282: Chapter 282 The Yellow Gate, A Small World

The moment Chu Sheng stepped into the palace, he thought he would see a great hall.

Something resplendent and magnificent, or perhaps filled with eerie Yin Qi; in any case, just a room.

But what he saw was a sky.

It was not a fake sky painted on a dome, but a real sky, with clouds, wind, and a horizon in the distance.

He stood on a desolate plain, green grass beneath his feet, a blue sky overhead, and undulating mountains in the distance, like a painting.

Chu Sheng was stunned and looked back behind him.

There was no door behind him, only a Void Realm where the outline of the palace could be vaguely seen.

He reached out to touch it and felt an invisible barrier, warm to the touch, like feeling a thin film of water.

"Small World..." His voice was a bit hoarse.

He had heard before that ancient mighty figures could create a Small World.

But that was merely a legend of legends, even more profound than the Divine Ability Realm; he had never seen it, nor had he heard of anyone who had truly accomplished it.

With his cultivation at the Early Stage of Dao Completion, he couldn't even touch the edge of a Small World.

He even felt that the Tongxuan Realm wouldn't suffice, and the Yufa Realm would also be barely enough.

Only the legendary Guiyi Realm, where all laws converge into one and Divine Abilities are boundless, could transform small Divine Abilities into great Divine Abilities, perhaps even creating a world.

Chu Sheng stood on that desolate plain, silent for a long time.

He thought of the Fengxian Secret Realm, that Secret Realm which formed a world of its own, rich in Spiritual Qi and filled with heavy Restrictions.

He had always thought it was formed naturally.

Now that he thought about it, it was not.

It was created by a mighty figure using great power.

The Heavenly Demon Ancestor could create a Small World, and so could the Feng Xian.

The value of these two was even higher than he had imagined.

Chu Sheng took a deep breath, suppressing that shock.

In the center of the desolate plain stood seven doors.

Seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—like seven rainbows thrust into the ground.

Each door was three zhang high, with dense runes carved onto the frames, emitting light of different colors.

The red door glowed with a scorching red light, like a burning flame.

The orange door was warm and gentle, like the autumn sunset.

The yellow door shone with golden light, like a pile of gold.

The green door was full of vitality, like a spring field.

The cyan door was cold and deep, like a cold pool in the deep mountains.

The blue door was as deep as the sea, like an endless ocean.

The purple door was noble and mysterious, like a monarch's crown.

Chu Sheng walked to the purple door and stopped.

The runes on the door were dim and lusterless, and the door frame was covered in cracks, as if it had been blasted open by something.

The door was slightly ajar; Chu Sheng reached out, pushed it open, and walked in.

Inside the door was a ruin.

Charred earth, shattered peaks, dried-up rivers.

The air was filled with a scent of decay, mixed with faint golden Devilish Qi.

The aura of Arrogance.

Chu Sheng's heart sank.

Arrogance had been here.

And he had destroyed this place.

Chu Sheng did not go deeper and retreated.

He pushed open the golden door—Greed.

The scene inside was better, but not by much.

Scattered on the ground were broken treasures, ruined Magic Treasures, and withered Spirit Medicines.

The air retained the aura of Greed, faint, like overnight wine.

Chu Sheng remembered the Treasure Troves in the Reverse Demon Tower, and the scene where the Obsession of Greed was devoured by Arrogance.

He closed the door.

The black door—Gluttony.

Inside the door was a mess.

The ground was gnawed into pits and bumps, as if bitten by countless mouths.

The air was filled with a nauseating, putrid odor.

Chu Sheng frowned and closed the door.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple—seven doors, three had already been destroyed.

Arrogance, Greed, and Gluttony corresponded to purple, blue, and orange.

The remaining four—Wrath, Envy, lust, and Sloth.

Wrath was the red door, Envy was the green door, lust was the yellow door, and Sloth was the blue door.

Chu Sheng walked to the yellow door and stopped.

lust.

Which was also lust.

His Origin.

He did not rush to push the door, but instead took out the Heavenly Secret Calculation.

The phantom of the bamboo slip cylinder appeared, shook, and a slip jumped out.

A top-tier slip.

Auspicious.

Chu Sheng put away the cylinder, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He reached out and pushed open the yellow door.

The world behind the door did not disappoint him.