Chapter 392: Void

The battlefield on the outskirts of the Spirit Realm was a purgatory woven of blood and fire.

Silver light and chaos-colored lightning constantly collided; each impact was like stars smashing together, bursting forth an energy shock capable of annihilating everything. Order power and Chaos Dao raged madly in this void; every breath saw lives vanish like meteors, every moment cultivators fell in screams. Floating in the void were shattered treasure fragments, burning limbs, and the final traces left by once-living beings.

Although Wang Ping's Chaos Immortal Thunder was astonishingly powerful, each bolt able to rend the void, under the siege of three Void Refinement Late Stage experts he quickly fell into an unprecedented bitter battle.

The three Order Apostles cooperated with such flawless tacit understanding that it was despair-inducing. The leftmost one was slender, his hands constantly forming seals; each seal could draw heavenly-earth order power, transforming into countless silver chains that sought to bind Wang Ping's movements. The central one was burly, his palm style wide open and wide closed; each palm strike carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, his silver palm imprint could cross space to appear directly before Wang Ping, impossible to guard against. The rightmost one specialized in ranged attacks, wielding a silver longbow; each vibration of the bowstring shot forth an arrow condensed from pure order power, precisely aiming for Wang Ping's vital spots.

Wang Ping's Chaos Domain had been compressed to a radius of only three zhang. The chaos light that could once cover a hundred li now barely clung to his body surface like a candle in the wind, liable to gutter out at any moment. Though his Chaos Immortal Thunder remained fierce, each release consumed vast amounts of chaos power, and the chaos immortal essence in his dantian was nearly exhausted.

"Junior, give up resistance." The burly Void Refinement expert's voice thundered like an exploding bolt of lightning, "Your Chaos Dao is indeed extraordinary, but the gap in cultivation cannot be bridged by talent alone. Surrender, and we will grant you a swift death."

Wang Ping clenched his teeth, silent. In his eyes, chaos-colored light burned like substance—the last of his power blazing.

Just then, the burly Void Refinement expert suddenly moved.

His form flickered, appearing directly a hundred zhang before Wang Ping; a gigantic silver palm descended from the heavens, covering sky and sun. Within that palm imprint lay terrifying power enough to destroy stars, its lines flowing with countless order runes, each flashing with blinding light.

Wang Ping's pupils contracted sharply. He desperately circulated his Chaos Domain, layer after layer of chaos shield forming before him. Chaos power turned into veils of light, each layer containing the mysteries of spatial law, able to scatter the attack's force into the void.

But that silver palm imprint was like tearing through rotting wood.

The first layer of defense—shattered.

The second layer of defense—shattered.

The third, fourth, fifth layers——

Thirteen successive layers of chaos defense, before that silver palm imprint, were as fragile as paper, torn apart layer by layer, crushed layer by layer.

"Boom——"

The silver palm imprint finally slammed heavily into Wang Ping's chest.

"Pfft——"

Wang Ping spat out a mouthful of blood, within which chaos-colored light mingled—fragments of his primal power. His whole body, like a severed kite, flew backward tens of li, tumbling countless times in the void, finally striking a floating meteorite and shattering it to pieces.

His chest caved in, ribs broken who knows how many, his internal organs suffered unimaginable trauma. His chaos immortal essence surged frantically, trying to mend the wounds, but the silver order power clung like a bone-deep ulcer, tightly entwined around his wound, preventing healing. Those order powers, as if alive, ceaselessly corroded his flesh and devoured his vitality.

"Big brother!"

Jiu Er's shriek suddenly rang in his mind.

That was a thought transmitted by the power of Jianmu, Jiu Er's instinctive reaction upon sensing his danger on the Immortal Palace Ruins. The voice was laced with undisguisable fear and worry, as if a child watched helplessly as a close relative faced death.

Wang Ping's heart clenched; enduring the intense pain, he hastily replied with his divine sense.

"Jiu Er, don't worry. Big brother's fine."

But his condition was in no way good.

As his divine sense just went out, he saw Cang Xuan's figure in the distance, struggling to hold on under the siege of two Void Refinement Mid Stage experts.

Cang Xuan's Sword Dao had indeed reached perfection; each of his sword slashes sent out a three-foot sword aura that ebbed and flowed, containing his lifetime's sword insight, fierce and peerless, edge exposed. But his opponents were two Void Refinement Mid Stage Order Apostles with flawless coordination.

The two Order Apostles: one wielded a silver giant shield to block Cang Xuan's sword light, the other a silver long spear to seek his openings and thrust repeatedly. Cang Xuan fought one against two; although his sword light swept everywhere, each attack was blocked by the shield, and each defense faced the spear's lethal threat. His body already bore seven or eight wounds, the deepest nearly piercing his abdomen, blood continuously gushing out, staining his battle robe red.

Yu Liuli's immortal music could indeed disturb the Order Apostles, but such interference consumed enormous mental energy. Her face was already ashen as paper, cold sweat beading her forehead, her ten fingers constantly plucking the strings; each pluck sent out invisible sound waves, yet the waves' power grew ever weaker. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth—a sign of overexerted mental energy.

You Ying's cultivation had not yet recovered; she could only barely maneuver using Void Law. Her form flickered incessantly in the void, each time narrowly evading the Order Apostles' attacks. But employing Void Law likewise consumed vast energy; her breath grew ever weaker, several times she narrowly avoided being struck by order power. Once, a silver light grazed her shoulder, instantly stripping away a large patch of flesh; she grunted, yet gritted her teeth and persisted.

Jiang Mingyuan still clung to the defensive grand formation, but he was tottering on the brink of collapse. His white hair was disheveled, his Daoist robe torn, his whole person like a candle in the wind. Each strike from the three Void Refinement Late Stage experts sent part of its force crashing into the formation, hastening its collapse. The formation's light had dimmed to near invisibility, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks, ready to shatter completely at any moment.

Lei Wan Ting had lost an arm; the stump still dripped blood, yet he continued to drive thunder with his lone arm, dueling a Void Refinement Early Stage Order Apostle. Bing Yue Xianzi's spiritual power was exhausted; she could only sit cross-legged in the void, clinging to the last of her strength to maintain her protective spiritual light, holding back the battlefield's aftershocks. Other Void Refinement experts were all wounded—some critically injured and dying, some already stripped of combat ability, relying on companions' protection to cling to life.

The Spirit Realm had reached the brink of collapse.

Wang Ping struggled to stand; each movement made the chest pain nearly cause him to faint. But he gritted his teeth, forcibly channeling chaos power to steady his stance. In his eyes, the chaos-colored light burned even more fiercely.

He knew that if this continued, everyone would die.

He had to do something.

But what could he do?

His chaos immortal essence was exhausted, his injuries so severe that even standing was difficult, his Chaos Domain could no longer be maintained, his Chaos Immortal Thunder could not be unleashed. What else could he do?

Just then——

A faint light flickered in his bosom.

That light was extremely dim, almost imperceptible, yet in Wang Ping's perception it shone like a bright lamp in darkness, strikingly conspicuous.

It was the jade slip obtained from the Myriad Phenomena Stargazer's Treasure Vault, recording the Void Grand Teleportation divine ability.

Wang Ping's heart stirred; he reached into his bosom and drew out that jade slip.

On the jade slip, faint light flowed; the ancient runes seemed to come alive, constantly shifting before his eyes. Though he had long known those runes by heart, looking at them now gave him a different insight.

Void Grand Teleportation.

It can shift an entire expanse of space to anywhere.

If he could employ this divine ability on the battlefield, he could shift the Spirit Realm's defensive grand formation, together with all cultivators, to a safe place——

But he soon dismissed that notion.

Void Grand Teleportation requires time to prepare, a stable environment, and total concentration to execute. On the battlefield, every breath is spent in slaughter, every moment an attack lands; he could never calm himself to cast the ability. Moreover, the three Void Refinement Late Stage Order Apostles would not grant him that chance—they could interrupt his casting at any time, or even strike him down while he was casting.

Furthermore, with his current cultivation, at most he could shift a space the size of an Immortal Palace Ruins. To move the entire Spirit Realm's defensive formation would require power a hundred or a thousand times his own; forcing it would only bring a backlash from void power, destroying both body and spirit.

But——

Immortal Palace Ruins.

Jiu Er.

Jianmu Sapling.

The homeland left behind by the remnant warriors.

They still lay exposed in the void, not far from the Spirit Realm. Although that spatial passage was fast closing, Pure World Court's spies infiltrated everywhere; they would surely discover it sooner or later. Once found by Pure World Court, what would become of Jiu Er? What would become of the Jianmu Sapling?

He dared not imagine.

If he could not save the Spirit Realm, at least——

He could save the Immortal Palace Ruins.

Can save Jiuer.

Can save the Establishing Wood sapling.

Can save those refugees' last home.

Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire in his heart, unstoppable.

He drew a deep breath, exerted his last strength, activated his Chaos Divine Sense, and sent a mental transmission to everyone.

"Everyone, hold on! I'll be right back!"

That voice rang in everyone's sea of consciousness, carrying an unquestionable firmness.

Cangxuan glanced at him, asked nothing, just nodded. His eyes held absolute trust in Wang Ping. He knew that if Wang Ping said so, he must have his reasons.

Yuliuli likewise nodded and continued plucking the strings. Her music grew more urgent and fierce, for she was burning her own life to buy time for Wang Ping.

Yinying looked at him, a flicker of worry crossing her eyes, but she said nothing. She knew Wang Ping's temperament, knew that once he made a decision he would never change it. She could only silently pray, praying for his safe return.

Wang Ping turned, transforming into a streak of Chaos flowing light, and rushed toward the space passage not yet fully sealed.

Behind him, that stalwart Transformation God let out a cold laugh.

"Trying to escape?"

A flicker of contempt crossed his eyes. A mere early-stage Transformation God junior dares to flee before him? Pure fantasy.

He raised his hand; a silver light shot out, swift as lightning, pursuing Wang Ping's back. This strike, executed with eighty percent of his power, could instantly kill any early-stage Transformation God cultivator.

But just then——

A sword light sliced across the sky.

Cangxuan.

He exerted all his strength, slicing the silver light with his sword, but he himself was shaken and flung backward, blood spurting wildly. That sword, he burned his natal essence blood to deliver such a fierce blow. Yet the cost was his wounds worsening, his breath instantly collapsing to the brink.

"Go!"

His voice was hoarse, yet full of resolve.

Wang Ping gritted his teeth and charged headfirst into the spatial passage.

A flash of light, and his figure vanished.

Inside the spatial passage lay a bizarre, fantastical world.

Countless colorful light bands swirled around, that was the spatial law compressed to the extreme. The flow of time here became chaotic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes even stagnant. Wang Ping's figure darted through it, he could feel his body enduring tremendous pressure, that was the tearing force brought by the spatial passage itself.

His wounds were worsening.

At the collapsed spot on his chest, the silver Order power grew more active, constantly eroding his flesh and blood, devouring his vitality. He could feel his life force ebbing away bit by bit, and his Chaos Primordial Spirit weakening bit by bit.

He could not stop.

He clenched his teeth, desperately driving the remaining Chaos power to maintain his form, rushing toward the end of the passage.

No one knew how long had passed—perhaps an instant, perhaps ten thousand years—when suddenly a cluster of bright light appeared ahead.

That was the exit.

Wang Ping summoned his last strength and charged toward that cluster of light.

Immortal Palace ruins.

When Wang Ping burst out of the spatial passage, Jiu'er stood beneath the Establishing Tree sapling, her tiny frame trembling slightly.

She wore a pale green dress, condensed from the power of the Establishing Tree. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, her face smudged with dust, her eye sockets slightly reddened—clearly she had been frightened these days. Seeing him, her eyes lit up instantly, that light like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Big brother!"

She lunged forward and threw her arms around him.

Her tiny body clung to him with all its strength, as if letting go would make him vanish again.

Wang Ping could feel her body trembling, her tears soaking his collar. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her it was alright, but he had no time for pleasantries.

He drew a deep breath, gently patted her back, then lifted her and strode toward the Establishing Tree sapling.

"Jiu'er, listen." His voice hoarse yet unusually firm, "Big brother will move this place to a safe location. You need to use the power of the Establishing Tree to help me stabilize space."

Jiu'er froze.

She lifted her head, looking at Wang Ping, her eyes full of shock.

"Move? The whole ruins?"

Her small face was filled with disbelief. Though young, she knew what moving an entire space entailed. It was a legendary divine ability, a forbidden technique even peak Nascent Soul experts struggle to perform. And Wang Ping was merely an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, still bearing heavy injuries.

Wang Ping nodded.

A flicker of fear crossed Jiu'er's small face.

"But... but Big Brother, your wound..."

Her gaze fell on Wang Ping's chest, where a region had caved in, his clothes torn, revealing a bloody, mangled wound. Silver light flickered constantly over the wound—that was the Order power eroding. She could sense his aura weakened to the extreme, his Chaos power nearly exhausted.

"I won't die." Wang Ping cut her off, his voice indisputable, "Hurry, there's no time."

Jiu'er looked at him, at the caved-in spot on his chest, at the blood at the corner of his mouth, at the unquestionable resolve in his eyes. She saw his gaze, within which lay something indescribable—not madness, not impulse, but an almost obsessive protectiveness.

He wanted to protect her.

He wanted to protect this ruins.

He wanted to protect the last homeland left by the survivors.

Jiu'er took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

"Good!"

Wang Ping set her down beneath the Establishing Tree sapling, then turned to face the entirety of the Immortal Palace ruins.

He closed his eyes, sinking his mind into his dantian.

The Chaos Primordial Spirit slowly opened its eyes.

That figure, identical to him, was now seated cross-legged upon the Ocean of Chaos Immortal Origin. Its whole body was entwined with faint Chaos light, that light deeper and more refined than before—the fruit of three months of secluded cultivation, the imprint left on him by the Great Void Spatial Shift divine ability. But now that light had dimmed considerably, and the figure's face showed weariness, a sign of overdrawn primal power.

Wang Ping's mind and spirit fused with his primordial spirit into one.

He "saw" the entire immortal palace ruins.

The ruined halls, the broken stone pillars, the deep and shallow cracks, the land soaked in blood. Within those halls, traces of the survivors' lives remained—shattered vessels, faded murals, rotting rush mats. Carved onto those stone pillars were ancient runes recording the survivors' former glory. Within those cracks lingered traces of that ancient battle, scars left when order and chaos first collided. On that land, every inch was soaked with the blood of survivor warriors, the homeland they defended with their lives.

Also there were the seventy-two formation bases, the Myriad Phenomena Treasure Vault sleeping underground, and the sapling of the Establishing Tree that was growing. The seventy-two formation bases were the last legacy left by the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers; together they formed a massive protective formation that shielded this ruin from being devoured by the void. Within the Myriad Phenomena Treasure Vault were stored countless years of knowledge and treasures accumulated by the survivors, the crystallization of their civilization. The Establishing Tree sapling was a unique supreme treasure in the whole universe, bearing Jiu Er's hope and the survivors' final expectation.

Everything was clearly presented before his eyes.

He "saw" every inch of this space's land, every fragment of stone, every rune. The land's color, texture, composition; the stones' shape, size, position; the runes' strokes, meaning, power—all were etched into his sea of consciousness like a brand.

He "saw" the space's "texture", a complex structure woven from countless laws. Those textures spread like a spiderweb—tight in places, indicating where space was stable; loose in places, indicating where space was fragile; steady in places, indicating where laws were balanced; weak in places, indicating where laws were disordered. These textures are the skeleton of space, the origin of the void.

He "saw" the void's "pulse", the universe itself breathing, the flow of chaotic power. Those pulses sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, like a colossal living thing beating without cease. Each beat sent invisible ripples spreading in all directions—that was the void's power surging.

The secret of the Great Void Shift lies in——

Find the space's texture, follow the void's pulse, fold the entire space up, then "launch" it to the target location.

Easy to say, hard to do—like climbing to heaven.

Wang Ping took a deep breath and slowly raised his hands.

Chaotic power surged from within him like invisible tendrils extending in all directions. Wherever those tendrils passed, space began to "soften". The originally indestructible void, before Wang Ping's chaotic power, became as soft as dough, pliable at will.

This was a wonderful feeling.

He could feel that the space's textures, under the influence of his chaotic power, began to loosen. The once tightly woven net of laws was being undone by him bit by bit, combed bit by bit, mastered bit by bit. He could feel that the void's pulses, under the pull of his chaotic power, began to synchronize. The originally chaotic and disordered void power was being guided by him bit by bit, integrated bit by bit, utilized bit by bit.

He "grasped" the edge of space.

Then——

Began folding.

That was an indescribable feeling. Although there was nothing before his eyes, he felt the entire space being folded bit by bit by him. That feeling was like folding a huge sheet of paper—except that sheet was the void itself.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang——

As space folded, the surrounding scenery began to turn strange. Light that should have been parallel started to twist, some even bending into arcs. Laws that should have been fixed began to disorder, some even temporarily failing. Time that should have been stable began to fluctuate—some places fast, some slow, even giving the illusion of time flowing backward.

Jiu Er widened her eyes, watching all this.

She saw those distant ruined halls gradually "approaching". Not truly approaching, but because space had been folded, the originally distant distance became right before her eyes. A hall that had originally been at the edge of the ruins now appeared before her within less than ten zhang, as if it had always been there.

She saw those broken stone pillars "overlapping". Two pillars originally a hundred zhang apart now appeared in the same position, as if they were originally one. The overlapping scene was extraordinarily strange; the images of the two pillars intertwined, forming a twisted, unreal existence.

She saw the stars in the heavens "rotating". Those originally fixed star charts now flowed like living things, transforming into countless strange patterns. Some stars drew circles, some drew squares, some drew indescribable shapes. Those patterns kept changing, as if an invisible hand were manipulating the entire sky.

This is the Great Void Shift.

This is the ultimate divine ability left by the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers.

But Wang Ping's complexion grew increasingly pale.

His forehead beaded with cold sweat like rain. His lips had been bitten until they bled. His hands trembled slightly. His breath was rapidly weakening.

Folding space required enormous consumption of chaotic power. He had just returned from the battlefield, still bearing severe injuries. His chaotic immortal essence was already nearly exhausted. To forcibly execute the Great Void Shift now was nothing short of burning his own life.

But he did not stop.

Because if he stopped, space would collapse. A collapsing space would tear the entire immortal palace ruins into fragments, burying him and Jiu Er together. Those ruined halls, those broken stone pillars, those final traces left by the survivors would all be reduced to nothing in the space's collapse.

He could only continue.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang——

A thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang, a hundred thousand zhang——

When the space of the entire immortal palace ruins had been folded down to just one percent of its original size——

His body could no longer support itself.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with chaotic-colored light—his primordial power. His body swayed, nearly collapsing. His vision began to blur, his consciousness began to scatter, and his hands could hardly be lifted.

"Big brother!" Jiu Er exclaimed, her voice choked with sobs.

"Don't come over!" Wang Ping shouted hoarsely but unquestionably, "Continue to stabilize space!"

Jiu Er gritted her teeth, desperately urging the power of the Establishing Tree within her body.

That power turned into countless azure-blue rays, surging from within her and pouring into the surrounding void. Wherever those rays passed, the space that had been violently fluctuating began to gradually stabilize. The twisted light slowly returned to normal; the disordered laws began to regain order; the fluctuating time began to return to normal.

The power of the Establishing Tree was originally the ultimate of spatial law.

The Establishing Tree, legend says, is the divine tree that props up heaven and earth; its roots are anchored deep in the void, its branches and leaves extend to the ends of the universe, and its very existence embodies spatial law. As an incarnation of the Establishing Tree, Jiu Er's control over space is an innate instinct.

With her help, Wang Ping's pressure was greatly reduced.

He took a deep breath and continued folding.

A thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang, a hundred thousand zhang——

When the space of the entire immortal palace ruins had been folded down to a radius of one thousand zhang——

He finally stopped.

Not that he didn't want to continue, but he could no longer do so.

With his current cultivation, this was already the limit. If he continued folding, space's stability would completely lose control; then he and Jiu Er would be swept into the void's turbulence, never to be reborn.

He panted, sweat pouring down his whole body. His vision blurred, the scene before his eyes swaying. His hands hung at his sides, he had no strength left to lift them.

But he still could not stop.

Next came the second step——

Launch.

He needed to find a "path" in the void, then launch this folded space along that path to the target location.

His divine sense spread wildly outward.

A million li.

His divine sense pierced layer after layer of void, passed countless stars, swept over one star region after another. Those star regions were sometimes prosperous, sometimes barren, sometimes teeming with life, sometimes utterly dead.

Two million li.

His divine sense continued to extend, penetrating layer after layer of spatial barriers, passing through one net of laws after another. Those spatial barriers were sometimes solid, sometimes fragile; those law nets were sometimes tight, sometimes loose.

Three million li.

Finally, at the limit of his divine sense, he discovered a hidden void.

It was far from the Spirit Realm, far from the Primordial Chaos Sea, far from all known star fields. There were no stars, no spiritual energy, no trace of life. It was an absolute void, the most inconspicuous corner of the universe. It seemed forgotten by the entire universe, even the heavenly dao laws appeared blurred there.

That was the place.

Wang Ping locked onto the target, exerting his last strength, he triggered the final step of the Void Great Shift—

"Go!"

In an instant, the entire folded space, like a stone shot from a slingshot, rushed forth along the path locked onto by his divine sense.

At that moment, Jiu Er felt the world spin, her five viscera and six bowels churning. She felt her body torn by a tremendous force, as if it would be shredded into countless fragments. Her Establishing Tree sapling trembled violently, countless roots frenziedly extending, trying to stabilize the space that was flying. Those roots dug deep into the void, gripping anything they could, like a child clinging desperately to a tree in a raging storm.

Hundred times the speed of sound.

Thousand times the speed of sound.

Ten thousand times the speed of sound.

No one knew how long had passed—perhaps an instant, perhaps ten thousand years—

"Boom—"

A tremendous boom, the entire space suddenly halted.

That stop came so suddenly that Jiu Er pitched forward, crashing heavily to the ground. She climbed to her feet, looking around in a daze.

Around her was an unfamiliar void.

No stars, no light, nothing familiar.

Only endless darkness, and within the darkness depths, a faintly visible chaos mist. Those chaos mists slowly surged, like a slumbering beast breathing.

Wang Ping opened his eyes.

His gaze swept over the surroundings, then he smiled.

That smile was weak yet satisfied.

He had succeeded.

The Immortal Palace Ruins, which he had shifted to a hidden void an unknown number of millions of li from the Spirit Realm. This place was so remote, so concealed, that even if the Purifying World Court poured out all its forces, it might not be able to find this place.

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

His body was already broken beyond repair. The collapse in his chest worsened, the bones there almost completely shattered, his organs suffering unimaginable trauma. Every wound on his body bled—some torn by the force of order, some ripped by spatial force, some burst from his own overexertion. Chaos Immortal Essence was nearly exhausted; he lacked even the strength to stand. His Chaos Primordial Spirit waned in his dantian, the light of his whole body dimmed to near invisibility.

But he smiled.

That smile was weak yet satisfied.

"Success..."

He murmured, then his vision went black and he collapsed.

When Wang Ping awoke again, he found himself lying in that secret chamber.

This secret chamber was familiar to him; it was his dwelling in the Immortal Palace Ruins, where he had spent countless days and nights comprehending the various divine abilities left by the Myriad Phenomena Stargazers. The chamber was not large, only a few zhang square, its four walls of stone etched with ancient runes. In the center stood a stone bed, a stone table, and a lamp that would never go out.

Youying stood guard at his side, her face pale, her eyes filled with bloodshot veins. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, her clothes wrinkled, showing that she had guarded him these past days without rest. Seeing him awaken, she finally let out a breath, her tense expression instantly relaxing.

"You're awake."

Her voice was hoarse, hard to hide her fatigue, yet with a hint of the joy of relief.

Wang Ping wanted to speak, but found his throat so dry he could not utter a word, as if sandpaper rubbed inside.

Youying handed him a cup of water; he took it and drank it all in one gulp. The water was cool and sweet, as if it could nourish his soul. He drank three cups in a row before he could finally speak.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Three days."

Three days.

Wang Ping struggled to sit up, but found his whole body sore and weak, as if every muscle and bone protested. His injuries were too severe, to the point that even the most basic movements were impossible.

Youying quickly pressed him down, her movements gentle yet firm.

"Don't move. Your injuries are serious."

Wang Ping looked at her, at the worry in her eyes, at the bloodshot veins, at her weary yet steadfast figure, and a warmth welled up in his heart. These past days, she must have stayed here without leaving a single step.

"What about Jiu Er?"

"Outside. She guarded you for three days, just now went to rest." Youying paused, then added, "That child has cried several times. She blames herself, saying that if she hadn't had you perform the Void Great Shift, you wouldn't be injured like this."

Wang Ping fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Tell her, I don't blame her. It was something I had to do."

Youying nodded.

"I already told her. But she still blames herself."

Wang Ping sighed. He knew Jiu Er's personality; that child overthinks, always taking responsibility. When she wakes, he will need to have a good talk with her.

"The ruins… are they stabilized?"

Youying nodded.

"Stabilized. Jiu Er used the power of the Establishing Tree to steady the space; the ruins will no longer drift. Those formation bases have also been reactivated, the entrance of the Myriad Phenomena Treasury protected. Cang Xuan and the others have also come over, now standing guard outside. Everything is fine."

Wang Ping finally relaxed.

He closed his eyes, sensing his internal condition.

Chaos Primordial Spirit, weakened considerably. That figurine identical to him was now listless, its whole-body light dimmed to the extreme, as if it could go out at any moment. The figurine sat cross-legged in his dantian, eyes tightly shut, even its breathing faint.

The Chaos Immortal Essence ocean had nearly dried up. The once vast sea of chaos power now remained only a thin layer coating the bottom of his dantian, like a dried-up lake. Those chaos powers still slowly circulated, but the speed was pitifully slow, as if they might stall at any moment.

In his meridians, cracks were everywhere. Some were deep, some shallow; some were mere fine lines, others were shocking ruptures. With each circuit of chaos power, a portion leaked out through those cracks; the repair speed could not keep up with the leakage.

This battle, he had overexerted himself terribly.

But at the same time, he also sensed something different.

That is……

His understanding of spatial laws deepened.

The manifestation of the Void Great Translocation allowed him to personally experience the full process of spatial folding and projection. Those were originally just theoretical knowledge; those were originally just symbols recorded on jade slips; now they have become part of his body, become his instinctive cognition.

He could feel that the surrounding space was no longer a rigid, fixed existence. They were like living things, having their own textures, their own pulses, their own breaths.

He could feel how those textures interwove. In some places the textures were tight, indicating stable spots in space; in some places they were loose, indicating fragile spots. Those textures were spread like a spiderweb, each line representing a law, each law interacting with others to form a complex and exquisite whole.

He could feel how those pulses beat. Where the beats were strong, it was where void power was active; where they were weak, it was where void power was dormant. Those pulses were like a heartbeat; each beat would drive the whole space's undulations, those undulations spreading out, forming intangible ripples.

He could feel how those breaths flowed. Where the breaths were long, space was slowly expanding; where they were short, space was slowly contracting. Those breaths were like the breath of life, filling the entire void with vitality.

He could even feel that, if he wished, he could freely "knead" these spaces, folding, stretching, twisting them into any shape he desired. In a thought he could move a pebble from a thousand miles away into his hand; in an instant he could move a great mountain from its original place; he could even, as before, shift an entire expanse of space to anywhere.

This is the Void Great Translocation.

This is the ultimate of spatial laws.

He opened his eyes, and the chaotic-colored light in his eyes flowed, carrying a hint of enlightenment.

"I understand."

He finally understood.

The Void Great Translocation is not merely a divine ability, but a completely new understanding of spatial laws. It is not simply moving objects; it fundamentally changes the caster's perception of space. Once you master this ability, the world you see is no longer as it was.

Youying looked at him, a hint of relief flashing in their eyes.

She knew that Wang Ping had made another breakthrough. This breakthrough was not in cultivation level, but in realm. Such a breakthrough is rarer and more precious than mere increase in strength.

"Now that you understand, first tend to your injuries."

Wang Ping nodded, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breath.

One month later.

Wang Ping's injuries finally healed.

During this month, he almost every day stayed in seclusion to regulate his breath, using chaotic power to repair his damaged meridians and nourish his weakened primordial spirit. Jiu'er came every day to see him, bringing spiritual liquid condensed with the power of the Building Tree, which greatly aided his recovery. Youying always stayed by his side, never leaving. Cangxuan and they also often came to visit, seeing his injuries improve day by day, they breathed a sigh of relief.

That day, he walked out of the secret chamber and saw the ruins outside for the first time, already changed.

That Building Tree sapling had grown much taller. Its trunk was already ten zhang high, as thick as an arm, its bark covered with mysterious patterns—those were the runes condensed from the Building Tree's power. Its leaves were lush like clouds, each leaf showing a pale azure hue, with light flowing in the veins, as if containing endless vitality. Its roots dug deep into the ruins, merging with the whole space; some of those roots were as thick as an arm, some as fine as a strand of hair, densely spread beneath the ruins, firmly anchoring this space in the void.