483: The tower trembled, and the Purple Cloud Order was issued.

Outside the Tongtian Pagoda, the massive square was now deathly silent.

Millions of Cultivators, regardless of cultivation level or Origin, all tilted their heads back, staring fixedly at the giant light screen.

Everyone was as if struck by a heavy blow, frozen in place.

Mouths slightly agape, pupils dilated, brains completely blank.

Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage!

Natal immortal swords, leaving their hands in betrayal.

This was a myth enough to subvert the worldview of any Sword Cultivator.

"Pfft!"

Within the light screen, the figure of the Yaoguang Saintess blurred for a moment.

Led out by a gentle force, she appeared in a specific area of the square.

As soon as she landed, she could no longer suppress her injuries.

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Junior Sister!"

Several Disciples from the same Yaoguang Holy Land hurried forward to support her.

But the Yaoguang Saintess seemed as if she hadn't heard.

Her eyes were hollow, out of focus, just staring blankly up at the light screen.

At the position of the eighteenth floor, that point of light had disappeared.

In its place, on the nineteenth floor, a brand new point of light lit up.

Then, it was the twentieth floor.

The twenty-first floor!

Her gaze followed that constantly upward-leaping point of light, in those eyes that once overflowed with the sharpness of the Dao of the Sword and endless pride.

Now, only a patch of gray defeat and a reverence from the depths of her Soul remained.

After a brief, deathly silence, the square erupted like a volcano, breaking out into unprecedented clamor.

"Nineteenth floor! He's reached the nineteenth floor!"

"My God! In the eighteenth floor's sword dao world, he stayed for less than ten breaths of time?"

"That wasn't passing a trial! Didn't you see? Ten thousand swords submitting! He made the Laws of the entire sword dao world bow their heads to him!"

"This person... who on earth is this person?!"

One after another, the exclamations gathered into a wave, shaking the clouds... Tongtian Pagoda, nineteenth floor.

Illusory Heart Dharma Realm.

There were no physical attacks here, yet it was more dangerous than any blade or sword.

It could point directly at the human heart, stirring up the deepest fears, greeds, and obsessions within a Cultivator.

Turning into endless Heart Demon illusions, reversing reality, enough to make those with weak Dao Hearts sink for eternity.

Throughout the ages, countless Prodigies and heroes had met their downfall here, their Dao Hearts collapsing, reduced to useless people.

Shen Yuanmo stepped into it, the light and shadows before his eyes shifting.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the Blue Star of his previous life.

Parents still alive, family harmony, no immortal cultivation, no killing, only a mundane and warm daily life.

In another instant, he reigned over the Nine Heavens, becoming the Dominator of myriad worlds, his words becoming Law, with countless Fairies and goddesses surrounding him, enjoying the peak of pleasure.

In another instant, he was hunted by endless enemies, with no way to heaven and no door to the earth, covered in blood, on the brink of desperation.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, desire... all kinds of emotions, billions of illusions, surged like a tide, wanting to completely drown his Divine Soul.

However, these Heart Demons, which seemed fatal to outside Cultivators.

In Shen Yuanmo's Sea of Consciousness, they failed to stir even a single ripple.

Shen Yuanmo's Mahayana-level Divine Sense was truly terrifying.

In his eyes, these so-called illusions.

Were merely clumsy plays woven from a trace of the Law of Illusion, their structure, context, and Origin clearly visible and full of flaws.

"Illusions are born from the heart, and the human heart is ever-changing; it's quite interesting."

Instead of dispelling the illusions, Shen Yuanmo closed his eyes.

Standing in the center of the illusory world, his massive Divine Sense spread out, actually beginning to actively analyze the essence of this Illusory Heart Law.

Using these infinite illusions, he deduced the human heart, dissecting the roots of the seven emotions and six desires.

This was a form of reverse cultivation.

The Heart Demons that ordinary people avoided like the plague became the nourishment for him to perfect his own Great Dao.

Within the Dantian Sea of Qi, that chaos dao embryo vibrated slightly.

It seemed to have gained a trace of mysterious insight into this kind of Great Dao involving the human heart and the spiritual level.

A moment later.

Shen Yuanmo opened his eyes and took a step forward.

His whole being seemed to pass through a layer of water, directly ignoring the rules of the entire Illusory Heart world, his figure vanishing from the spot.

On the external light screen, his point of light was at the nineteenth floor.

Without staying for almost any time, it jumped directly to the twentieth floor.

"He... he passed again!"

"The Illusory Heart Dharma Realm! Even those Saints and Divine Sons would have to sit cross-legged inside for half a day to stabilize their Dao Hearts; how could he..."

"A monster! This is absolutely a monster!"

If the previous Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage was a miracle, then this climbing speed that ignored all rules was a blatant crushing.

This unreasonable ascent finally caught the attention of those truly top-tier existences within Tongtian City.

In the east of the city, within a Dao palace floating above the sea of clouds.

An old man wearing a Bagua Daoist robe, with the air of an immortal.

He was playing chess with someone when he suddenly paused, the chess piece suspended in mid-air, his gaze piercing through the infinite Void Realm, landing on the light screen of the Tongtian Pagoda.

"Hmm? This lad... is unreasonable."

In the west of the city, within a war pavilion overflowing with Evil Qi.

A burly general clad in heavy armor, with an aura as deep as an abyss.

He was wiping a giant axe when he abruptly looked up, Divine light erupting from his bell-like eyes.

"Such speed! Investigate! Go investigate who this point of light represents!"

In the center of the city, atop the highest Star Plucking Tower.

A woman of peerless grace, dressed in palace attire, was leaning against the railing and looking into the distance; she lightly raised her fair hand.

A water mirror appeared out of thin air, clearly reflecting the point of light that was skyrocketing.

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on her face.

Meanwhile, inside the pagoda, Shen Yuanmo knew nothing of the outside world and didn't care at all.

He went all the way up.

The thirtieth floor, the Long River of Time.

The Law of Time was like a docile stream before him; he strolled through it, sensing the flow and stillness of time.

The fortieth floor, the Spatial Labyrinth.

Countless spatial fragments and traps were like patterns on his palm under his Insight into Origin; he walked leisurely, as if entering an uninhabited place.

The fiftieth floor, the Dead Domain of Silence, with the Law of Silence enough to corrode all vitality.

Instead, it was crazily devoured by his Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture, becoming nourishment for the chaos dao embryo.

Time, Space, Silence, Reincarnation, Five Elements... floor after floor of Law worlds, one hardship after another.

Before Shen Yuanmo, they all turned into steps leading to a higher Realm.

Upon his chaos dao embryo, more and more divine runes were engraved, becoming increasingly complex, and his aura became deeper and more vast.

By this time, the ancient will of the Tongtian Pagoda had been completely startled.

It was no longer marveling but had fallen into an unprecedented shock and confusion.

Because it had discovered an inconceivable thing.

Every time Shen Yuanmo passed a floor, the Law world of that floor, instead of being depleted because it was cracked.

Its Law stability actually rose instead of falling.

Those originally violent and chaotic Laws seemed to have been combed through again by an invisible giant hand.

Becoming purer, more stable, and closer to the Origin.

"He... he isn't passing trials..."

"He... he is perfecting this pagoda!!!"

The ancient will let out a silent roar, and the entire body of the Tongtian Pagoda emitted a slight hum... Meanwhile.

In the distant Zixiao Holy Land.

The atmosphere was murderous, suppressed to the extreme.

On the vast and boundless martial arts arena in the center of the Holy Land.

The Zixiao Holy Lord descended in person, standing on the high platform with a cold face and eyes like lightning.

Below, three hundred Law Enforcement Hall war Cultivators clad in purple thunder battle armor, along with over ten Grand Elders with unfathomable auras, had already assembled.

A sky-piercing killing intent stirred the wind and clouds, staining the entire sky of the Holy Land with a layer of blood-red.

"Invite the Sect-Protecting Treasure!"

As the Zixiao Holy Lord's majestic voice rang out.

He reached out his hand.

An ancient, simple token carved entirely from unknown purple crystal and surrounded by billions of thunder runes.

Soared into the sky from the depths of the Holy Land's Forbidden Ground and fell into his palm.

The zixiao token!

An eighth-grade High Grade Dao Artifact, it was also the symbol of the Zixiao Holy Land's authority and foundation.

Once this order emerged, it meant the Holy Land had entered the highest state of combat readiness, a fight to the death.

Holding the token, the Zixiao Holy Lord looked around at the crowd with high Battle Intent, his voice bone-chillingly cold, echoing through heaven and earth.

"This Lord knows that this trip to Tongtian City is unpredictable, with a slim chance of survival!"

"But, our Zixiao Holy Land has no way back!"

"Either we step over that brat's bones and let our Holy Land's prestige shine once again in the Central Province!"

"Or, we all die in battle, using our blood to wash away the Sect's humiliation!"

"Do you all dare to follow this Lord in a fight to the death?!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Three hundred war Cultivators and dozens of Elders roared in unison, their voices shaking the Nine Heavens!

The Zixiao Holy Lord said no more; he held the zixiao token high and swung it down fiercely.

"Target: Tongtian City!"

"Depart!"

Rumble!

The Void Realm was forcibly torn open with nine massive cracks.

Nine warships, even larger than the nine dragon warships, cast entirely from ten-thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood and engraved with extinction divine runes, slowly sailed out.

Carrying the overwhelming killing intent of an immortal Holy Land, they grandly charged into the spatial cracks, heading resolutely toward Tongtian City.