Chapter 633: The Worlds That Guard the Core

As the light surrounding them faded, Ning Wanzhu and Ming Yu stopped at the boundary of the Second: Deep Abyss Realm.

Both carefully observed the unfamiliar region just beyond the threshold, refraining from any hasty action.

At first glance, beyond the boundary lay only a hazy expanse, indistinguishable from the two realms already encompassed by the Immortal Net.

But upon closer sensing, one could feel that beyond the boundary of the Second: Deep Abyss Realm lay something both chaotic and alien.

As if countless concepts had been brutally fused together, resembling the primordial state before creation, when yin and yang had not yet separated…

Even more disordered than that!

“Without the Immortal Net’s protection, finding the Deep Abyss within this vast sea of chaos would be no small challenge,” Ning Wanzhu murmured.

Their path offered no aid for traversing the sea of chaos, and their cultivation realms had not yet reached the True Insight of Dongzhen.

If left to themselves, merely arriving here would take at least a hundred years.

“He must have had an arduous journey…” Ming Yu sighed softly.

Though the Deep Abyss had reached Dongzhen, his path was especially suited for traversing the sea of chaos.

Yet he was no true immortal, unable to walk through it as effortlessly as the ancestral true immortals.

Over these years, he had endured boundless solitude in the sea of chaos while groping forward…

The Deep Abyss’s homeland…

Countless thoughts stirred within her, yet quickly settled; a flicker of resolve appeared in Ming Yu’s eyes.

“Let’s go!”

“Mm.”

Immediately, the two crossed the boundary, truly entering the alien realm!

Almost in an instant!

Immense pressure surged from all directions, and their senses seemed to twist and malfunction.

Up and down reversed; front and back lost order.

Before their eyes, around them, even their own bodies felt repeatedly compressed and stretched, as if an endless torrent of chaotic energy surged forth, containing every color of existence.

A single line apart—worlds apart!

Fortunately, this state did not last long; after slight adjustments, the two adapted to these strange sensations.

Though not yet Dongzhen, they were still Masters of Tongxuan; even without the Immortal Net’s aid to activate “Perception Ascension,” they could adapt on their own.

It would merely take a little longer to adjust.

“So this is the alien region…”

Both women simultaneously thought this as they stabilized.

If measured against the regions where they had previously established Immortal Net nodes, they now felt as if they had descended into the bottomless depths of an ocean.

Every movement was a thousandfold more difficult than before!

According to their master and the Spirit Ancestor’s words, the “alien region” referred to places beyond the gaze of true immortals.

Everything here was “unknown” and “disordered”; every action required them to sense and comprehend what they touched, to minimize the alien region’s influence upon themselves.

Recalling Ning Ruo’s instructions, Ming Yu calmed her mind and sensed for a long while, then cautiously raised her hand.

Huhu~

Thin strands of chaotic energy curled around her fingertips.

A small portion, drawn by her surrounding Dao essence, coalesced as she understood this region, forming one after another impossibly weak worlds.

Fragile, minute.

They collapsed almost the instant they were born.

Worlds born from a single thought, extinguished the moment the thought faded…

Ming Yu felt a flash of insight, then retracted her Dao essence and lowered her hand, gazing ahead:

“Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

A realm’s scope was vast, and their every motion was no longer as effortless as before.

One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred main nodes, each requiring one hundred twenty-eight auxiliary nodes for support…

The workload was immense.

“Indeed, no wonder Master told us not to rush.”

As she spoke, Ning Wanzhu suddenly formed a sword finger; a faint crimson glow, like a spark of flame, slowly ignited at her fingertip.

Though exceedingly weak—as if a breeze could snuff it out—it caused the surrounding chaotic energy to churn violently the moment it appeared.

As if repelled by an irresistible, terrifying force, the chaos surged outward in all directions.

It was her drawing upon a sliver of power from the core of the Taixuan Immortal Net.

“First, let’s map the scope of this realm.”

As she finished, Ning Wanzhu pointed forward!

Zong~!

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out sharply through the boundless sea of chaos; a crimson thread tore through the chaos, making the surrounding void tremble.

The two watched intently.

Long moments passed…

The crimson thread reached its distant end and vanished; all returned to stillness.

No anomalies occurred; both exhaled in relief.

“No issues.”

This technique primarily checked whether any Cang Clan members existed within the designated realm, or if any worlds within it had been influenced by the Ancients or Xuan.

“It would be wonderful if we could constantly draw upon Immortal power…”

Ming Yu gazed longingly at the chaotic energy still unsealed before them.

“Indeed,” Ning Wanzhu smiled faintly. “But having even a few chances to draw Immortal power is already quite fortunate.”

The Immortal Net was built upon the power of the Sword Ancestor.

Yet the Sword Ancestor bore an immense burden.

He must maintain stability in the two previous realms, constantly monitor the frontlines of the starry battlefield, and seek suitable worlds to guide the birth of “Ascenders”…

He must even, in moments of crisis, pull them back to the Taixuan Realm.

To spare even a fraction of power for them to establish Immortal Net nodes was already extraordinary.

“I was just saying…”

Ming Yu knew full well what Ning Wanzhu meant.

The Ancestors all had urgent duties; the only one with even slight freedom was Ancestor Xiang Yuanjun.

But even that was relative—Central Continent still could not do without her…

And to rely on Ancestor Xiang Yuanjun’s power to protect themselves would be no different from seeking death!

“Let’s begin.”

Ming Yu stepped forward, yet her movements were like wading through mud—each step agonizingly slow.

She intended to first clear a region and establish the first main node.

Before she had taken more than a few steps…

“Wait!”

Ning Wanzhu’s voice carried urgency and disbelief.

Hm?

Ming Yu turned back.

“Look over there!”

Following Ning Wanzhu’s gaze, beyond the designated realm boundary—

In the hazy chaos, faint blue starlike points flickered one after another, dimming and brightening irregularly.

Like a river of stars fallen into chaos, the heavens’ constellations blinking in unison.

“That’s…” Ming Yu frowned.

“Worlds!” Ning Wanzhu’s tone was absolute.

They were worlds that revealed themselves openly, radiating their light without restraint in this vast sea of chaos!

Among these many worlds, one star shone with exceptional brilliance.

If the other “stars” were barely visible, discernible only through the crimson thread’s severing of chaos and the Immortal Net’s enhanced perception…

Then the central, encircled “light” blazed brilliantly, radiant as a luminous pearl!

A Great World!

At minimum, a Great World of He Dao level!

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Nightfall, yet the inner grounds of Lingyin Workshop were bathed in daylight.

The Divine Tree loomed tall, its branches and leaves of lustrous white jade gently clashing and chiming like bells, refracting interwoven beams of seven-colored light—magnificent and dreamlike.