384: Explore the Remnant

In Luolaha Cha's surviving memories, the Primal Demon Realm and the Light God Realm, two adjacent Great Thousand Realm Domains, were sworn enemies.

Small-scale skirmishes never ceased, and every hundred thousand years, a major war would erupt, sweeping across both realms.

The war that ultimately led to Luolaha Cha's demise was arguably the most tragic battle in the history of the two realms.

The supreme Demon Gods of the Primal Demon Realm and the main gods of the Light God Realm, beings comparable to Saints in the Immortal-Demon Realm, each had no less than five of their kind perish!

The Middle Thousand Realm Domains that were caught in the crossfire and utterly destroyed numbered over a thousand.

Its ferocity was truly world-shattering.

Fragments of Luolaha Cha's memory vaguely pointed to the fuse of this catastrophe—a treasure called the Holy Key.

He did not know the specific function of the Holy Key, only vaguely remembering that in order to contend for it, the two Great Thousand Realm Domains almost exhausted all their foundations, staking all their lives and fortunes.

Even supreme Demon Gods and main gods, beings of such caliber, fell five at a time, yet the war still did not cease, which showed the extraordinary importance of this Holy Key.

Xiao Zhuo continued to peruse Luolaha Cha's memory fragments.

Finally, the scene froze in the second ten thousand years after the war erupted.

Luolaha Cha's Primal Demon Realm legion was heavily surrounded by an elite Light Angel legion.

Although he fought desperately to carve out a bloody path, he was still pursued by three eight-winged angels whose strength was comparable to Golden Immortals.

Ultimately, he traded his life for another's, taking one angel down with him, and reached the end of his own life.

In the last moment before his consciousness dissipated, he saw the two Great Thousand Realm Domains being forcibly moved closer by supreme magical power, and the boundary walls of the two realms collided with a thunderous crash!

The war of destruction was thus completely ignited!

Xiao Zhuo could deduce the final outcome of the two realms from this last scene.

There were only two possible endings.

Either one side would win, devouring and refining the Origin of the opposing boundary realm.

Or they would be locked in a stalemate until both Great Thousand Realm Domains perished together and completely collapsed under the relentless ravages of endless war.

Combining the information obtained from Xue Tian, Xiao Zhuo understood—the final outcome was clearly the latter.

Both glorious Great Thousand Worlds had perished in the dust of history.

And the Blood Demon Realm's advancement was precisely to fill the vacant position left by one of them.

In an instant, a flash of insight struck Xiao Zhuo's mind!

The Shattered Realm outside the world sand... seemed somewhat familiar... could it be the Primal Demon Realm from Luolaha Cha's memories?

Although what he saw now was vastly different from the magnificent scene in his memory, certain surviving traces seemed to subtly align.

As for Luolaha Cha's memories regarding the river of time, they were a blank slate.

It was as if once the imprints of all existence were absorbed by the river of time, they entered a state of complete "Seal," unable to perceive any movement within the river.

"If this place is truly the ruins of the Primal Demon Realm..." Xiao Zhuo's thoughts raced, and a flicker of certainty quietly arose.

Luolaha Cha's memories happened to contain the approximate location of the Primal Demon Realm's Great Thousand Origin!

Even if hundreds of millions of years had passed and the place was unrecognizable, knowing a possible source was better than blindly searching like a headless fly.

"Heaven helps me!" Xiao Zhuo's heart settled.

He carefully placed Luolaha Cha's remaining body into the outer layer of his zizai world, then exited the zizai world himself, reappearing above the surging Blood Sea Origin of the Blood Demon Realm.

As soon as his figure solidified, the space beside him rippled slightly, and Xue Tian, clad in a dark red imperial robe, appeared silently.

At this moment, his aura was solid and heavy, showing no trace of his previous weakness, evidently having used some secret art to forcibly recover some of his injuries in a short time; at least, he no longer appeared weak.

"Let's go!" A sharp glint flashed in Xue Tian's blood-red eyes, his tone flat but unquestionable.

Xiao Zhuo nodded slightly, saying no more.

Their figures blurred instantly, and the next moment they had passed through the barrier of the world sand, finding themselves in the eternally silent "Dark Realm."

As soon as they appeared, a cold, twisted, ominous, and bizarre aura, like a maggot in the bone, Entanglement (wrapped around) them, frantically attempting to corrode Xiao Zhuo's Physical Body and Divine Soul.

"Free and Natural Heavenly Art!" Xiao Zhuo's mind stirred, and the profound art within him rapidly circulated. A faint, shimmering light instantly covered his body, barely isolating the chilling ominous feeling.

He glanced at Xue Tian, only to see the Blood Demon Realm's master enveloped in a dense crimson light, likewise resisting the omnipresent corrosive power of the Dark Realm.

"Don't be careless!" Xue Tian's low voice sounded, carrying a rare solemnity, "The 'unspeakable power' here is extremely strange. Even I, if exposed for a long time, would be slowly corroded and assimilated by it. Moreover, this power will disturb Divine Sense; if you use Divine Sense to probe, you will even experience illusions and accelerate the corrosion. Our current defense is merely slowing down this process. We only have two months at most!"

Xiao Zhuo nodded solemnly.

The two no longer delayed, transforming into two faint streaks of light, and sped towards the massive Shattered Realm suspended in the Dark Realm, now less than ten thousand miles away.

The boundary realm before them could only be described as "Shattered Realm."

The once incredibly solid Great Thousand Realm wall, which had separated all realms, was long gone, leaving only a riddled surface world exposed to the Dark Realm, with colossal, festering wounds everywhere.

Xiao Zhuo quietly activated his Divine Eye of Illusion Breaking, and a faint silver glow appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The world in his vision instantly lost its color, turning into a monotonous and oppressive black and white.

However, as far as the eye could see, over ninety percent of the area was permeated with a deep, inky "black," which was an ineffably dense ominousness and dead silence. Beyond that, almost no valuable information could be captured.

The two moved extremely fast, stepping onto this desolate land in an instant.

Underfoot was soil that was unimaginably hard, mixed with countless decaying metal fragments and unidentifiable remains.

Xiao Zhuo attempted to perceive, but could only capture countless scattered, chaotic fragments of the Great Dao Law, like shards of glass.

Want to mobilize them? It was as difficult as ascending to heaven! Even attempting to reassemble and sort these fragments with the Dao Principle of Freedom would require astonishing mental effort and time.

Using Law Great Dao Divine Ability here was almost a fool's dream.

"The Origin of this realm might still exist, but its Great Dao Law... seems to have been completely crushed by some unimaginable terrifying power, already shattered like a broken mirror." Xiao Zhuo completely gave up trying, gaining a deeper understanding of the cruelty of this battlefield.

Like ghosts, the two flew at low altitude over the barren and desolate surface of the Shattered Realm.

As far as the eye could see, there were only endless ruins, bottomless giant rifts, solidified lava oceans, and scattered, long-decayed and weathered mountain-like corpses.

There was no trace of life, only eternal silence and the aura of destruction.

"We can't keep searching aimlessly like this." Xue Tian stopped at the edge of a giant impact crater, tens of thousands of miles in diameter, bent down, and picked up a dull, cracked triangular metal fragment, his thumb caressing its cold surface, "We must find a path to the core Origin of this realm! That is our only goal."

Xiao Zhuo's gaze fell on the fragment, his pupils contracting slightly.

Luolaha Cha's memory was instantly awakened—in a dazzling golden light, a majestic twelve-winged angel held a Holy Sword... This fragment was a piece of that Holy Sword after it shattered!

"A fragment of the Holy Sword of the Light God Realm... This place is indeed related to the Primal Demon Realm or the Light God Realm! Could it even be a product of the twisted Fusion of the two realms' remains after their destruction?" Xiao Zhuo's gaze moved from the fragment, sweeping across the dark, desolate, and hellish scorched earth once more.

This was vastly different from the deep, treacherous primeval caves of the Primal Demon Realm described in Luolaha Cha's memory, or the cloud-shrouded Divine Realm of the Light God Realm, bathed in Holy Light.

The two continued to fly in silence, although their Divine Sense occasionally swept out, it only covered ten thousand miles, unable to extend too far. Once their Divine Sense moved away, the erosion of the unspeakable power would intensify.

The Great Thousand Realm Domain was vast and boundless, its area measured in light-years. Even shattered to this extent, its surface area was despairingly immense.

Even with their astonishing speed, without being able to fully utilize Divine Sense, without being able to tear space, and only relying on their Physical Body for flight, their exploration efficiency remained low.

The Dark Realm had no sun, moon, or stars, only eternal gloom.

There was no sky within the Shattered Realm either; looking up revealed the suffocating Void Realm of the Dark Realm.

Time flowed silently in the dead stillness.

As they passed over the ruins of a withered forest, now charred and as vast as mountains, the silver glow in Xiao Zhuo's eyes suddenly flickered intensely!

An extremely blurry image, a geographical outline, momentarily overlapped with something in his field of vision!

"Old Ancestor! This way!" Xiao Zhuo's voice carried a hint of imperceptible urgency, his direction instantly shifting as he accelerated towards the front left.

Xue Tian's blood-red eyes narrowed, and he followed without hesitation: "Xiao Zhuo? What have you found?"

Xiao Zhuo's gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, his tone strongly directional: "There! That direction... perhaps there's a path to the inner world!"

He pointed into the distance.

Xue Tian followed the direction of his finger, gazing intently.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the earth appeared as if it had been violently punched through by an invisible giant fist!

A terrifying, bottomless sinkhole, millions of miles in diameter, like a giant maw leading to Hell, appeared starkly on the dim horizon, exuding an ancient, chilling aura of destruction.