Guixu Mirror Corridor

As he spoke, he lightly brushed the stone table before him. The Dao principles and Divine Power contained within his Quasi-Emperor Third Heaven cultivation instantly spread out, permeating the space above the entire tabletop.

In an instant, spatial Dao principles emerged, twisting space and opening up a small world.

A small world spanning hundreds of thousands of miles within, like a sheet of paper kneaded by a child, was crumpled and folded into a tiny piece, becoming what looked like an ordinary transparent glass box resting quietly upon the stone table.

Within that seemingly glass-box-like small world, five lizard-like little creatures were scrambling about in panic, utterly unlike the enormous and ferocious forms they had displayed in the sky earlier.

Fang Zheng found it rather interesting. Recalling science-fiction films he had once watched, he curiously asked, "Did you make them smaller?"

"Did spatial compression reduce the scale of the space, or are they still somewhere else and being projected here as an optical image? Or did you shrink the gaps between the microscopic particles that make up their bodies?"

Jiang Wen glanced at the faceless Block Person and answered with some surprise, "Senior Fang Zheng is quite knowledgeable about spatial Dao principles as well."

"This junior used the power of spatial laws to open up a small world within the chaos energy. At this moment, Mount Sumeru has been contained within a mustard seed, and its spatial scale has been reduced."

Watching the Flood Dragons scurrying about in panic inside the "glass box," Fang Zheng hesitantly said, "Um... could you put me inside?"

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

Jiang Wen's gaze shifted slightly. "If Senior wishes to speak with them, there is no need to enter personally. This junior can simply catch these little loaches and bring them out."

With that, Jiang Wen's skinny, wrinkled hand reached straight into the small world on the tabletop, which resembled a fish tank.

At that moment, chaotic currents ran wild within the newly opened small world. The five Great Saint-level Flood Dragons were furious beyond measure, letting out earth-shaking roars.

They all opened their enormous mouths and spewed black streams of light condensed from yin fiend power. The five streams intertwined, their might rising sharply as they attempted to shatter space and break free from their restraints, yet every attempt ended in failure.

When they saw the golden hand abruptly appearing through the torn, dim sky, the Flood Dragons roared even more fiercely. They even bit into their own bodies, causing black blood containing immense yin fiend power and vital energy to gush forth.

The blood instantly transformed into frigid mist, which then gathered into massive dark clouds. The five cold Flood Dragons concealed themselves within the clouds, and amid rumbling thunder, a jet-black bolt of lightning formed inside them. It was the divine ability engraved in their bloodlines: Taiyin Profound Fiend Lightning!

This attack, which had nearly drained more than half their Essence Blood, carried the faint might to tear open the space of this sealed small world as it blasted toward the great hand extending down from beyond the heavens.

The offensive power of this Taiyin Profound Fiend Lightning had already faintly exceeded the upper limit of Great Saint-level cultivators. In terms of quality, it had touched the threshold of Quasi-Emperor First Heaven, enough to pierce through a galaxy like the Milky Way from end to end and destroy tens of thousands of stars aligned in a single line at once.

Yet with only a soft pfft, the Taiyin Profound Fiend Lightning, brimming with destructive aura, vanished in an instant like a tiny spark upon striking the enormous golden hand.

Although Great Saint-level and Quasi-Emperor Third Heaven-level cultivators both belonged to the Immortal Platform great Secret Realm, crossing realms to kill enemies was no longer as common as it had been in the early stages. The later one advanced, the more even minute gaps in realm became chasms in energy level that were nearly impossible to cross.

A Great Saint-level cultivator needed a serious attack to destroy a star, while a Quasi-Emperor, though still bearing the word "Quasi," already possessed faint traces of ultimate Dao might.

The Quasi-Emperor realm, seemingly only a thin line beyond the Great Saint realm, was further divided into nine heavens. The gap between each heaven grew increasingly vast, like an insurmountable chasm.

Even a Quasi-Emperor First Heaven expert, striking with full force, could overturn an entire river of stars. Without deliberately restraining it, the pressure he emitted alone could crush Saint King-level powerhouses to death.

Before such strength, the five Flood Dragons' resistance was even more futile than eggs striking rocks. It was like ants attempting to resist a meteor falling from the sky and annihilating a planet's ecosystem.

Roars of utter despair echoed through the small world before being filtered by it and transmitted to the tabletop outside.

As easily as an angler catching earthworms, Jiang Wen flicked his fingers at the Void. Silver Dao Patterns spread out like a spiderweb, and Mount Sumeru became a mustard seed.

As the Dao principles spread, the original small world completely collapsed, transforming into a special spiraling, nested structure.

This was a secret technique known as the Guixu Mirror Corridor.

Before the five Great Saint-level Flood Dragons, each stretching a thousand miles, could even roar, their scales and claws had already been folded deep within layer upon layer of overlapping spatial fault lines.

The bodies of these five thousand-mile Flood Dragons were completely sealed within a spatial prison. Only an infinitesimal amount of their power could break through—or rather, was permitted to seep through—the spacetime maze.

Any attempt at movement required their power to travel hundreds of thousands of miles, where it was weakened layer by layer by the spatial distortions within the maze and repeatedly canceled out.

In the end, the only power permitted to pass through the Guixu Mirror Corridor was weaker than that of even kittens or puppies.

Even more terrifying was the reversal of spatial directions caused by layer upon layer of interwoven Dao principle runes.

A grain of sand from outside would become an unstoppable meteor within the maze, while a child's slap, amplified through trillions of spatial refractions, would turn into an ultimate distortion capable of destroying all things.

The powerful monsters that could originally shatter stars through the movement of their physical bodies would become as frail as kittens and puppies beneath the Guixu Mirror Corridor.

At this moment, under the shroud of the spatial maze, these five Flood Dragons truly resembled five lizards. Even an ordinary little girl could inflict terrifying damage by squeezing them in her hand, using the Guixu Mirror Corridor's structure to crush them into pulp.

To cultivators, such sealing methods were far more terrifying than directly severing one's cultivation.

If one's cultivation were severed and one became a mortal, it might still be bearable to lose one's power and suffer humiliation.

But to be locked within a spatial prison, retaining one's cultivation yet being unable to cause any destruction despite sensing one's own immense power—and even being slaughtered by mortals wielding ordinary strength—was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for a cultivator.

The next moment, five four-legged-snake-like creatures appeared in Jiang Wen's hand, and he tossed them directly onto the table.

Though the five little beasts still looked vicious and terrifying, they were tiny, and their power was completely bound by the spatial maze, unable to leak out in the slightest.

These "little lizard"-like creatures could only stare helplessly at the several "giants" around the tabletop, roaring without cease.

Their originally resounding, incomparably powerful roars had used space itself as a medium of transmission. A single roar could shake space and tear stars apart, but now they sounded like a few little kittens mewling—soft, tender, and oddly adorable.

Fang Zheng watched them roar for quite a while. Hearing those catlike cries, he hesitantly and conflictedly asked, "So... can you speak?"

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"I created you."

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

Unfortunately, they showed no reaction whatsoever to Fang Zheng's words, only growing increasingly furious.

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

This left Fang Zheng feeling somewhat dejected.