Chapter 1334: Infinite Possibilities

Yan Buji stepped step by step toward the Mirror Heart floating at the center of the void. As his Infinity Chaotic Essence condensed, the resonance between him and the Mirror Heart reached an unprecedented level. The Mirror Heart was no longer merely an external object; it was like a lost fragment of his own Dao, now finally recovered.

He extended his hand, his fingertips touching the chaotic-colored surface of the Mirror Heart. There was no earth‑shattering phenomenon, no violent energy clash, only a natural blending like water and milk. The Mirror Heart turned into a warm flowing light, silently merging into his palm, eventually sinking into the depths of his chaotic core, slowly encircling and resonating with the newly formed Infinity Chaotic Essence crystal.

At the instant the Mirror Heart fully merged with him, the entire Nefarious Mirror Hell emitted its final low, distant hum. Countless mirrors seemed to lose their supporting force, gradually becoming dim and ordinary; the twisted laws and bizarre energies they contained receded like the tide, returning to the most fundamental concept of a mirror. This desolate realm, which had persisted for an incalculable number of ten‑thousands of years, saw its core miracles dissipate; though still dangerous, it had lost the unique law domain capable of warping causality and reflecting sins.

Yan Buji closed his eyes, feeling the changes within his body. The integration of the Mirror Heart did not directly increase his total magical power, but it brought his comprehension of the laws of "Reflection," "Reality," "Illusion," and "Causality" to an unfathomable depth. He sensed his Infinity Chaotic Essence becoming more solid, and within the evolving chaotic scenery inside, an invisible, formless "Heart Mirror" appeared, capable of reflecting the essence of the heavens and All Realms.

His strength now stood at the pinnacle of the Youming Jie. With his Infinity Chaotic Essence and the Mirror Heart, he was confident he could confront beings such as the Lord of the Hall of Rebirth and High Priest Chang Wu, and even… defeat them in battle!

The flame of vengeance burned in his chest, sweeping across the Youming Jie, and the temptation to claim supremacy as ancestor loomed before his eyes.

However, when he used the Heart Mirror to reflect upon himself and discern the causal threads of the Youming Jie, what he saw was a road steeped in slaughter, conquest, and endless entanglement. Even if he could suppress the Hall of Rebirth, subdue the Asura Clan, and become the co‑ruler of the Youming Jie, what would that change? It would merely trap him in an even larger mire, binding him tighter to the ancient order of this realm, and the true transcendence he seeks—the ultimate chaos, the infinite ultimate—might drift ever farther away.

He recalled Han Wuxian, the opponent who used his own body as tinder to ignite the Order Light. Han Wuxian's Dao was to establish order and protect a realm. His own Dao was chaos, transcendence, breaking all restraints, and pursuing the boundless Infinity!

"The Youming Jie is ultimately too small, its pattern set, its laws flawed. To claim kingship here is not what my Dao seeks,"

A thought, like lightning flashing through darkness, suddenly became clear

"Dao Realm"!

It is an ancient legend passed among the highest beings, a realm of transcendence that towers above the heavens and All Realms, gathering the essence of countless epochs, countless civilizations, and countless Dao. It is said to be the source of all laws, the manifestation of truth; only those who truly touch the origin and possess infinite potential can perceive and locate its trace. There, one can truly glimpse the full picture of the Dao and pursue the ultimate transcendence.

In the past, Yan Buji regarded this only as a vague, ethereal legend. But now, having condensed his Infinity Chaotic Essence and merged with the Mirror Heart from the source of the Nefarious Mirror Hell, he felt a faint, barely perceptible pull between himself and a higher‑level existence beyond.

"This place is no longer where I can linger long,"

He made his decision. He abandoned the temptation to dominate the Youming Jie, avoided the final showdown with the Hall of Rebirth and the Asura Clan, and set out to pursue the more elusive yet far broader Dao Realm!

This was not fear, but a higher‑level pursuit. When he returns from the Dao Realm, these so‑called giants before him may be nothing more than common chickens and mud dogs.

He gathered all his breath, his form becoming vague within the mirror maze that was gradually losing its miracles. Relying on the Mirror Heart's supreme control over space and causality, he easily evaded the powerful thoughts that, agitated by the disappearance of the Mirror Heart's miracles, sought to probe the source.

He did not return to his former stronghold, nor did he loot any more resources. At his current level, the accumulation of external items was no longer crucial; the insight into his own Dao and the elevation of his essence were fundamental.

He arrived at the edge of the Nefarious Mirror Hell, at a point where space was thinnest and connected to the external Youming Void. He needed to find a suitable "jump platform" to leave the Youming Jie, follow the faint resonance of the Dao Realm, and embark on the quest for the Dao.

However, just as he prepared to tear the space and depart

"Yan Buji!"

A roar brimming with endless fury and murderous intent shattered the surrounding mirrors! A blood‑colored figure ripped through the void, bearing a torrent of Asura war spirit and the death‑stench of the Nether River, boldly descended!

It was High Priest Chang Wu!

He must have used some secret technique or an ancient link with the Nefarious Mirror Hell to pinpoint Yan Buji's general location, and at the moment the Mirror Heart's miracles faded and spatial fluctuations became abnormal, he precisely located him!

"Thief! Ant! Hand over the ancient god's legacy and the Mirror Heart! I will grant you a swift end!" Chang Wu's face twisted ferociously, his bone‑white staff pointed at Yan Buji, unleashing unreserved, immortal‑level pressure, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer force.

If this had occurred earlier, it would have been a fierce battle.

But now, Yan Buji simply stared at him calmly, his gaze neither sorrowful nor joyful, as if looking at an inconsequential obstacle.

"Chang Wu, your perspective ultimately lies only in this corner of the Youming Jie."

"My Dao, you are no longer worthy to be my opponent."

Before the words finished, Yan Buji raised his hand and gave a light flick.

There was no earth‑shaking clash of divine powers, no fierce confrontation of laws. Chang Wu's terrifying pressure, capable of shattering stars, when it came within three zhang of Yan Buji, seemed to meet an invisible barrier and dissolved on its own. He felt as if he were facing a bottomless chaotic starry sky, his power poured into it, unable to stir even a ripple.

"This… impossible!" Chang Wu's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief and horror. He could not comprehend how, in such a short time, Yan Buji's strength had risen to such an incomprehensible level!

"Get out. While I have not yet changed my mind."

Yan Buji spoke lightly, as if shooing away flies. He did not even employ any real technique; the unconscious chaotic field he emitted, fused with Infinity Essence and the Mirror Heart's power, already left Chang Wu feeling a suffocating despair.

Chang Wu's complexion turned iron‑blue, his grip on the staff tightening, yet he dared not strike again. He stared at Yan Buji as if to imprint his image into his soul, then, filled with endless humiliation and resentment, he violently tore the space and fled.

He dispersed the last obstacles, and Yan Buji no longer lingered. He pointed his finger like a blade, gently cutting across the void ahead.