Chapter 923

"The elder is right."

Li Hao had now become solemn; all the insights he had gained from the Realm of Endless Fishing were now contained within his heart.

He knew his fishing line could pierce the Eternal Pseudo-Realm and reach the realm of boundless heaven and earth only because the immortal emperor before him had held back—and that gap was likely intentional.

Thinking of this, Li Hao could not help but feel gratitude; the path of seeking the Dao was so arduous, yet this stranger, an immortal emperor, had silently aided him.

"Continue your contemplation. If you wish to challenge the Tower of All Realms, simply speak to the void."

The immortal emperor spoke, then his figure vanished again before Li Hao’s eyes.

Li Hao withdrew his gaze and carefully felt the Realm of Endless Fishing.

Within the heart, boundless; beyond, heaven and earth have no limits.

This realm was suited to be embedded within the Way of Movement.

Including the breakthrough from fishing, he could now condense five top-tier realm cores.

If he fused them together, they would surely forge an extraordinary and formidable realm core—but still barely sufficient to become a Sovereign Realm Core.

"The imperial path of the previous four realm cores remains uncomprehended; now I can condense a fifth. Good..."

"Thanks to the fourth chapter of the Dao Canon; though I haven’t fully grasped it, it elevated all my Dao paths to the eighth level, aiding my realm comprehension."

This time, understanding the Realm of Endlessness, Li Hao felt it was inseparable from his many Dao sources all reaching the eighth level.

"The realms of poetry and cooking have yet to break past the thirteenth stage."

"Flickering through three hundred years, three hundred springs and autumns—I am now over seven hundred years old..."

"The Sovereign Emperor Path..."

Li Hao took a deep breath and sank his spirit once more into cultivation.

"Dao Canon..."

Li Hao silently recited the Dao Canon, sensing its profundity, and his experience in poetry and literature grew accordingly.

Yet compared to comprehending the remaining two artistic realms, Li Hao cared more about finding the path to coexist with the four realm cores.

"Four realm cores, square and even..."

Li Hao closed his eyes, his spirit wandering through the vast starry river, where brilliant stars arranged themselves in opposition—above, below, left, right—four directions forming the cosmos.

"When realm cores attract and merge, forming a triangle, they draw closer; but using the previous method of reducing and increasing domain size to cycle among four corners is difficult to sustain—it causes the other three to rapidly merge..."

"Stable the four directions..."

Li Hao opened his eyes, gazing at the boundless Eternal Pseudo-Realm before him.

His heart stirred; he suddenly raised his hand, and the sand on the ground rose, drifting to his side, then extending to the edge of the solitary land he stood upon.

As he reined in his power, the sand immediately fell along the edge into the deep void of the pseudo-realm.

Falling... falling...

"Weight, attraction..."

Li Hao looked up at the black, infinite sky. The earth had attraction—why did the heavens stand firm?

What stood between, what supported it?

He felt he was vaguely groping toward an answer.

The support of heaven and earth was the vast power of immortal energy, countless forms of energy, and the lives of all things.

But... compared to heaven and earth, the lives of all things and those cosmic energies seemed so frail—how could they possibly support the entire sky from collapsing?

"Could there be something beyond the dome, pulling it upward, like lifting a pot lid?"

A strange notion arose in Li Hao’s mind, but he knew it was absurd—he himself had opened domains and knew that once a domain was established, it became a self-contained world.

Moreover, when he shattered the Pseudo-Realm of Tianyang, he had seen no force supporting the heavens of the Ten Thousand Realms.

"Internal support... this black starry void—where is heaven? Where is earth? Where is up? Where is down?"

"Heaven is earth!"

Li Hao stared at the deep starry void where the sand fell—beyond its end lay another dome of heaven.

The heavens were like a whole egg—how were they originally formed? How were they supported?

Li Hao increasingly felt that shaping heaven and earth was an immensely difficult feat—no wonder only immortal emperors could condense pseudo-realms.

"Perhaps, truly comprehending the deepest secrets of heaven and earth would allow mastery of multiple domains—but that is still far beyond me now..."

"The dome is pulled upward..."

Li Hao’s eyes flickered; that absurd notion now sparked a flash of insight within him.

If a triangle achieves stability, why not treat it as a kite? And the fourth corner as the kite string, the anchor point—by controlling the distance between the fourth point and the triangle, he could maintain perpetual stability, always "flying the kite"!

Thinking of this, Li Hao’s eyes brightened—he felt he could try.

"Elder, I am going to the Tower of All Realms."

Li Hao looked up and spoke to the void.

As he finished speaking, the void before him slowly opened into an oval, revealing the abyss beyond.

Li Hao stepped forward, turned, and saw the Tower of All Realms behind him.

Without hesitation, he glanced briefly and selected Level 60, entering it.

At Level 60, the Immortal King realm already had seven levels of cultivation—barely crossing the threshold into high-tier Immortal King.

Li Hao was currently at the peak of the third level of Immortal King; even with his many ultimate and supreme realms displayed, he could barely match a seventh-level Immortal King, since these ancient demons, having cultivated to high-tier Immortal King, had also opened numerous ultimate and supreme realms—their gaps were not large.

The key was the True God Blood.

Combined with the Ninefold Foundation Enhancement of the Ultimate Emperor Art, Li Hao’s many ultimate and supreme realm powers were greatly amplified.

In an instant, Li Hao effortlessly slew three ancient demons of seventh-level Immortal King.

Then, instead of advancing to the next level, he summoned the newly condensed Realm of Endlessness and embedded it into his Way of Movement.

He felt this realm core suited his movement path best.

As his Way of Movement broke through, a torrent of movement realm energy flooded into his mind.

Li Hao stood in the void, entering a state of Dao enlightenment.

After a long while, the myriad Dao thoughts gathered, and a fourth realm core condensed within his domain.

With the birth of this fourth realm core, the balance among the three within his domain shattered—they began to attract each other, accelerating toward fusion.

Li Hao’s expression turned grave; he unleashed the power of his True God Blood and, following his earlier idea, used the fourth realm core as a string to drag the other three, flying kites within his domain.

As long as this kite-cycling continued, stability could be maintained.

After all, he could not yet achieve true eternal stability—only a temporary balance.

Perhaps after several hundred years, or even a thousand, he would need to "reinforce" it again.

Even so, this was already a remarkable and great success.

While Li Hao was in contemplation, within the abyss, members of various races were gradually challenging the Tower of All Realms.

When those who broke past Level 100 advanced further, they often drew the attention of other great clans—after all, those who broke past Level 100 would become rivals.

Meanwhile, outside the abyss.