Chapter 367: Star Chart Jade Disc

The blazing trajectory of the fire law, the condensing patterns of the ice law, the erupting moment of the thunder law, the folding form of the space law, the flowing imprint of the time law…… each law manifests its most essential, most primitive 'form' on the corresponding crystal surface.

Those forms are not static; they constantly change——the fire law shifts from initial ignition to blazing then to extinction, the ice law from condensation to solidity then to melting, the thunder law from accumulation to eruption then to dissipation…… the complete process of each law cycles and repeats on the crystal surface.

And in the gaps between the joined crystals, there is an even more complex, more profound sight——that is the 'compound law' formed by the interweaving, merging, and evolving of two, three, or even more laws.

Fire and thunder intertwine, becoming heaven‑burning thunderfire; ice and space fuse, condensing into an ice‑sealed void; time and life intertwine, evolving the cycle of life and death……

Each crystal is a tangible manifestation of a law's origin; each joint is a profound fusion of intertwining laws; the entire jade disc is a living primeval heavenly scripture written with 'law' as its characters.

"This… this is…" the Heavenly Derivation Elder's voice trembled, his whisk broom slipped from his elbow to the floor, yet he was oblivious. This old Daoist who had studied ancient formations for eight hundred years now looked like a youth just setting foot on the Dao, his eyes full of shock and longing.

He staggered forward a step, then abruptly stopped, as if fearing his breath might disturb this sacred presence.

"Law‑Imprinted Jade Disc…… it really is a Law‑Imprinted Jade Disc!" His voice rose higher and higher until he was almost shouting, "In the primeval legends, an ancient supreme being used unsurpassed divine power to imprint the 'origin form' of heaven‑and‑earth's laws, condensing it into a disc for later generations to contemplate! Such a divine object has been recorded only three times in the Spirit Realm's histories, and each time only the name was known, never the form! I never imagined… I never imagined that in my remaining years I would actually get to see it!"

The Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor scratched his head: "That thing is powerful?"

"Powerful?" the Heavenly Derivation Elder turned, his eyes blood‑red, a look that made the Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor step back, "Not just powerful! It is the supreme treasure cultivators dream of! Ordinary technique manuals record 'skills'; ancient lineages record 'laws'; but this jade disc records the 'Dao' itself—the very laws! To comprehend it for one day surpasses a hundred years of bitter cultivation!"

The Mystic Fox Lady gently waved her fan, her gaze shifting, unusually refraining from teasing. She stared at the slowly rotating jade disc and said softly, "I can sense that the Dao resonance contained in each crystal on it is enough for a Nascent Soul cultivator to contemplate for a lifetime. And here…… there are at least three thousand pieces."

Three thousand pieces.

Three thousand origin forms of laws.

That number left everyone silent.

Wang Ping gazed calmly at the jade disc; within his dantian, his Chaotic Nascent Soul slowly opened its eyes. The Fusang Seed trembled violently, the chaotic nebula pattern on its leaves wildly swirling, greedily catching every wisp of Dao resonance emanating from the disc.

And the wisp of 'Primordial Chaos' he had just fused with also throbbed lightly, as if responding to some summons.

"Heavenly Derivation Senior." He spoke calmly, his voice carrying an indescribable gravity, "We have little time. The envoy of the Pure World Court could arrive at any moment. Take as much of this law information as you can."

The Heavenly Derivation Elder shuddered all over, finally snapping out of his obsession. He drew a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Young friend, you're right. I'll begin recording now!"

Before his words faded, he sat cross‑legged on the ground, flicked his whisk broom, and dozens of talismans shot out simultaneously, sinking into the jade disc. The instant those talismans touched the disc, they turned into countless fine points of light, beginning to frenziedly copy the law trajectories reflected on each crystal's surface.

Wang Ping likewise sat cross‑legged and closed his eyes.

He did not use talismans like the Heavenly Derivation Elder, but directly unfolded his Chaotic Domain. Chaotic power, like invisible tendrils, slowly probed into the jade disc, establishing the most direct link with those law origins.

In an instant, countless streams of information flooded his soul—

The fire law told him that the essence of burning is not destruction but transformation; the ice law told him that the essence of freezing is not stagnation but tranquility; the thunder law told him that the essence of eruption is not destruction but rebirth; the space law told him that the essence of folding is not distortion but inclusiveness; the time law told him that the essence of flow is not loss but accumulation……

Each law was telling him its story, its essence, its Dao.

And the Chaotic Nascent Soul, like a greedy apprentice, frenziedly absorbed it all—sometimes turning into flame to feel the blaze, sometimes into ice to comprehend tranquility, sometimes into thunder to grasp eruption, sometimes merging with space to sense folding, sometimes drifting with the current to witness the passage of time……

Each transformation made its aura deeper, more rounded, and closer to the true face of Chaos.

And within the dantian of the Chaotic Nascent Soul, that wisp of 'Primordial Chaos' was quietly changing. It was no longer the initial elusive, intangible existence, but began to show a certain pattern—not the pattern of order, but the pattern of 'change' itself.

Chaos is not pure disorder.

It is the synonym of 'infinite possibilities'.

And on the Law‑Imprinted Jade Disc, Wang Ping saw countless manifestations of that 'infinite possibilities'.

Time, minute by minute, second by second, flowed by.

In the secret chamber, all was silent, save for the faint hum of the Heavenly Derivation Elder's talismans turning and the silent undulation of Wang Ping's Chaotic Domain spreading out.

On the other side, Cangxuan, Yuliuli, the Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor, and the Mystic Fox Lady stood before the four walls of the secret chamber, intently studying the vast star charts.

The star chart on the walls was even more shocking than the jade disc.

It covered all four walls, stretching from the floor to the dome, presenting a complete view of a boundless universe before everyone's eyes. Those stars were not mere points of light; they were drawn with exquisite precision—each star's size, color, and brightness accurately rendered; each star system, nebula, and star field's outline clearly discernible; every interstellar route, space node, and void rift plainly marked.

And what was most heart‑stopping was the scale of this star chart.

It not only contained the star field where the Spirit Realm lies, not only the known neighboring star fields, but stretched into unimaginably distant reaches. In the chart's central region, the Spirit Realm was marked as an inconspicuous dot; beyond it lay countless vaster, more brilliant star fields, like pearls scattered in darkness, silently gleaming.

"This… this is the whole universe?" the Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor stared wide‑eyed, unusually lowering his voice.

"No." Cangxuan shook his head, his gaze like lightning, scanning every corner of the star chart, "This is not the entire universe. It is the universe observed by the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers. Or rather, the universe they could observe thirty thousand years ago."

Yuliuli said softly, "Even so, this range far exceeds any star chart of the Spirit Realm. Look——"

She raised her hand, pointing to a spot on the chart.

There lay a star field bathed in a pale green halo; at its center a pale‑blue star shone especially bright, and beside that star was a line of ancient annotation.

The Mystic Fox Lady narrowed her eyes and read the line: "Yin Wood Azure Spirit Realm—life thriving, the Dao flourishing, a Unity cultivator seated in charge; recommended to keep under observation, no contact for now."

All four stared at once.

Yin Wood Azure Spirit Realm?

Isn't that…… the Spirit Realm?

Cangxuan said coldly, "In their eyes, the Spirit Realm is merely an object to be kept under observation?"

The Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor scratched his head: "Just how powerful were the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers back then? The Spirit Realm has a Unity expert holding the fort, yet they only said 'temporarily no contact'?"

The Mystic Fox Lady's gaze shifted as she said softly, "Don't forget, the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers were a civilization thirty thousand years ago. Thirty thousand years ago, it's unknown whether the Spirit Realm had any Unity cultivators. Moreover……" she paused, pointing to another spot on the chart, "Look here."

Everyone followed her finger.

That was a region starkly different from the Spirit Realm. There were no bright stars, only a dark void that seemed hollowed out; at its edge, countless shattered stellar remnants could be faintly seen, like a vast graveyard.

At the center of that void lay a line of dark‑red annotation.

"Return to the Ruins Slumbering Ground—high danger! Do not approach!"

Below it was another line of smaller, darker text, as if the writer bore some ineffable emotion:

The Chaotic Immortal Palace collapsed here, the Primordial Chaos leaked, causing seven expedition teams to be wiped out and three Unity elders gravely injured. This area's space is extremely chaotic, its laws deficient, its time flow disordered. It is suggested to permanently seal this area, prohibiting any entry.

Return to the Ruins Slumbering Ground.

The Chaotic Immortal Palace collapsed here.

Seven expedition teams were annihilated.

Three Unity elders suffered severe injuries.

These words taken together made the four's faces grow solemn.

Yuliuli softly said: "The Chaos Immortal Palace… isn't that the place Brother Wang explored before?"

Cangxuan nodded, his voice deep: "He mentioned before, deep in the Immortal Palace, there is a seal of the 'Primordial Chaos Source'. And there he indeed encountered danger—Yuying, to seal the rift, fell into eternal slumber."

Madame Xuanhu lightly shook her fan, a glint of strange light flashing in her eyes: "In that case, little friend Wang Ping managed to come out alive from there, even bringing back the seeds of the Fusang Tree and the Chaos Legacy… truly, his fortune is heaven‑shaking."

The Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor grinned: "That's right! Old Stone, the moment I saw him, I knew this kid wasn't ordinary!"

Cangxuan didn't respond; his gaze was fixed firmly on another region of the star map.

There, it is the periphery of the Spirit Realm.

But it is not the Spirit Realm itself; rather, it is the outer fringe of the Spirit Realm, those areas marked as "Desolate Star Regions" and "Dead Zones". In the Spirit Realm's understanding, those places lack resources, have thin spiritual qi, and are virtually worthless borderlands.

But on the star map, those regions are marked with another color——

Silver‑gray.

A cold, stiff, lifeless silver‑gray.

In the center of each silver‑gray area, at regular intervals, a special symbol is marked. The symbol resembles a closed eye, with a vertical fissure in its middle.

Beside the symbol, there is an annotation.

Cangxuan enunciated word by word: "Purification Sentinel Watchtower—Seventh Echelon, permanently stationed three Order Apostles, a hundred Order Puppets, monitoring range covering thirty‑seven surrounding star domains. Main mission: monitor 'Disorder' fluctuations, eradicate 'non‑compliant' civilizations, maintain 'Order' stability."

He paused, then shifted his gaze to another silver‑gray area.

There, the symbol is larger, and the annotation is more detailed.

"Order Bastion—Third Echelon garrisoned, permanently stationed twelve Order Apostles, one Order Warlord, a thousand Order Puppets, three Law‑Annihilation Cannons. Main mission: blockade the approaches to the 'Ruins of Eternal Slumber', intercept any attempt to approach the 'Primordial Chaos Source', and show no mercy to those who forcefully intrude."

"Third Echelon."

"Twelve Order Apostles."

"One Order Warlord."

"Three Law‑Annihilation Cannons."

These terms, like massive stones, weighed upon the chests of the four.

The Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor uncharacteristically fell silent; the heroic color on his face faded, replaced by solemnity… and a barely perceptible apprehension.

Yuliuli softly said: "Those three guardians we defeated earlier, according to Senior Guangying, are the result of the Purification Sentinel's 'Third Echelon' being corrupted by Disorder's power. Then… how strong is the genuine Third Echelon?"

No one could answer that question.

Madame Xuanhu drew a deep breath, her gaze continuing to scan the star map. After a moment, she let out a sudden "Huh?"

"Look here."

Everyone looked over.

"It is an area not far from the 'Ruins of Eternal Slumber', similarly marked in dark red, but the hue is lighter and the annotation more brief."

"Primordial Chaos Sea—suspected to be one of the sources of the 'Primordial Chaos Source'. In ancient times there was a 'Great Disorder Outburst', creating and destroying countless worlds. It is currently in a 'Observation Interrupted' state, cause unknown. Advice: those below the Unity stage are prohibited from approaching; those at Unity stage or above must go in teams and must prepare for the possibility of 'no return'."

"Suspected to be one of the sources of the 'Primordial Chaos Source'."

"In ancient times, the 'Great Disorder Outburst'."

"Creating and destroying countless worlds."

"Observation interrupted."

This information, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's hearts.

Cangxuan murmured: "Primordial Chaos Source… not just one location?"

Madame Xuanhu nodded, her eyes flickering with a complex light: "It seems so. What the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers have studied is merely one of them; the true source may lie within the 'Primordial Chaos Sea'."

The Mountain‑Moving Old Ancestor scratched his head: "What does 'Observation Interrupted' mean? Why did they stop observing?"

No one could answer that question.

But the answer might perhaps be written on the edge of the star map.

Cangxuan's gaze continued to extend toward the edge of the star map—past the Spirit Realm, past the Ruins of Eternal Slumber, past the Primordial Chaos Sea, past countless unknown star domains, finally coming to rest at the very edge of the star map.

There, two blurred markings appear.

The blurriness is not due to poor drawing, but because the region itself is indistinct—as if shrouded by some force, making clear observation impossible.

The first marking, beside it written four characters:

"'Void‑Dwelling Clan.'"

Below is a smaller annotation, the handwriting hurried, as if the writer themselves were doubtful:

"'Possibly descendants of the 'Void Clan'? In ancient times they had contact with the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers, claiming to come from 'Beyond Dimensions'. They refused to reveal their homeland coordinates, refused to share any information, leaving only a sentence: 'The struggle between Order and Disorder has nothing to do with us. But if the flames of war spread to the depths of the Void, we will surely mobilize our entire clan, perishing together.'—After that, all contact was cut off; they cannot be observed or found, suspected to have retreated into higher dimensions."

"Void‑Dwelling Clan."

"Descendants of the Void Clan."

"Beyond Dimensions."

"Higher Dimensions."

These terms surpass the cognition of everyone present.

Yuliuli murmured: "Void Clan… I have only seen this name in ancient texts. It is said that they existed in an era even more remote than antiquity, a race that cultivated neither laws nor comprehended the Dao, yet could shuttle between dimensions, regarded as an 'incomprehensible' existence. Later, for unknown reasons, they vanished overnight without a trace, as if they had never existed."

Madame Xuanhu softly said: "If this annotation is true, then the Void Clan did not disappear; rather, they… retreated into higher dimensions."

"What are higher dimensions?"

"No one knows."

But everyone faintly feels that it is a realm far beyond their comprehension.

Cangxuan's gaze shifted to the second marking.

There, it is equally blurry, equally hard to observe. Yet the text marked there is even more concise than that of the 'Void‑Dwelling Clan'.

Only four characters——

"'Primordial Source Sea'."

No notes, no explanations, no any explanation.

Only these four words lay quietly at the edge of the star chart, like a riddle waiting to be solved.

Ban Shan Lao Zu scratched his head: "Sea of Creation? What is this again?"

No one could answer him.

But everyone faintly felt that behind these four words lay a secret deeper and more ancient than the Primordial Chaos Sea.

In the secret chamber, it was utterly silent.

Tian Yan Shang Ren continued frantically recording the law information on the jade tablet, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead, the frequency of his fly whisk's swings increasing, yet the fervor in his eyes grew ever stronger.

Wang Ping remained seated cross-legged, the Chaos Domain enveloping the whole jade tablet; the forms of the law origins ceaselessly surged into his soul. His brow would tighten then relax, his breath alternating between blazing like sun, freezing like ice, sharp as a sword, heavy as a mountain—each change signifying that he was digesting a new law.

Cang Xuan and the four others stood silently before the star chart, digesting everything they had just seen.

After a long while, Xuan Hu Fu Ren spoke first, her voice carrying a rare solemnity.

"Everyone, this star chart is far more terrifying than we imagined."

Cangxuan nodded: "The Spirit Realm is merely a speck of dust in this vast universe. And the influence of the Pure World Court far exceeds our previous estimates."

Yuliuli softly said: "Those 'Observation Stations' and 'Order Bastions' are scattered among countless star fields. They are not only targeting the Spirit Realm, but … the entire universe."

Banshan Laozi rarely didn't grin; his brows were tightly furrowed, he murmured: "Then has our Spirit Realm already been caught in their sights?"

Lady Xianhu shook her head: "Been caught? They've probably already done so. Don't forget the blood sacrifice on Mo Yan Star, the 'Guiding Light' in the memories of the Yinming leader, and those silver-robed puppets… All this shows that the Pure World Court's activity range has long covered the outskirts of the Spirit Realm."

Cangxuan coldly said: "They haven't acted directly, perhaps just waiting for the right moment. Or perhaps… in their eyes, the Spirit Realm is not worth committing their main force."

These words are harsh, yet likely true.

The Spirit Realm has Unity-stage cultivators holding the line, has the Ninth Dao Academy such a top power, has countless Nascent Soul and Soul Formation cultivators—but in the eyes of the Pure World Court, perhaps it's merely an object of "observation".

This realization caused a complex, hard-to-describe emotion to well up in each of the four.

There was relief, relief that the Spirit Realm had not yet become a target of the Pure World Court; there was resentment, resentment that the Spirit Realm was so lightly regarded; there was a sense of crisis, a sense of crisis at the possible "purge" that could descend at any moment; and… a faint hidden anger.

Anger at those silver beings, daring to regard this vast universe as their "orderly pasture".

"Look here."

Yuliuli's voice broke the silence.

Everyone followed her finger to a star region not far from the Spirit Realm. On the star map, that region was marked light gray—neither the silver-gray of the "Pure World Court controlled zone", nor the normal color of star fields, but an ambiguous gray between the two.

The annotation read as follows:

"Purged Ruins Star Region—Purge Record (seven thousand three hundred years ago). Originally the 'Flame Spirit Realm', civilization flourished, with over a hundred Soul Formation cultivators and two Unity cultivators. Because they inadvertently touched the edge of the 'Abyss of Sunken Slumber', they came into contact with 'Chaos' aura, and the Pure World Court judged them as an 'order pollution source'. The Third Order was ordered to carry out the purge, which took three years; the Flame Spirit Realm was completely overturned, all cultivators were transformed into puppets by 'Ordering', ordinary people had their memories erased by 'Reset', and all traces of civilization were thoroughly erased. Currently the star region has been reopened, a new civilization is sprouting, and it is expected to recover to pre-purge levels in five thousand years. Note: This is the standard purge procedure of the Pure World Court, with detailed records of time, investment, and output available for reference."

Purge Record.

seven thousand three hundred years ago.

Flame Spirit Realm.

Over a hundred Soul Formation cultivators.

Two Unity cultivators.

Complete collapse.

Ordering.

Reset.

These terms, like a series of heavy hammers, struck each person's heart.

Banshan Laozi's face turned unprecedentedly ugly. He opened his mouth but could not utter a sound.

Cangxuan's fist clenched until his knuckles whitened. His sword trembled slightly in its scabbard, as if sensing his master's anger.

Yuliuli closed her eyes; two lines of silent tears slid down. As a descendant of the Falling Immortal clan, she understood better than anyone the pain of "civilization being erased".

Lady Xianhu gently waved her fan, but the fan's waving frequency was much faster than usual. In the flicker of her gaze, there was rarely any smile, only solemnity and… a hint of deeply hidden fear.

For mortals, seven thousand three hundred years is an unattainable ancient history; for cultivators, it is merely a few generations.

This means that while the cultivators of the Spirit Realm were still fighting over sects, contending for resources, and crossing their Dao paths, a complete civilization once existed not far from the Spirit Realm in the Purged Ruins Star Region, and was utterly erased by the Pure World Court.

And the Spirit Realm knew nothing of this.

"Everyone."

A calm voice came from behind.

Everyone turned to see Wang Ping already standing, walking slowly toward them. In his eyes, chaotic light flowed, his aura deeper and more rounded than before, as if his whole being had undergone some qualitative change.

Tianyan Elder also rose, his duster stained with sweat, but the fervor on his face had been replaced by solemnity. He evidently had also seen those markings on the star map.

Wang Ping approached the star map, his gaze sweeping over the silver-gray Observation Stations, Order Bastions, over the dark red Abyss of Sunken Slumber, the Primordial Chaos Sea, over the vague Void Relic Clan, the Source Sea of Creation, and finally settling on that "Purge Record".

He silently stared at those lines of text for a long time, speechless.

Then he slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of a thousand jin.

"Seven thousand three hundred years. A civilization with Unity cultivators, from discovery to purge, took only three years."

Everyone fell silent.

Wang Ping continued: "And our Spirit Realm, how many Unity cultivators do we have now? Three? Or four? How much stronger are we than the Flame Spirit Realm?"

No one could answer this question.

Because the answer is obvious.

"The Pure World Court hasn't failed to notice the Spirit Realm." Wang Ping's gaze swept over those silver-gray Observation Stations, "They have long noticed. Around the Spirit Realm there are at least four Observation Stations, constantly monitoring our movements. We thought we were the protagonists of this heaven and earth, unaware that in their eyes we are merely 'objects of observation', lambs awaiting harvest in their 'orderly pasture'."

Cangxuan coldly said: "You mean they could act against the Spirit Realm at any time?"

Wang Ping shook his head: "Not necessarily 'at any time', but certainly 'sooner or later'. As long as the Spirit Realm continues to develop, as long as its cultivators keep growing stronger, as long as one day it touches the secret of 'Chaos', they will surely come—just as they did to the Flame Spirit Realm seven thousand three hundred years ago."

Banshan Laozi gritted his teeth: "Then are we just waiting to die?"

Wang Ping turned his head to look at him, a flash of strange light in his eyes.

"No. We will not wait for death."

He raised his hand, pointing to those silvery-gray areas on the star map.

"What we need to do is make them dare not come."

Everyone was startled.

Wang Ping continued: "Why was the Flame Spirit Realm purged? Not because they were weak, but because they were 'alone'. A civilization, facing the Pure World Court's purge alone, even if a Unity Stage cultivator oversees it, can only be destroyed. But what if we were not 'one', but 'many'?"

His finger moved across the star map, sweeping over countless star fields, countless civilizations, and finally came to rest on the areas marked "friendly", "neutral", and "contactable".

"This star map is not just intelligence. It is… a map. A map to other civilizations, other powers. If we can unite them, if we can build an alliance against the Pure World Court—then, whenever the Pure World Court wants to purge any civilization, it will have to weigh whether it can withstand the backlash of all civilizations."

Senior Tianyan's eyes flashed with sharp light: "What you mean is… vertical and horizontal alliances?"

Wang Ping nodded: "Not bad. No matter how strong the Pure World Court is, it cannot possibly oppose the entire universe at once. It can purge the Flame Spirit Realm because the Flame Spirit Realm is isolated and helpless. But if one day the Flame Spirit Realm's neighbors, allies, and all like-minded fellows could come to its aid at a moment's notice—would they still dare to act lightly?"

Cangxuan said coldly: "The idea is good, but implementing it is as hard as climbing to heaven. Between these civilizations lie countless star fields; they have never known each other. Why should they trust us? Why should they ally with us?"

Wang Ping calmly said: "Because we have in our hands what they need."

He turned and pointed to the law-imprint jade tablet still slowly rotating.

"The law information on this jade tablet, any civilization would regard it as a supreme treasure. If we are willing to share—not hoard, but share—would they be willing to cooperate with us?"

Everyone fell silent, savoring these words carefully.

Madame Xianhu suddenly laughed; that laugh was soft and sweet, yet carried a hint of sincere admiration.

"You have great ambition, young friend. For such a divine object, others would already be thinking how to monopolize it, how to make it their own. But you—you open your mouth to share it, to unite all forces that can be united."

Wang Ping shook his head and said softly: "Monopolizing would make me strong alone; but sharing would make the whole universe strong. And the enemy of the Pure World Court is not me alone, but the entire universe. This account, I can still calculate clearly."

Senior Tianyan stroked his beard and sighed long: "Your words, young friend, make me feel ashamed. I was just busy recording, and didn't even think of this level. Ashamed, ashamed."

Wang Ping smiled slightly: "Senior, there's no need to be modest. Recording this law information is precisely the first step of sharing. Without recording, how can there be sharing?"

He paused, then his gaze returned to the star map.

"But now we have more urgent matters."

Everyone followed his gaze and fell upon the area marked "Return to the Void Slumbering Land".

"Youying is still sleeping there." Wang Ping's voice grew low: "I once promised her I would definitely come back to save her. Before, I didn't know how to save her. But now…"

He raised his hand, palm open, a strand of chaotic-colored light slowly emerged. Within that light, countless trajectories of law could be faintly seen, constantly interweaving and evolving.

"Now I have gained insight from the law-imprint jade tablet, I have the power of the Primordial Chaos Origin, and I have information about the Pure World Court and about 'ordering'. Perhaps… perhaps I can find a way to break the 'Void Eternal Imprisonment'."

Cangxuan said in a deep voice: "You want to go back to the Return to the Void Slumbering Land?"

Wang Ping nodded.

"That place is marked 'high danger'; even Unity Stage elders have been badly injured there." Yuliuli said softly: "Brother Wang, have you thought this through clearly?"

Wang Ping calmly said: "I have thought this through very clearly. Youying willingly fell into eternal sleep to save us. If I, out of fear of danger, do not go to save her, then what path am I cultivating? What law am I comprehending?"

He looked over the five people, his gaze firm and profound.

"Everyone, the road ahead may become even more perilous. The Pure World Court's emissaries are approaching, the Return to the Void Slumbering Land is fraught with danger, and countless unknown threats await us. If you wish to stay here, or first return to the Spirit Realm, I hold no grudge."

Old Ancestor Ban Shan grinned widely, his smile bold and brilliant.

"Little brother, what are you saying? Old Stone has lived eight hundred years, finally encountering something this exciting, you want me to go back? No way!"

Cangxuan said coldly: "The Sword Dao needs tempering. Following you, there's plenty of tempering."

Yuliuli said softly: "The Way of Music needs a kindred spirit. Brother Wang, you are my kindred spirit."

Senior Tianyan stroked his beard and smiled: "In my life, my greatest regret is never having seen the true world. Now the true world is before my eyes; how could I miss it?"

Madame Xianhu gently waved her fan, her eyes flowing, and she smiled enchantingly.

"I originally just wanted to come along to watch the excitement, never expecting it to become more and more interesting. Since it's interesting, I also don't hurry to go back."

The five people's gazes all fell upon Wang Ping.

Wang Ping looked at them and suddenly laughed.

That smile was warm and bright, like the first ray of light when chaos first opened.

"Good. Then we will—"

Before his words finished, the secret chamber suddenly began to shake violently.

That shaking was like the previous tremor in the main hall—but more intense, more violent, more… approaching.

Madame Xianhu's face changed drastically, the silver light in her eyes surging violently.

"They're here! Faster! At least half an hour earlier than expected!"

Senior Tianyan calculated on his fingers, his face turning deathly pale.

"Not just one! It's… five! Five Order Emissaries! And… there's an even stronger aura! It is… an Order War General!"

Five Order Emissaries.

One Order War General.

This strength is enough to sweep aside any Nascent Soul faction.

The atmosphere in the secret chamber instantly grew heavy to the extreme.

But Wang Ping's face showed no fear. He merely stared fixedly at the direction of the secret chamber's entrance, the chaotic light in his eyes flowing, the corner of his mouth lifting a faint smile.

"Five emissaries, one war general… the Pure World Court really thinks highly of us."

He turned and looked at the law-imprint jade tablet still slowly rotating.

"Senior Tianyan, how much have you recorded?"

Senior Tianyan took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Seventy percent. Of the three thousand six hundred crystals on the jade tablet, I have recorded about two thousand five hundred. The rest… there isn't enough time."

Wang Ping nodded: "Enough. As for the rest, we'll remember the positions and come back later if we get the chance."

He raised his hand, the chaotic light flaring, forming a huge shield that enveloped the entire jade tablet. Then he took a deep breath, made hand seals, and strands of mysterious runes flew from his fingertips into the tablet.

The jade tablet trembled slightly, then began to shrink slowly.

The three thousand six hundred crystals simultaneously emitted dazzling light. That light grew brighter and stronger, ultimately becoming a soaring pillar of light that pierced the dome.

After three breaths, the light faded.

The jade disc vanished.

Taking its place was a palm-sized "jade disc projection" formed by countless minute light points condensing. It hovered silently in Wang Ping's palm, slowly rotating; each crystal, each law, was completely preserved within.

The Taiyan Venerable widened his eyes: "Junior friend, what is this——"

Wang Ping smiled faintly: "Since we can't take the original, we'll take the projection. Although this projection cannot be directly contemplated like the original, the law information stored within is enough for us to study slowly after we return."

He stored the jade disc projection in his bosom, turned and looked at the crowd.

"Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy."

As his words fell, a low rumble came from outside the secret chamber.

That rumble was not sound, but a tremor at the level of law—the power of "Order" forcibly tearing apart the corridor's defenses, approaching this final hall.

Five silver beams of light appeared simultaneously at the entrance of the secret chamber.

They were five figures.

Their bodies were formed purely from condensed silver light, lacking substance, lacking facial features, only tall, perfect, statue-like outlines. Each figure exuded a suffocating pressure— that pressure was more than ten times stronger than the earlier silver-robed puppets.

And behind the five figures, a vaster, more brilliant silver light was gradually forming.

That was an Order War General.

The true power of the Purification Court.

Wang Ping drew a deep breath, his chaotic infant operating at full capacity; the Overturning Seal and Chaotic Tribulation Sword simultaneously emitted a low hum, the sapling of the Jianmu tree blazed with azure light, the Xuanming True Soul exuded a chilling aura, and that strand of "Primal Chaos Source" in his dantian beat like a heart, each pulse releasing a force sufficient to oppose "Order."

Behind him, the five each occupied a direction, their auras fully unleashed.

The Azure Profound Sword Intent shot up to the heavens; within that sword intent, the faint rhythm of the "Law Sword" Dao circulated.

The jade liuli piano's notes rang clear; within that sound lay the secret inheritance of the Fallen Immortal clan's soul power.

The Mountain-Moving Ancestor's whole body glowed with earth-yellow light, his entire person like a true mountain, suppressing one side.

The Taiyan Venerable lightly waved his whisk, hundreds of runes fluttered around him, forming an ancient offensive-defensive formation.

Madame Xuanhu lightly shook her fan, silver light flowing around her; within that light, countless illusions could be seen arising and fading.

Six people, six auras, simultaneously locked onto the five silver figures.

The great battle was on the verge of erupting.

Wang Ping slowly opened his mouth; his voice was calm, yet carried the weight of a thousand jun.

"Purification Court——"

"We have long awaited you."