Samsara Hall, core Chamber of Secrets.
In this absolute restricted area, which is wrapped in endless dimensions of time and space and isolated from all outside prying eyes, the laws of time and space seem to have lost their original meaning. The top of Chamber of Secrets is not a ceiling, but a deep and magnificent illusory starry sky, in which countless tiny stars slowly move according to some mysterious formation trajectory.
In the center of Chamber of Secrets, a handsome young man with a strong oriental charm is sitting quietly on a group of auspicious clouds condensed by pure spiritual energy. He is wearing a simple purple robe embroidered with exquisite yin and yang fish patterns.
Under the auspicious clouds, what comes into view is a picturesque fairyland scenery: fairy islands are suspended in Void, with spiritual springs and waterfalls on the islands, and exotic flowers and plants blooming. The long-lasting mist of fairy travels between the islands, and from time to time there are a few snow-white cranes singing and dancing in the colorful rainbow-like glow. The picture is quiet and holy.
However, at this moment, this young man, who was respectfully called "Purple-Robed Daoist" by the outside world, had no intention of appreciating this private cave that he had opened up with his own hands and spent countless resources to build. At this moment, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes, which were originally as calm as an ancient well, were filled with overwhelming anger and a trace of imperceptible fear.
In front of him, a huge Water-Mirror Technique light screen was quietly suspended in the air. What was played repeatedly on the screen was the extremely tragic dimensional encounter that happened in "White Space" not long ago.
In the light curtain, thousands of arcane clones of Ian are showing an almost suicidal madness.
Those clones Blink are surrounded by a frightening arcane brilliance. They are not only destroying the defensive anchors Main God Space set up there, but also frantically casting various taboo spells that can tear apart dimensions. Every time they self-destruct, they will leave an extremely ugly space-time Black Hole in that pure white space.
"Damn alien barbarians... how dare you humiliate me like this!"
Purple-Robed Daoist squeezed out a cold and biting word from between his teeth. As the supreme leader of this Reincarnation Territory, this is the first time since he Fusion Main God Artifact that someone has so blatantly knocked on his door.
This sense of humiliation in which his authority was challenged and his territory was trampled on made him, who had always regarded himself as a gamer in the world, feel a surge of energy and blood, and he could hardly maintain his Transcendence Dao Heart.
Although he wished he could come to the battlefield immediately and wipe out the wanton Arcanist, the caution he had gained from wandering on the edge of life and death for many years - or an almost pathological instinct to cherish life, made him still clinging to Xiangyun.
He just stared at the light screen coldly, watching helplessly as those clones completely turned into embers in Void in the final gorgeous and devastating self-destruction.
It wasn't until the screen fell silent that Purple-Robed Daoist slowly spoke, with a murderous intent in his voice.
"System, is that Arcanist dead?"
[It has been detected that all invading clones have been completely eliminated.] A cold, mechanical voice without any emotion echoed in the empty Chamber of Secrets.
"Clone? I'm asking about his true self!" Purple-Robed Daoist's pupils shrank suddenly, and due to excessive force, his nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms.
[The real person is still alive, and his vital signs are currently extremely stable. No feedback on the death of his soul has yet been captured.]
Hearing this, Purple-Robed Daoist suddenly waved his sleeves, and the violent Spiritual Pressure instantly shook a pavilion below to pieces. He didn't understand why the alien mage, whom he regarded as a "barbarian", could possess such strange and powerful means.
What made him even more uneasy was the underlying logical judgment of the system - even if Arcanist really broke into the core Chamber of Secrets regardless of the consequences, without the blessing of the top rules of the home court, Purple-Robed Daoist's current strength alone, the chance of winning in a head-on confrontation was less than 40%.
He stared down at his hands. Although there were immortal laws flowing between his fingers, that kind of power gave him an extremely heavy feeling of stagnation.
Although the Xianxia system he practiced has the power to burn the sky and boil the sea, on this Void battlefield that is separated from the original universe and transcends Dimensional Barrier, his combat effectiveness has been forcibly weakened by more than one level due to his lack of adaptability to the rules of the alien world.
'I have always pursued the so-called "steady and steady".' Purple-Robed Daoist thought in his heart, 'I originally thought that not relying entirely on the system's initiation to forcibly upgrade the level, but tempering Dao Heart and solidifying the foundation through my own insights, is the right path to the highest level in the heavens.'
'But this lesson has sounded a wake-up call for me. In this forest of the heavens where the jungle preys on the strong and destroys galaxies at every turn, the so-called "foundation" and "state of mind" are nothing but a joke in the face of absolute power.'
He realized that in the face of those "legendary" beings like Ian who had mastered cross-dimensional plundering technology, his current progress was too slow. Trying to accumulate enough willpower Kazuma through regular reincarnation tasks was an extremely extravagant waste for him now.
'Originally, I didn't want my Daoji to appear too superficial, and wanted to leave it to be polished slowly in the future... But now it seems that if I don't become that "monster" today, I will die in the hands of that Arcanist tomorrow.'
Purple-Robed Daoist's eyes gradually changed from Wrath to absolutely cold and decisive. He decided not to worry about the so-called potential and sequelae. He wanted to completely activate Main God Artifact's highest authority and activate the "cheating" mode that goes against common sense.
He wants to use all the World Source Force currently hoarded in his hands to force the initiation, thereby starting an unprecedented violent upgrade path. Even if doing so will cause cracks in his Dao foundation, he can completely repair it by slowly devouring the origins of other worlds after entering a higher level and mastering the more advanced cause and effect Authority.
"Barbarians, this matter will never end here." He roared Ian's name crazily in his heart. This was the biggest loss he had ever suffered since taking charge of the Samsara Hall. Not only those Reincarnators who died in battle, but also the shame of having their dignity trampled on as Main God, which must be washed away with the other party's proud soul.
"The system will immediately start the cross-dimensional screening process to search for me the Nightmare Level plane with the most extreme environment and the most suitable place to hone 'willpower' on the edge of life and death. I want to cross that threshold in the shortest possible time, and then come down in person to let him understand what true despair is!"
Following his order, the entire core Chamber of Secrets began to tremble violently, and the originally peaceful fairyland scene began to collapse and reorganize. Countless complex time and space coordinates jumped rapidly in the water mirror light curtain, and finally locked on a coordinate point as dark as ink.
Purple-Robed Daoist slowly closed his eyes, and his whole body was surrounded by an extremely large purple energy with a strong aura of destruction.
At this moment, his extreme transformation officially kicked off, and the final showdown that affected all realms became even more unpredictable because of this variable.