The more powerful a cultivator became, the better they understood that the spacetime of the Shrouding the Heavens universe had never been a simple three-dimensional structure.
Beyond the primary spacetime that supported everything, the universe contained many worlds, large and small, attached to the main universe. Some were real, while others were rooted in illusion. Layer upon layer, they clustered and converged, together forming this infinitely vast and profound realm.
Standing inside the Desolate Pagoda, Yuangeng felt himself cross an unimaginable expanse of space in an instant. Countless hazy, colorful bubbles flashed past him. He could see clearly that every bubble represented a world, whether real or illusory.
Soon, the Desolate Pagoda seemed to locate an important spacetime node. It turned into a streak of light and slipped into a small coffin only half a person's height, then released Yuangeng, Cao Yusheng, the White-Clothed Female Emperor, and the others within.
"Whew!"
Inside the coffin was a small world independent of the Shrouding the Heavens universe. The instant Yuangeng crossed its boundary membrane, he felt as though his flesh and Primordial Spirit had undergone some kind of baptism. All the dark power clinging to them was washed clean.
"This is-"
As a transmigrator, Yuangeng already had a guess about this small realm, thanks to the half-height coffin outside. Still, he deliberately put on a slightly bewildered expression and asked the Netherworld Venerable, who stood at the front.
"A contingency left behind by an ancient emperor, and now the foundation of our Nine Heavens and Ten Earths lineage."
Hearing his question, Cao Yusheng turned with one hand behind his back and nodded to Yuangeng, a gentle, magnanimous smile of reassurance appearing on his face.
The Netherworld Venerable of this timeline was very different from the grave-robbing Cao Yusheng Yuangeng knew, who disliked