480: Strolling leisurely inside the Tower of Babel

Everything that happened within the Tianji Tower branch in Tongtian City.

Shen Yuanmo was naturally completely unaware, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care in the slightest.

At this moment, he stood before the magnificent Tongtian Pagoda, which soared majestically into the clouds.

This pagoda was forged from some unknown divine metal, its entire body a rustic, Profound Yellow.

Upon its body, phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars revolved, and imprints of ancient gods and demons floated.

An indescribable sense of vastness and antiquity assailed him, as if it were not a mere structure.

But an ancient deity that had existed since the dawn of creation, silently observing the changes of billions of years.

"The mysteries beyond Mahayana..."

Shen Yuanmo's gaze pierced through the thick pagoda gate, as if to see through all the profound secrets hidden within.

"Perfect, let me see what it truly is."

His expression calm, he walked to the pagoda gate with the surging crowd.

After paying a sum of Spirit Stones as an entrance fee, enough to bankrupt an ordinary Soul Transformation Cultivator, he stepped into the enormous, shimmering pagoda gate.

Om—

Space shifted.

In the next instant, Shen Yuanmo's figure appeared in an boundless, gray (gray and hazy) world.

As soon as he stepped in, a terrifying force capable of crushing stars wildly squeezed in from all directions.

This power was formless and intangible, yet omnipresent.

The earth, the air, space, and even every speck of dust, all contained the ultimate heavy Law power.

Ten thousand times gravity!

Under such terrifying pressure, the circulation of spiritual power within his body became incredibly sluggish, and the flow of blood slowed by three-tenths.

Even his Divine Soul felt as if it were being dragged by an invisible large hand, pulling it deep into the earth's core.

Shen Yuanmo looked around.

In this first layer of the world, there were already thousands of Cultivators.

All of them were Prodigies and outstanding talents from various major forces, with the lowest cultivation being Spirit Transformation Late Stage.

Yet at this moment, these favored children of heaven, who usually looked down on everyone, were all in a sorry state.

Some Cultivators had summoned a shimmering flying boat Magic Treasure, enveloping themselves within it.

However, the light of the flying boat flickered under the terrifying gravity, clearly unable to sustain itself for long.

Some Cultivators had powerful Physical Bodies, radiating precious light and gritting their teeth.

With every step they took, the ground beneath their feet cracked, and their bones emitted crisp 'creaking' sounds.

Even more, some had already collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.

They didn't even have the strength to stand up, and could only reluctantly crush their Transmission Jade Talismans, being teleported out of the pagoda.

This first layer of the Tongtian Pagoda was the first checkpoint for weeding out the weak.

Those who couldn't even adapt to the ten thousand times gravity of the first layer were not qualified to proceed further.

Shen Yuanmo's arrival did not attract much attention.

He merely stood quietly in place, closing his eyes, not immediately activating his spiritual power or physical strength to resist like the others.

This scene fell into the eyes of a young man in luxurious clothes not far away.

The young man was wielding a three-foot green sword, its sword light forming a protective shield.

Barely protecting him, he saw Shen Yuanmo motionless and couldn't help but sneer.

"Heh, another rookie scared silly."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an undisguised sense of superiority.

"Can't even withstand the Gravity Law of the first layer, yet dares to challenge the Tongtian Pagoda? Truly overestimating himself."

Several other Cultivators who were also struggling to endure glanced at Shen Yuanmo, deeply agreeing with the sentiment.

In their eyes, there was sympathy, but more often, an 'as expected' indifference.

Shen Yuanmo seemed to ignore the mockery from outside.

In his world of perception, everything had changed.

The omnipresent terrifying gravity was no longer mere pressure.

Instead, it was instantly analyzed by his Insight into Origin into billions of complex and profound Law runes.

These runes, like playful spirits, leaped, flowed, and combined within his Sea of Consciousness.

Exposing the essence of the great Dao of Gravity Law, nakedly before him.

Observing the patterns of these runes, a thought suddenly arose in Shen Yuanmo's mind.

"Why resist?"

"Since this Law is a part of the world, a truly existing entity, why treat it as an enemy and fight against it with all one's might?"

"Wouldn't it be better to integrate with it, to control it?"

As soon as this thought emerged, it was like a prairie fire, instantly illuminating his entire thought process.

That's right!

His Dao was the Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture, which was to assimilate all Dao into himself, transforming them into Chaos.

The Gravity Law was also one of the myriad Dao!

With this thought, Shen Yuanmo's mind stirred slightly, and the continuously operating Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture quietly made extremely subtle adjustments.

The next moment.

A wondrous scene unfolded.

His Chaos Dao Body seemed to resonate with the Gravity Law of this world in some profound and mysterious way.

The terrifying pressure, originally capable of crushing mountains, at the moment it touched his body.

Not only did it cause no harm, but it flowed gently into his limbs and bones like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, perfectly merging with his Chaos Qi.

The feeling was like a traveler who had trekked through the desert for months, plunging into a cool, sweet spring.

Immensely comfortable, immensely pleasant.

The ten thousand times gravity was no longer a burden; instead, it became a natural nourishment for his Physical Body.

Shen Yuanmo slowly opened his eyes, a barely perceptible smile flashing across his gaze.

Then, under the gaze of hundreds of astonished, stunned, or disbelieving eyes around him.

He took a step.

No spiritual power fluctuations, no precious light protecting his body, not even a trace of brute physical strength was used.

He simply, ordinarily, step by step, walked towards the luminous gate leading to the second layer in the distance.

His pace was unhurried, his demeanor calm and at ease.

As if strolling in his own backyard.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

All the Prodigies who were struggling against the Gravity Law stopped their movements.

Each one's mouth hung open, their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"This... this... he..."

The young man in luxurious clothes who had previously mocked Shen Yuanmo, his Magic Sword clattered to the ground.

The sword light shield instantly shattered, and the terrifying gravity pressed him firmly to the ground.

But he was completely oblivious, merely staring fixedly at the leisurely strolling figure, his mind a blank.

How is this possible!

Who is he?

Countless questions, like thunderbolts, exploded in his mind.

Shattering his pathetic pride and sense of superiority, his Dao Heart even showing faint cracks.

In this deathly silence.

An ancient and majestic will swept down from an unknown height of the Tongtian Pagoda, pausing slightly on Shen Yuanmo.

"Hmm? A strange challenger."

A faint trace of surprise emanated from that will.

"Not resisting the Law, but rather... assimilating the Law?"

Shen Yuanmo paid no attention to any of this.

He calmly walked past those dumbfounded Prodigies, stepping into the luminous gate leading to the second layer.

Leaving behind a mysterious and imposing figure that would be unforgettable for all of them.

And the moment he stepped into the luminous gate, within his Dantian Sea of Qi.

A brand new Divine Pattern quietly appeared on the Dao Embryo seated in the center of Chaos.

That Divine Pattern was ancient and profound, perfectly elucidating the Origin mystery of the Gravity Law... Meanwhile.

Zixiao Holy Land.

Magnificent, solemn, suspended above the sea of clouds, bathed in ten thousand streaks of purple Qi.

For billions of years, this place had been the supreme sanctuary in the hearts of Cultivators in the Central Continent Divine Land.

However, today, this eternal solemnity was completely torn apart by a shrill roar.

"Quick! Go report to the Holy Lord!"

"Something big has happened!!!"

Accompanying this voice, a tearing spatial rift, carrying violent Void Realm turbulence, violently exploded on the plaza in front of the Zixiao Divine Palace.

A bloody figure tumbled out of the rift in disarray.

He fell heavily onto the ground paved with White Jade, leaving a long trail of blood.

It was none other than the Grand Elder, True Man Xuan He, who had escaped from the Tianji Tower.

His Daoist robes were tattered, his immortal demeanor completely gone.

His hair bun was disheveled and stained with blood, no longer showing any trace of the bearing of a Half-step Mahayana expert.