The Chaos Sea is vast and magnificent, with countless worlds rising and falling, and time flowing by like a fleeting moment. Yet, within this eternally unchanging gray ocean...
The Astral Realm has only existed for a few thousand years.
A mere few thousand years is but a fleeting moment for the Eternal in the chaos. Yet, in these short few thousand years, the Spirit Saint Domain has transformed into a completely different landscape.
Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Heavenly Court stands majestically, even more magnificent and vast than during the war-torn years of the past. Nine layers of jade steps rise one after another, each step carved from innate white jade, engraved with countless profound runes, their light flowing and subtly resonating with the entire Heavenly Net. Palaces and pavilions stretch endlessly, their eaves and brackets piercing the clouds, golden bricks paving the ground, silver tiles gleaming, and thousands of auspicious clouds rising and swirling between the palaces, enveloping the entire Heavenly Court in a sacred and solemn Radiance.
Auspicious energy filled the space between heaven and earth.
The cranes soared through the sky, their feathers shimmering with seven-colored divine light, leaving behind trails of magnificent rainbows as they swept across the heavens. The phoenixes cried out, their voices shattering the clouds, their golden-red tail feathers trailing countless fiery flowers in the Void, each containing the laws of fire powerful enough to incinerate stars.
The Qilin roared, its four hooves treading on the clouds. Wherever it passed, auspicious clouds filled the air, and purple mist rose from the east. It was the unique peaceful aura of the auspicious beast that could revive all things and bring spring back to life to Kumu.
The white tiger roared, its voice shaking the heavens. Its snow-white fur shimmered with a cold, metallic luster in the sunlight, and its eyes blazed with an incomparably fierce killing intent. They were the most loyal guardians of the Heavenly Court, ready at any moment to tear apart any invading enemy for the Heavenly Emperor.
The True Dragon breathed fire, its ten-thousand-foot-long body coiled around the towering pillar. Between the opening and closing of its scales, dragon flames that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas shot out. These flames were not ordinary fire, but the Southern Ming Li Fire, which contained the true meaning of the primordial chaos and could burn the laws and melt the Void.
What an ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere!
However, it would be a grave mistake to think that this is merely a picture of a peaceful and prosperous era.
Carefully sensing the figures moving throughout the Heavenly Court —squads of celestial soldiers and generals, clad in pure white jade armor, their armor inscribed with countless runes, each resonating with the Heavenly Net, continuously supplying them with power. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, their eyes cold and sharp as knives, their bodies radiating the iron-blooded killing intent accumulated over years of battle. Even the weakest celestial soldier possessed an aura that had reached the level of Peak True God.
It wasn't just the power of the heavenly soldiers and generals.
Throughout the various palaces of the Heavenly Court, all sorts of terrifying weapons shimmering with celestial light were displayed. A long sword lay horizontally on a sword rack, its blade as black as ink, yet with a fine golden thread at its edge. This was Innate Spirit Treasure that had fused Chaos Gold Essence and Great Luo Immortal Iron; a single slash was enough to cleave a galaxy.
A long sword hangs in the sword pavilion, its blade as transparent as ice, with a tiny, slowly rotating star embedded in its hilt. It is a star sword forged from the core of an entire ancient star, capable of igniting the entire Starry Sky with a single thrust.
A long spear leaned against the side of the gun rack, its shaft as red as fire, with an inextinguishable karmic fire swirling around its tip. It was a weapon made from the spine of a chaotic beast, fueled by the souls of countless demon gods, and tempered for three thousand years in the Nine Heavens Profound Fire. It was enough to make even the Supreme God- level beings wary.
Further away, towering war fortresses, awe-inspiring throughout the universe, floated around the Heavenly Court. Each fortress was the size of a great plane, shaped like an inverted mountain, its entire surface covered with dense array patterns. The fortresses' surfaces constantly flickered with a ghostly blue light, as the Spirit Gathering Great Formation frantically absorbed chaotic energy and converted it into power. Deep within the fortresses, ancient stars were sealed, their vibrational frequencies manipulated using special methods to unleash terrifying Space-Time Power. Once activated, these fortresses could crush any invading enemy with Space-Time turbulence; even beings at the Eternal level would have to expend considerable effort to break through their blockade.
This is the Spirit Saint Domain as it is today.
This is the glorious Celestial Empire created by the Heavenly Emperor Logo over these thousands of years.
In the heart of the Heavenly Court, within the Hall of Soaring Clouds, a figure sat upright and solemnly.
Heavenly Emperor Logo.
He wore a dark black imperial robe embroidered with nine five-clawed Gold Dragon, each meticulously embroidered with chaotic energy as thread and the power of laws as needles. The nine Gold Dragon seemed alive, slowly swimming across the robe, sometimes raising their heads to roar, sometimes lowering their heads to exhale, each movement stirring the highest laws of heaven and earth. He wore a flat crown with twelve tassels hanging from its front, each tassel a miniature star refined from metal, emitting a gentle, non-glaring light. His face was heroic and majestic, with distinct features, as if carved by a knife and axe, every stroke exuding the aura of imperial dominance.
But what's truly chilling is his eyes.
Those eyes were incredibly deep, as black as Abyss, yet they seemed to reflect the entire Chaos Sea. Deep within those pupils, the birth and death of all worlds, the Samsara of heavens and earth, cause and Fate, destiny, and the long river of River of Space-Time —everything flowed and evolved at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. With just a glance, one could see through the past and the future; with just a thought, one could deduce billions of possibilities. That was the supreme divine power that naturally awakened after the Chaos Saint Body reached its peak, the supreme authority gained after deep fusion with the origin of the entire Spirit Saint Domain.
Wisps of chaotic energy rose up around him.
The chaotic energy, appearing as a hazy gray, seemed ordinary, yet contained the ultimate secret of "controlling and breaking all laws." It slowly rotated around him, constantly evolving into various phenomena—sometimes transforming into the sun, moon, and stars, radiating boundless light; sometimes into mountains and rivers, teeming with life; sometimes into birds and beasts, vividly lifelike; sometimes into swords, spears, and halberds, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. These phenomena were born, flourished, aged, and Destruction, then were born again, flourished again, aged again, Destruction again, endlessly cycling, as if demonstrating the birth and death of all things, the heavens, and the vast universe.
This is the supreme manifestation of the Chaos Saint Body.
This is the true cultivation level of the Heavenly Emperor Logo.
He closed his eyes slightly, ignoring all the disturbances around him, his entire attention focused on one thing—
Deep within his consciousness, in the Nether Realm Netherworld, an unprecedented and magnificent creation was slowly taking shape.
The Nether Realm Netherworld, boundless and endless, is shrouded in Eternity darkness.
There is no sun or moon, no stars, only Endless Nether Realm energy, permeating every inch of space like thick ink. That Nether Realm energy is icy cold, carrying a unique rhythm of death and Samsara. Any mortal being that comes into contact with even a trace of it will have its life force instantly drained, turning into a skeleton.
But deep within this boundless darkness, something terrifying is slowly coming to life.
From a distance, they looked like six enormous Black Hole.
They are arranged in an exquisite ring, connected by invisible forces, each Black Hole rotating at a different speed and in a different direction. Some are as fast as lightning, creating Berserk spatial storms as they rotate; others are as slow as snails, yet exude a heavy aura that suppresses eternity as they rotate. Six Black Hole, six different rhythms, six completely different paths of Samsara —the path of Heavenly Dao, the Asura Dao, the Human Dao, the Animal Dao, the Hungry Ghost Dao, and the Hell Dao.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Surrounding these six Black Hole are countless ghosts. These ghosts are densely packed and boundless, like a vast ocean, gathering from every corner of the Nether Realm Netherworld.
Some ghosts have serene faces, their bodies enveloped in a faint golden light; these are people who accumulated virtue and performed good deeds in their lives, destined for the Heavenly Dao. Some ghosts have ferocious faces, their bodies enveloped in a violent, blood-red aura; these are people who were brave and warlike in their lives, destined for the Asura Dao. Some ghosts have peaceful faces, their bodies enveloped in a grayish-white aura; these are people who were a mixture of good and evil in their lives, destined for the Human Dao. Some ghosts have blank faces, their bodies enveloped in a turbid aura of ignorance; these are people who were confused and ignorant in their lives, destined for the Animal Dao. Some ghosts have sorrowful faces, their bodies enveloped in a black aura of greed; these are people who were stingy and greedy in their lives, destined for the Hungry Ghost Dao. Some ghosts have distorted faces, their bodies enveloped in a crimson aura of karmic fire and sin; these are people who committed many evils in their lives, destined for the Hell Dao.
Further away from those six Black Hole, the Bridge of Helplessness spans the River of Forgetfulness, with the Three Lives Stone standing at its head, and the other shore flowers blooming on both sides of the river. The mandala flowers are a bewitching, poignant red, with blood-red dewdrops constantly dripping from their petals, each drop carrying the memories of a soul's past, present, and future lives.
After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness and drinking the Meng Po's Soup, all memories of the past life are forgotten, and one is then reincarnated into the Six Paths of Reincarnation to begin a new life.
However, none of this could overshadow the brilliance of the object that was taking shape.
At the core of the six Black Hole, in the deepest depths beyond the reach of all ghosts, the Bridge of Helplessness, the River of Forgetfulness Bridge of Helplessness, the Three Lives Stone, and the Mandala Flower, a perfect wheel is slowly condensing.
The wheel was shaped like a full moon on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, its entire surface radiating a soft, milky-white light. Its surface was devoid of any runes, carvings, or decorations, yet it gave people a sense of "perfection"—as if all the laws, the great principles, and the Truth of the world were perfectly embodied within this wheel. It needed no decoration, for it itself was the most perfect creation in the world.
At the edge of the roulette wheel, six hazy halos slowly swirled. These six halos corresponded to the six directions of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Each halo absorbed the primordial power of the world flowing in from all directions, transforming it into the power of Samsara, and then infusing it into the core of the roulette wheel.