Chapter 639: The Authority of Kongji, the Ultimate Good

“A dead end,” Xu Xing said.

Hearing Huo’s explanation, he now roughly understood the fundamental principle by which Taiyi Realm achieved its transformation.

Using the light of the world as a bond, it orderly arranges the “chaos” within the Chaos Sea while unifying myriad realms, and through this method radiates its unique system into more realms.

When the radiated realms become vast enough, gathering the collective support of countless worlds, it would naturally cross that final abyss.

The idea was sound, and the method of advancement seemed reasonable at first glance.

But still, as before—

This matter is fundamentally wrong!

A unique cultivation system…

That means it must break free from its original transcendent order.

Yet now, Taixuan Realm sits at the apex, radiating across the Chaos Heavens; Xuan, the primordial being who attained Dao by nature, is the supreme entity who established the transcendent order.

Therefore, if Taiyi Realm truly wished to transform this way and ascend to a Dongzhen Great Realm, it must possess power capable of shaking—or even erasing—Xuan’s established transcendent order.

But is that possible?

The title “Ancestral of All Realms, Xuan” holds not a shred of falsehood.

Recall that in ancient times, even during the three thousand years after Xu Xing became an Immortal, humanity’s cultivation path remained the same: Taixi, Ningyi, Zhu Shen, Yang Wu, Yan Xu.

Even Xu Xing, having achieved True Immortal status, required three thousand years to shake the original transcendent order.

How much less so Taiyi Realm, a Tongxuan-tier entity?

“Countless methods exist for a world’s transformation, yet it chose a path that cannot possibly be traversed,” Xu Xing sighed.

The boundless, infinite Chaos truly contains every kind of world.

Xuan need not lift a finger—merely wait until the day Taiyi Realm accumulates enough to begin its transformation, and the existing transcendent order will crush it.

“Indeed.”

Huo was not among the top leaders.

But this was a matter of great importance, concerning Xuan’s Dao source path, so Xu Xing had specifically informed him.

“We’ll sort out Taiyi Realm later and correct it.”

At this stage, even they had no way to alter Xuan’s established transcendent order.

The limit was simply to develop an independent cultivation system that reduced Xuan’s gains from it.

Of course, Taiyi Realm was still a high-tier Great World, a Tongxuan-level entity just one step away from transformation.

Unlike the Earth Immortal Realm, it did not require rest and recuperation, and still offered considerable aid to the “Ascension Plan.”

As for what Huo meant by “sort it out”…

Taiyi Realm was not a world dominated by humans—this, of course, needed to be “corrected.”

“Brother, your Immortal Network spans two realms. If you expand its range further, would it…?”

“No issue,” Xu Xing shook his head slightly. “If the Immortal Network is built step by step, expanding node by node, it will not affect my state within Taixuan Realm.”

The power of a True Immortal is limitless.

Previously, he had feared that extending his power too far at once might cause the Dao traces left in Taixuan Realm to shift, giving Xuan an opening.

But as long as he did not massively project his power into distant realms all at once, the Dao traces he left in Taixuan Realm would remain unaffected.

“Is Taiyi Realm’s transformation imminent?”

“You could say that. In roughly a thousand years, Taiyi Realm’s accumulation will reach the threshold for transformation.”

A thousand years is an extremely long span for ordinary mortals.

But to a world, it is negligible.

“Good. That’s sufficient.”

A thousand years, at the current pace of Immortal Network expansion, is enough for the Taixuan Immortal Network to fully cover the realm where Taiyi Realm resides.

“Since Brother has a plan, I won’t say more.” Huo’s tone carried a hint of reluctance.

He seemed to regret not being able to handle Taiyi Realm himself.

“Farewell.”

“…,” Xu Xing fell silent for a moment. “Farewell, friend.”

With those words, Huo’s figure slowly faded, finally vanishing entirely before the Sword Ancestor’s Hall.

Xu Xing glanced at the spot where Huo had stood, then turned back to gaze upon Yu Jianzong, watching the clouds rise and fall below the mountain.

Given Huo’s nature…

If he truly ceased interfering with Taiyi Realm so obediently, that would be unnatural.

Among all sentient beings, who is without delusion?

Among the Thirteen True Immortals of Taixuan, his combat strength may not be the strongest, but in terms of cunning and secrecy, he is unquestionably the first.

Without doubt, regarding Taiyi Realm, he has concealed something…

“Enough.”

Though Huo harbored extreme hatred toward the demonic races and acted on whim, he still maintained restraint in matters of true importance.

Moreover, the realm where Taiyi Realm resides is extremely distant; the faint trace of power he had cast there, even if some residue remained, should not cause major chaos.

Hmm!

It should be…

Right?

…

…

Taiyi Realm.

Ning Wanzhu and Ming Yu, using the trump card Ning Wanyin had given them to activate Dongzhen power, successfully crossed the “Radiance Layer” formed by countless World Lights, pierced the world’s crystal barrier, and entered the realm’s interior.

Hummm~!

A cacophony of countless sounds poured into their ears; before them unfolded bizarre, surreal scenes.

Even though they were Tongxuan-tier, under the hyper-speed of Dongzhen power, what they could clearly perceive was extremely limited.

Yao Yue Tian.

Countless wolf-headed, humanoid werewolves howled at the moon, sprinting across a blood-soaked black-red battlefield.

Each one, fearless of death, charged toward the blood demons on the opposite side—winged, with sharp beaks and fangs, eyes glowing crimson, movements swift as lightning.

Jin Cheng Tian.

Towering palaces rose into the clouds.

Tall giants, nearly ten meters high and clad in armor, wielded whips and watched with mockery as the tiny, ant-like group below struggled under massive boulders.

A casual lash from their whips could reduce those tiny beings to bursts of blood mist.

Xiang Qian Tian.

Countless races vied for supremacy; fleets of starships waged endless war…

Thus, after an unknown duration, their forms, carried by Dongzhen power, pierced layer after layer of restrictions, passing through Taiyi Realm’s seventy-two “Lower Heavens” and thirty-six “Higher Heavens.”

Finally, the moment the Dongzhen power surrounding them dissipated.

The bizarre, surreal visions vanished from their eyes; everything grew clear once more.

Before them stood a sacred structure, towering into the heavens, nestled among snow-capped mountains, resembling a celestial palace.

As if carved from a single block of ice, its dome inlaid with nine thousand captured and compressed stars, radiating prismatic light under the sun.

Rows of translucent pillars lined both sides, each containing one figure after another—dressed in lavish golden robes, wearing imperial crowns, in absolute devotion, worshipping the celestial holy city ahead.

Even their hearts still beat within absolute zero, their muffled drum-like pulses resonating through the ice.

Within the holy city, a slender black spire rose higher than the city itself, piercing the heavens; a single beam of light shot from its peak, piercing through the world, seemingly resonating with countless realms beyond Taiyi Realm.

“Outsiders, welcome to Kongji Holy Domain.”