Worried about the Founding Patriarch, Mo Fei didn't try to hold him back. He personally saw Meng Qi off Zhixu Mountain, then sealed off this world, cutting it off from the outside.
Meng Qi's figure flashed, and he appeared directly outside the realm where the Fusang Ancient Tree stood. He saw the towering ancient tree: its two trunks supported each other, its leaves resembled mulberry leaves, and it seemed bathed in golden flames. A savage, ancient, bloody, searing aura spread through the surrounding area, supporting a realm no smaller than the Real Realm.
Stepping through the breach, the ancient immortal realm unfolded before Meng Qi like a slowly unrolling painting—ethereal and otherworldly, yet blanketed in the dust of ages, rotten and lifeless.
Without stopping, Meng Qi followed the details deduced by Mo Fei and Huang Yao and went straight to the Fusang Ancient Tree. He sensed two different auras in its trunks: one heavy with supreme authority, the other profound and mysterious, as though two Primordial Emperors stood side by side, gazing down upon the current era.
His perception reorganized. His old understanding crumbled, and a new framework swiftly formed around him. What Meng Qi saw was now entirely different. The Fusang Ancient Tree was like the skeleton of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, rising amid boundless darkness, linking and bearing leaf after leaf, universe after universe, making even Legendary Great Powers seem exceedingly small.
Meng Qi went no farther. He stood quietly above a valley formed from the towering ancient tree's roots and branches. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, then settled one by one, leaving no trace.
He extended his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and wrote golden characters on the cliff face of the "valley":
"Jade Void Su Meng awaits Senior Azure