoming increasingly angry.

After failing to attack the "giants" on the table, they even tried to self-destruct, but Jiang Wen suppressed them with a wave of his hand.

This couldn't help but make Fang Zheng feel a bit dejected.