Mythic Strata, the Beginning of Change

Cold, dense fog churned ceaselessly before his eyes.

It was like passing through thick mud, making every movement sluggish.

Li Yan was not surprised. He had felt the same way last time. Thinking about it carefully, every time he took on a Living Underworld Messenger mission, the principle was the same.

The Underworld Bureau of the Netherworld, however, connected itself through the "Owl Zun" and the "Hooked Document," forming a stable passageway that allowed communication, the transmission of divine qi, and the summoning of Underworld troops.

Erlang Zhenjun's Nuo Mask was merely a prototype, and they had to proceed in secret to avoid being discovered and accused of violating the Heavenly Laws.

Before long, the dense fog before him gradually dispersed.

When his vision cleared somewhat, he found himself standing in a vast darkness.

It was as though he had entered the endless void of the universe.

The only things he could see were streaks of light shaped like branches ahead.

Li Yan knew that those were the small worlds within the Great Luo Dharma Realm.

The Netherworld, Pure Lands, Heavenly Court... and other existences from mythology.

But this time, he noticed something different.

Those patches of light looked like tree branches, but when he calmed himself and examined them carefully, they seemed more like another kind of structure:

An anthill!

Every patch of light had a core.

From that core, the other patches spread outward, truly resembling ants digging tunnels—crooked and winding, twisted and askew—ultimately forming those branch-shaped patches of light.

The Pure Lands, Heavenly Court, and Netherworld were connected precisely because of this.

Li Yan frowned slightly, his thoughts stirring.

For some reason, he felt that this was probably one of the secrets of the Great Luo Dharma Realm.

Whoosh!

Before he could think further, a powerful suction