Slaughtering into the Heaven-Hunting Secret Realm!

The immortal ship traveled through the turbulent void currents for a full seven days.

Li Qingshan stood on the deck, gazing through the ship's law-light barrier at the dazzling, ever-shifting currents of space outside.

Jiang Lingsu stood quietly beside him. Those hollow eyes reflected the bizarre sights of the void, and the corner of his lips held a faint, elusive smile.

"Second Senior Brother, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Lingsu did not turn his head. His voice was gentle as jade. "Chaos. The void is chaos, the currents are chaos, light is also chaos. Chaos is everywhere; people simply cannot see it."

Li Qingshan had already grown used to his second senior brother's way of speaking.

Over the past few days, he had discovered that Jiang Lingsu was indeed, most of the time, as Chu Yingluo had said—"more or less sane."

As long as he did not trigger that closed loop of chaotic-origin logic, he was a quiet, mild-mannered cultivator, even one who was excessively refined.

But the moment keywords such as "chaos," "ants," or "Dao" were touched upon, he would instantly switch into a crazed state.

On the evening of the seventh day, the immortal ship passed through the last stretch of spatial turbulence, and the view before them suddenly opened up.

A barren mountain range stretched beneath the sea of clouds. There was not the slightest trace of life within the mountains, and even the immortal spiritual energy was so thin it was nearly nonexistent.

Amid the peaks, they could vaguely make out the ruins of ancient structures, remnants left behind in some unknown era.

Zhao Cangming put away the immortal ship, and the thirty true disciples landed atop the flat summit of one of the mountains.

Almost at the same moment, several piercing whistles came from