The scenery around the Starry Chen Zhan instantly became bizarre and fantastical, as if stepping into the chaotic origin of the universe at its beginning, when all paths were still uncertain.
The colorful streaks of light were no longer simply flying backward; they seemed to come alive, entwining, intertwining, and colliding, sometimes transforming into the phantoms of roaring ancient ferocious beasts.
At times, it coalesces into a hazy, indistinct scene of Immortal God rituals, but ultimately dissipates and returns to the most fundamental lines of law, dancing wildly.
This step is not merely a spatial leap, but more like going against the flow of time and breaking free from the constraints of some inherent order.
The familiar landscape of the Eastern Land shrank dramatically in view, instantly transforming into a miniature painting before being submerged by surging chaotic energy.
The vast and boundless Human World continent, its outline also blurred rapidly in perception, like ice and snow thrown into boiling water, melting into nothingness.
The layers upon layers of the Heavenly Realm barriers, divided into different levels, now seemed like child's building blocks beneath his feet, easily pierced and left behind.
Even the Heavenly Realm protective barriers behind the barrier, which were faintly visible and emanating powerful fluctuations, were too slow to react, or rather, they were completely unable to detect any trace of his passage.
He soon found himself traversing an ancient nebula ruin, a place that seemed to be the remnant of an ancient battlefield between gods and demons, with shattered star fragments floating around like the bones of giants.
Some massive, mountain-like skeletons still bear terrifying traces of Dao wounds, exuding an ancient and desolate stillness. Occasionally, fragments of vengeful spirits, shrouded in stardust, rush towards them.
Before it even got close, it was reduced to nothingness by a wisp of energy naturally flowing around Chen Zhan.
After traversing the nebula for an unknown period of time, Chen Zhan entered a surging river of cosmic energy. This river was colorful and formed from the purest primordial power.
The multicolored aurora, like a veil with consciousness, attempted to entwine and assimilate his body, the energy contained within being enough to instantly burst the God King.
When this force touched the area within three feet of Chen Zhan, it was gently yet firmly repelled by an invisible yet absolute force.
Like a stream encountering an ancient rock, unable to be stained even a trace of its fabric, it can only helplessly flow away.
His pace was unhurried yet incredibly fast, exceeding the limits of his thought process.
They traversed countless star fields and crossed countless endless Void that would normally take God King tens of thousands of years and God Emperor hundreds of years to cross.
Some naturally formed treacherous star-sky places, which could trap and kill even a royal-level expert, are like smooth roads in front of him. He can step over them with one step and all dangers will disappear.
The concepts of time and space become blurred, distorted, and even completely invalid in some areas.
Only Chen Zhan's unchanging and profound aura, like a beacon in the darkness and nothingness, became the sole and absolute coordinate in this rapidly changing and bizarre background.
His very existence seems to be interpreting some kind of timeless and Eternal principle.
Finally, when the dazzling, time-space flow that had caused the God Emperor to lose his way for Eternal gradually subsided and stabilized.
He had found himself in an incredible place that was completely beyond common sense and enough to shatter the mind of anyone who had never seen it before.
What lay before them was neither any of the starry secret realms they had imagined, nor some lost world hidden in the Border Wasteland the starry sky.
It is the sea.
A vast ocean, so immense and awe-inspiring that words cannot describe even a fraction of its size, filling the entire star field!
Its existence is itself a paradox, challenging all known rules of the starry sky.
The cosmos should be a vacuum, governed by stable laws, so how could such a vast, boundless, and turbulent "ocean" exist?
This goes against the most basic common sense.
The seawater was an extreme "black," a color that seemed capable of swallowing all light and hope.
It was as deep as liquid solidified from the eternal night.
It's like the final base color remaining after all colors and light have been completely absorbed and annihilated.
This pitch-black "sea surface" is not absolutely dark; instead, it reflects the starlight of the heavens, as if countless star cores, unwilling to be extinguished, are buried deep in the ocean.
Like a rift leading to a world of pure light, a dark and eerie glow stubbornly refracts through the extreme blackness.
Light and darkness coexist here in a contradictory yet unified way, creating a serene beauty that is unsettling.
Its vastness surpasses even the boundaries that Immortal God can fathom.
Chen Zhan stood on its "shore." If this boundless expanse had a boundary, his divine sense could cover an entire Human World with a single thought, yet he was still unable to discern the edge of this black ocean!
An individual standing before it is not even a drop in the ocean, let alone a speck of dust.
That sense of insignificance and awe, stemming from the instinct for life, is like a cold tide, enough to shatter the moral compass and destroy the soul of anyone with a weak mind.
This "sea" is so vast that it rivals the size of a complete and boundless star field!
It exists here quietly, as if it has been since the beginning of time, the final destination of the dark side of the starry sky, and the starting point of some unknown origin.
The scene, which stirred the mind and even filled one with dread, was still in the sea, as revealed by divine sense.
It turns out that in the pitch-black seawater, which was also reflecting starlight, there were actually ancient stars that were real and enormous, floating and drifting within it!
These stars vary in size and shape.
Some still retain relatively intact spheres, their surfaces riddled with pits and craters, bearing the traces of mountains and rivers once inhabited by life.
Now it only emits a dim yet enduring ancient glow, like the last breath of a dying behemoth;
Some are already dilapidated, broken into huge continental plates with jagged edges.
Clinging to the lingering flames and destructive energy of the star's core, it rolled slowly with the black waves, like a struggling prisoner;
Even more extreme, they seemed to have been forcibly melted and transformed by some incomprehensible force, turning into strange mountain-like shapes, giant beast skeletons, or even blurry weapon forms.
Standing silently or lying beneath the sea, they exude an unchanging sense of vicissitude, sorrow, and resentment.
These stars, which should have been Eternal orbiting in the Void of the starry sky and representing the rise and fall of a world, have now become "islands" in this black ocean, "reefs" drifting with the current!
This scene was shockingly blasphemous and subversive.
Looking up, there was an even deeper and more chaotic backdrop of stars.
Many more large stars, beyond the scope of this sea of stars, move along complex and mysterious trajectories in the higher "sky," forming a dynamic and boundless starry sky.
These stars, some as blazing as the sun, some as cold as the moon, some as lifeless and dim, together enact the cycle of birth and death in the starry sky.
The map is not Eternal; occasionally, an aging star may reach the end of its life cycle, either disturbed by some invisible gravitational force or completely exhausted of its own energy.
Suddenly detached from its original trajectory, carrying with it the final, magnificent, and devastating destruction of being consumed, like a falling fiery giant, it crashed down into the black sea of stars below!
"Boom!!!!!!!"
The magnificence and terror of a star falling into the sea are indescribable!
The black seawater was pushed aside by unimaginable force, forming a huge crater with a diameter large enough to contain several stars, as if a bottomless pit had been forcibly smashed into the surface of the starry sea!
Immediately afterwards, the boundless seawater squeezed and rebounded inward at a speed beyond comprehension, forming a terrifying ring-shaped wall of water high enough to touch the orbits of the stars above!
This wall of water was entirely composed of that mysterious black seawater, containing scorching fragments of stars, boiling stellar core matter, and destructive energy shockwaves that swept outwards in all directions!
Wherever the waves passed, space was easily twisted and torn apart like thin paper, emitting a deafening roar as if countless worlds were collapsing simultaneously.
The energy fluctuations contained within were so strong that they were enough to make even a newly ascended God Emperor Realm expert change color and retreat, and for the first time, a trace of solemnity flashed across Chen Zhan's usually calm eyes.
Stars become islands, fallen stars become waves!
These unprecedented and unseen primordial wonders are filled with the vastness and mystery of ancient legends, and a kind of almost cruel, magnificent beauty where destruction is rebirth.
This place is like a junkyard in the starry sky, burying the remnants of countless worlds;
It is yet another cradle of the unknown, where, amidst the extreme stillness and destruction, the most primal and original glimmer of life seems to be hidden.
Chen Zhan stood still for a long time, like an ancient reef, letting the aftershocks of the energy storm generated by the falling star, powerful enough to annihilate God Emperor, sweep past from afar.
The wind blew his simple blue robes, making them flutter, but it couldn't make him sway in the slightest, and not even the hem of his robes was torn.
His gaze, like two ancient lamps capable of seeing through all illusions and the true nature of things, slowly swept across this boundless sea of stars.
The divine sense, like invisible mercury or the most delicate tendrils, cautiously probed into the pitch-black "seawater".
Immediately, a sense of power that was extremely ancient, extremely obscure, yet unimaginably vast surged into my heart.
This power is not simply about death and destruction, although it does indeed contain the connotations of Return to the Ruins and ending;
It carries with it a sense of primordial chaos, before the separation of heaven and earth, as if it were the starting point of all laws and the ultimate destination of all things.
This power is of an extremely high level, yet it is also extremely chaotic and disordered, filled with various conflicting and unformed fragments of laws, like a chaotic egg before the creation of heaven and earth.
Even with Chen Zhan's abilities, after his divine sense penetrated a certain distance, he felt a kind of stagnation and pressure, as if he were moving against the flow of viscous silt of time and space.
A faint, almost imperceptible tremor stirred deep within my soul—a primal response to the unknown and to forces beyond comprehension.
As far as the eye could see and the mind could perceive, there were no signs of life in the conventional sense.
It's as if this sea of stars, by its very existence, rejects the birth and existence of conventional life, a "realm" that has returned to its most primal and original state.
Time seems to lose its sense of speed here.
Chen Zhan stood there quietly, observing for an unknown period of time—perhaps a moment, or perhaps several years in the mortal world.
His aura gradually resonated with this sea of stars, and the turbulent energy currents around him seemed to calm down slightly because of his presence.
This place was a secret starry sky place that he accidentally found when he was still in the Chen Family in the Heavenly Realm. He gained a great opportunity here, and this time he brought Li Qingshan's Innate Spiritual Light here by following a clue in the dark.
Finally, a look of understanding and determination flashed in his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sea itself.
This place, though containing both vitality and the potential for chaos, lies hidden beneath endless desolation and destruction.
But for a Innate Spiritual Light that has been severely damaged and nearly annihilated, it is the perfect breeding ground for a miraculous rebirth and a rebuilding from the ashes.
It is a Fortune of hope hidden within a crisis.
Only by harnessing the most primal, chaotic, and fundamental power of this place can we wash away old wounds, reshape our true spirit, and glimpse the dawn of new life amidst destruction.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upwards, a faint light flashed, and an object quietly appeared.
It was a Small Bronze Coffin.
The coffin was less than ten feet long, and its entire body was a dark blue color that had been precipitated over countless years. It was simple and unadorned, without any dazzling runes or divine light flowing through it. It was as plain as the work of an ordinary craftsman.
Only on the coffin walls were some extremely blurry, ancient patterns that seemed to be on the verge of being erased.
Upon closer inspection, one can see the orbits of the sun, moon, and stars, their cycles of birth and death, and the hazy phantoms of gods and demons bowing in worship. Deeper still, there seems to be a hazy scene of the worship of all spirits and the cycle of heaven and earth.
An aura of desolation, mystery, and destiny that transcends millennia naturally emanated from the coffin, causing the surrounding turbulent black seawater to seem to quiet down for a moment.
It hovered silently in front of Chen Zhan, seemingly heavier than the ancient stars that floated and sank in the sea of stars, carrying some unspeakable Cause and Effect and effect and mission.
Chen Zhan's gaze fell on the almost dormant, faint Innate Spiritual Light in his palm, like a candle flickering in the wind, and a complex emotion that was extremely difficult to detect flashed across his eyes.
He carefully placed the Innate Indestructible Spiritual Light that represented all of Li Qingshan's past and future hopes into the Small Bronze Coffin.
The inside of the coffin was not a physical space, but a hazy, chaotic little world that seemed to nurture all the remnants of souls and true spirits.
The moment the light entered the coffin, something strange happened.
The faint, flickering light, which seemed on the verge of being extinguished, actually stabilized slightly.
Although the light did not increase, it seemed to have found an absolute sanctuary, isolated from all malice, chaos, and prying from the outside world.
An indescribable sense of "stability" and "return" is conveyed, like a traveler who has finally stepped across the threshold of returning home.
Chen Zhan no longer hesitated.
With a gentle wave of his arm, the Small Bronze Coffin, imbued with spiritual light, transformed into an inconspicuous stream of azure light, yet containing boundless Daoist charm, and left his palm.
It traced a graceful and mysterious arc, silently plunging into the vast, dark ocean of death below, where countless stars floated and sank.
"Thump."
A faint, almost negligible splash was barely audible against the backdrop of the roar of falling stars and the crashing waves.
The Small Bronze Coffin fell into the dark, mysterious "seawater".
It floated steadily on the sea surface, and the blurry patterns on the coffin seemed to glow slightly, creating a strange balance with the surrounding black seawater.
Immediately, an invisible ocean current, originating from the cyclical laws of the starry sea itself, quietly surged in.
It propelled the coffin, no more than a foot long, away from the "shore" where Chen Zhan was, and began to slowly accelerate its drift toward the unfathomable, dark depths of the starry sea.
Initially, traversing among the vast islands of stars, they appeared small and fragile.
But as it ventured deeper into the sea of stars, the ancient stars that floated and sank around it became increasingly enormous and dense, and the desolate, deathly aura emanating from the star remnants grew ever stronger.
The dark, star-studded seawater seemed to come alive, its surging currents containing unimaginable propulsive and spatial forces.
The speed of the Small Bronze Coffin began to increase exponentially!
It was no longer merely drifting with the current, but seemed to be locked in by some invisible orbit connected to the core of the starry sea, transforming into a streak of blue light that tore through the black sea!
The speed is getting faster and faster!
Later, the scenery around the coffin became blurred and indistinct, no longer clear stars and waves, but transformed into distorted lines of light and shadow.
Only those exceptionally large stellar remnants, like Demon Mountain in the darkness, flashed by.
Just as its speed reaches a certain critical point,
"Sizzle!"
A sharp, clear sound, like cloth being forcibly torn apart or space itself groaning in pain, suddenly came from in front of the Small Bronze Coffin!
The space in front of the coffin, as fragile as glass, was torn open by an extremely brute and precise force!
That was no ordinary unstable spatial rift, but a miniature Void passage that had been opened up and was briefly formed, with its interior shimmering with light and emanating stable and powerful spatial fluctuations!
At the other end of the passage, an even more ancient and chaotic aura faintly emanated.
Without the slightest hesitation, as if this were its predetermined journey, the Small Bronze Coffin flashed with a blue light and with a "whoosh," it completely disappeared into the suddenly appearing Void passage.
Only the slowly healing ripples of space and the still roaring black seawater remained in place.
Almost at the same instant, in another region of the starry sea, countless star fields away from here.
The space rippled like water once more, and the figure of the cyan coffin appeared like a ghost from another passage exit.
The seawater here is a deeper color, the floating stars are more ancient and dilapidated, and the chaotic atmosphere in the air is even more intense.
However, this was only a brief respite.
The moment the coffin appeared in the mortal world, it seemed to merely confirm its coordinates and slightly adjust its direction before being captured once again by an even more powerful undercurrent surging from the depths of the starry sea.
The speed surged again, tearing open a new, more stable Void passage ahead, and plunging into it once more...
This cycle repeats endlessly, leaping, flashing, and leaping again... This seemingly tiny Bronze Coffin is operating in a way that transcends light and conventional definitions of space and time.
In this vast, boundless, and perilous ancient starfield, a purposeful and almost frantic race is underway.
It traversed desolate, absolute darkness, where even the remnants of stars had turned to dust, bypassing broken stars that stared at it like the eyes of ancient demons, emanating an ominous aura.
Undeterred, they sailed towards the deepest part of the starry sea, a place even Chen Zhan had never ventured into, a place permeated with an even more ancient and chaotic aura, seemingly the origin and end of everything.
Chen Zhan's figure had already faded away the moment he threw out the Small Bronze Coffin, like ink merging into water, disappearing completely at the edge of this mysterious starry sea, as if he had never existed.
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