Jiang Zhu remained calm. Ten thousand streams of chaos energy cascaded down, turning the entire Minor World into a sea of white. Countless yin spirits and ancient corpses instantly turned to ash, revealing the passage to the Thirty-Fifth-Layer World.
He stepped into the thirty-fifth-layer Minor World. All was silent. Vast, magnificent palaces stood in orderly arrangements, a stark contrast to the yin spirits and ancient corpses that had run rampant before. A deathlike stillness pervaded this place.
Jiang Zhu strolled among the palaces. The enormous walls of the ancient halls bore many stone carvings. These ancient pictures depicted a single person, around whom all manner of myths and legends had sprung.
Statues of this person also stood within the ancient halls, but their features were indistinct, resembling both a Buddha and an old farmer, making them difficult to identify precisely.
"You've come!" A voice suddenly rang out from an ancient hall. A Daoist attendant who looked no more than eleven or twelve slowly emerged, yet his voice was exceedingly aged.
Just then, in another magnificent palace, a delicate-featured little girl looked down at Jiang Zhu from above and said, "You've certainly got some nerve." Her voice sounded like an old crone's, contrasting sharply with her innocent appearance.
"Leaving aside how much nerve I have, you two Yin Gods certainly have plenty." Chaos energy swirled around the Void Mirror in Jiang Zhu's hand, illuminating their surroundings.
"Insolence!" the two Daoist attendants shouted together. "How dare you act so outrageously in the Feathered Great Emperor's sacred ground! Don't think an Emperor Weapon lets you do whatever you please!"
"Oh?" Jiang Zhu smiled faintly. "Then the Feathered Great Emperor isn't dead, and he's right here?"
"The Feathered Great Emperor is eternally undying. Naturally, he has always existed in this world," the two Daoist