Seeking the Self Within

From the current perspective, the level of the Supreme Treasure is higher than that of all cultivators; otherwise, the Super Peerless would not be so wary of the Ascension Banner, the World-Crossing Sword, and the like.

The Round-faced girl's words confirmed Wang Xuan's guess: there was Great Realm that living beings could no longer reach, and could only gaze at the deep universe and sigh.

"At the level of supreme treasures, they are the crystallization of a mythical civilization. For example, the Immortal Realm Supreme Rule —the Old Testament—can be used as firewood to burn the scriptures and patterns contained in the endless classics of Supernatural Civilization, which may give birth to supreme treasures."

However, not all mythological civilizations leave behind lasting legacies; more often than not, they end in failure.

According to speculation, so far, during the long night of eternity, a total of more than a dozen mythical civilizations have appeared, none of which lasted very long and left behind only four or five treasures.

"The sixth and final Great Realm is called the Imperial Path," the Round-faced girl reminded them. In the Mental World adjacent to the alien realm in outer space, that civilization once forged the Dao Control Banner, but it seems to have disintegrated, and that treasure has disappeared.

Wang Xuan's expression changed. Each Great Realm had a name similar to a supreme treasure, which was interesting. He asked, "Could it be that there is another supreme treasure corresponding to Mu Tian?"

"It is said that there once existed a mirror called the Sky-Veiling Mirror," the Ghost Monk told Wang Xuan, which startled him. Such a thing really existed?!

Even when she was serious, the Round-faced girl face was chubby, but her eyes were quite big. She said, "However, some people say that it is still a step away from being a supreme treasure, while others say that it is broken. In short, there is no corresponding supreme treasure for the Mutian Great Realm now."

"What clues prove that the Sky-Veiling Mirror once existed?" Wang Xuan wanted to find out its whereabouts.

"It's been damaged for a long time, and the complete set can't be found. Most likely, only Zhang Daoling has a small piece of the broken mirror," the Little White Tiger said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan was momentarily lost in thought, and he also began to understand why Old Zhang always carried that rusty, broken mirror, liked to use it to spy on people, and often used it to hit people. That thing had such a powerful background!

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "As our Supernatural Civilization comes to an end, will it give birth to a supreme treasure, leaving behind a crystallization of mythical wisdom?"

The Ghost Monk nodded and said, "Of course, every civilization wants to leave its mark before it perishes, to prove that it once existed, but it is very difficult, and most civilizations have failed."

According to him, the moment of final brilliance before the curtain falls is the time to forge the ultimate treasure, and he also mentioned the Old Testament, which is related to it.

"Before the myths perish, the Old Testament becomes the fuel of the Great Way and the Civilization Fire, leaving behind traces unique to our civilization and nurturing treasures."

At this point, the Round-faced girl sighed. These powerful gods would eventually die; no one could live for long. Only the treasures could prove that they had existed.

"I have some confidence. What if we find a way out and soon create a new legend?" Wang Xuan said.

"What way out is there? Even Fairy Fang only reached this level at the end of the mythological era. Even she couldn't find a way out. She can't see any hope. Why don't you go and look for it?"

At this point, the Round-faced girl lost interest, and the Ghost Monk was similarly Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Although they knew Wang Xuan was extraordinary, it was too late. He hadn't even reached the level of Carefree Journey yet; it was all too late.

The Round-faced girl said, "It's a pity you were born in the wrong era. You are a young tiger with great potential, and although you have the qualities of a beast king, you don't have time to grow up."

"I suspect you're insulting me," Wang Xuan said, looking at her.

"How did I insult you?" the Round-faced girl glared at him.

"You're a tigress, so why are you calling me a cub?" Wang Xuan questioned.

"Roar..." The Little White Tiger was furious. Behind the girl, a white tiger phantom appeared, pretending to be fierce, baring its teeth and claws.

Wang Xuan reached out and pushed her round face aside, then pressed down on the White Tiger Dharma Body to dim it, preventing it from barking, as it was too noisy.

Huang Ming came again. He originally wanted to add water and personally greet them, but after seeing this scene, he quickly ran away. He decided it was better not to get involved, for fear of being silenced by the Demon Lord's most trusted confidant, Lord White Tiger.

"How dare you lay a hand on me?" The Round-faced girl was furious, looking ready to unleash her anger and teach Wang Xuan a lesson.

The Ghost Monk kindly reminded him, "In the mortal world, you can't beat him now."

Wang Xuan hummed a little tune as he went downstairs, in a cheerful mood. The Round-faced girl behind him was extremely indignant, but unfortunately, she really couldn't beat him and could only stare helplessly.

Walking through the rain and seeing the potholed and damaged areas on the long street, Wang Xuan's mood became heavy again. With extraordinary means, almost Shrink Ground into Inches, he walked out of Ancheng and returned to the Qing Mu's Manor. He was extremely serious the whole way. It was time to start making preparations.

Starting tonight, he will adjust himself, both physically and mentally, to reach a state of flawless perfection. He will have to go to the Misty Land within two days at the latest.

"We'll try to shock you all!"

That night, he sat motionless, his mind filled with images of battles at an unparalleled level, using them to inspire himself and gain insight into a higher level of understanding.

He even went out early in the morning to observe the remaining traces of battle outside Ancheng in the drizzling rain.

For the next two days, his mind was filled with images of Fang Yuzhu, the Demon Lord, Zhang Daoling, and others' magical forms and supernatural powers during their battles.

"Thinking too much and looking too far ahead is useless. I should just measure my own path with my own two feet!"

Late at night, Wang Xuan was clear-headed and ready to set off. As for his personal safety, the environment in the end times of the mythology was becoming increasingly harsh, and he needed great strength to change everything!

Wang Xuan had never taken this seriously before. In the past, when he was almost ready, he would go straight to the Land of Nothingness. This time, however, he was eager for success and could not allow himself to fail. The pressure was too great, so he paid great attention to details and wanted everything to be perfect.

"What is that?" In the moment when his mind and body were at their clearest, his primordial spirit shone brightly, like a lighthouse in the dark night, illuminating the way ahead. At the same time, he also saw the light in the distance.

A faint, blood-red chain stretched out from the depths of endless darkness, trying to approach him. Was it trying to lock his soul away?

He frowned as he watched the blood-red chain approach, emitting a faint light. He felt a strong unease; the chain seemed to be trying to bind him and take him away.

At this moment, he broke out in a cold sweat. It was like a terrible nightmare. He was fully conscious, but his body seemed to be out of his control, and he couldn't do anything about it.

However, as the blood-red chain approached him, it began to break, burn, and fade away from its tip, failing to get close enough to completely reach him.

"Huh?" Wang Xuan opened his eyes in surprise. What were those things just now?

He calmed his mind again, and in his most clear state, he sensed again that in the endless darkness in the distance, there seemed to be a pair of scarlet eyes watching him, and a blood-dripping chain slowly approaching him, trying to lock away his soul.

In another direction, there was a hazy light, and two shadows chanting scriptures. At first, it was a faint sound, but then it became a grand celestial sound, transforming into an invisible force that severed the dripping chain, preventing it from getting close.

Beyond the endless void, in the darkness, there are two lights. Is it the mysterious shadow of the one who uses the blood-dripping chain to bind him? And who are the man and woman chanting the sutra?

Wang Xuan was stunned. He thought the matter was temporarily over, but he didn't expect that the danger had never gone away and was always there. Those scarlet eyes were terrifying.

"What's wrong with you? You seem distracted. How are you going to break through the barrier in this state?" Chen Yongjie was surprised. He was there to protect him, but he noticed that Chen Yongjie was sweating profusely.

"I sensed something, something in the darkness, like someone coming from an endless, distant place, intending to harm me!" Wang Xuan described that state.

"Curse!"

"Ancient incantation!"

The two spoke almost simultaneously, recalling the records in ancient books: those with extraordinary talent, beings who have broken through limits, can sometimes perceive factors that are detrimental to them when in their most enlightened state.

In that clear and bright state, what Wang Xuan saw and heard was very real, but he did not see a shadow. Instead, he sensed the method used by the shadow, which was an extremely powerful ancient incantation.

"Did he perform a ritual to curse me?"

"That pair of shadow Daoist partners also performed a ritual, casting another ancient spell to help you resolve it."

After thinking it over, the two deduced the truth.

"No wonder they both told me not to wander around lately; the curse the shadows cast on me hasn't been completely broken yet!"

Wang Xuan's face darkened, and his mood suddenly soured. He really wanted to kill that mysterious person; he was too domineering and seemed to be everywhere.

He stopped, looking extremely serious, pondering whether attempting to break through in this state would have any adverse effects.

"If it weren't for that man and woman, I might have been harmed..." Wang Xuan was both shocked and furious. Being repeatedly exploited like a leek was really making him angry.

In that person's eyes, he was prey, a small herbivorous beast, posing no danger, and ready to be slaughtered at any moment.

"Stay calm. The best way to retaliate against him is to keep getting stronger. He can't do anything to me, and he'll be killed by me sooner or later!"

Wang Xuan reminded himself not to be anxious or afraid, but to take one step at a time on the road ahead. At least in this world, time was on his side!

He calmed down, and at the same time felt more and more that breaking through the limits was extremely important. In a state of clarity, he was able to discover those powerful malices in the darkness!

Old Chen said, "I'm afraid it's not just about breaking through limits. There should also be the factor of the Spiritual Heavenly Eye. It's originally related to the perception of the primordial spirit and intuition. This kind of eye is too special!"

Wang Xuan nodded.

"The spirit, the inner self, can detect threats beyond endless space and time, and can keenly awaken and extract those external dangers."

Those whose Spiritual Heavenly Eye has not reached the Ten Stages of breakthrough cannot perceive these things at all. He hadn't paid attention to them before, but now he felt it was very necessary to explore them frequently and seek inner enlightenment.

After waiting for several more days, Wang Xuan's mind cleared again, and he discovered that the blood-dripping chain had become faint and blurred, and was about to completely dissipate.

In the darkness, in that endless, distant land, those scarlet eyes began to slowly close.

"No, what's that? A golden light is rising up, dazzling in the darkness, revealing golden eyes that are cold and malevolent. Who is that? Is this ever going to end? It's slowly approaching; is another incident about to occur?"

Wang Xuan's face darkened. Were there really so many hidden threats?

The next day, he felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the golden light was getting incredibly close. He telepathically told Old Chen to leave immediately, and then stared at it for a while before making a decisive escape.

At that moment, he even had a feeling that the end of the world was coming.

Boom!

A huge curtain appeared on the spot, cracked open, and swallowed his house. A powerful figure suddenly attacked, trying to drag him into the immortal realm.

Wang Xuan stood in the distance, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Danger had never left; it was always there. His face was filled with murderous intent, and he longed to deliver the strongest counterattack.

On that day, when he looked inward again, he found that he was finally at peace, and there were no more terrifying eyes watching him in the darkness.

This time, he didn't hesitate any longer. Taking advantage of the brief moment of tranquility, he rushed directly towards the Misty Land to break through the barrier. Chen Yongjie and Qing Mu protected him.

"The Eleventh Stage, currently the most cutting-edge field in mythology, is a forbidden area in theory. How many people have ever set foot there is unknown, perhaps it has never existed. I... have arrived!"