Within the Journey to the West World, Meng Qi's figure appeared. He raised his perspective to the level where the light of his true nature resided and saw the void overlapping upon itself, overlapping everywhere. There was no distance between any two points; only the illusory River of Time flowed quietly, day and night without pause.
In this state, he directly "saw" the remnants of the Heavenly Court's fall and the destruction and disappearance of the Nine Heavens. He saw traces of the Twenty-Four Heavens scattering and drifting apart. Then he leaped upward, rising above them, as if to break out of the River of Time and enter the true Chaos.
As that feeling grew ever stronger and more real, a sudden brightness filled Meng Qi's vision. His sight was engulfed by an immortal realm shrouded in mist. There was no sun high above, yet the light never dimmed. The cloud sea beneath his feet was loose and airy, yet firm underfoot, as if he were walking beyond the heavens. Immortal birds and Auspicious Beasts were everywhere, along with spirit plants and Rare Flowers—species long vanished from the world, as though the Ancient Mythology Era had returned to the present.
At the center of the immortal realm stood an utterly ordinary palace. Above its entrance were three characters that could not be recognized, yet whose meaning came naturally to the mind:
"Doushuai Palace!"
The moment Meng Qi entered this immortal realm, he felt that the illusory Great Dao he had forged had nowhere to anchor itself, as if he had come to a "kingdom" that did not acknowledge such things.
This place had its own morals, its own laws, its own Dao!
"What brings Sect Master Su here?" Just as Meng Qi was taking in his surroundings and sensing the