Chapter 61 A Pretend-to-Become-Real: Accidentally Entering the Chaotic Sea

Within the gray Void Realm, the Laws of heaven and earth were like ten million invisible chains, strangling from all directions.

Chen Yuan's robes were torn by an invisible force, his white clothes fluttering loudly. The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

That force of rejection belonging to this Small World was enough to grind a mountain peak into fine powder.

But he just stood there.

Back straight, expression normal, as if watching a rainstorm in a courtyard.

Chi Jingzi's finger froze in mid-air.

He didn't hear the expected screams, nor did he see the fear a Mortal should have.

That white-robed youth stood under the crushing weight of the Laws of heaven and earth, his breathing steady and his heartbeat normal.

Something was wrong.

Chi Jingzi's heart shuddered, and his Golden Immortal Divine Thought reached out again. This time he saw clearly—on the surface of Chen Yuan's body.

A layer of almost transparent golden halo was slowly flowing, thin as a cicada's wing, yet it blocked all the crushing force three inches away.

The dao rhyme contained within that halo made his Dao Heart twitch violently.

It wasn't Dharmic power.

It wasn't Immortal power.

It was the Dao.

The pure, supreme Great Dao itself, seemingly originating from the same source as heaven and earth.

"What on earth are you?"

Chi Jingzi's voice changed; the condescending mockery was gone, replaced by an irrepressible alertness.

Chen Yuan looked up at him, his gaze very calm.

"You said just now, there is a difference between Immortals and Mortals?"

Chi Jingzi didn't answer; he decided to stop wasting words.

A Mortal's Physical Body hiding such a thing—no matter its origin, it had to be obliterated today.

The longer it dragged on, the greater the variables.

He suddenly formed hand seals, true words rolling out from his mouth.

The grotto-heaven transformed by this taiji diagram underwent a sudden, drastic change.

The originally gray Void Realm began to rotate, and two cyclones, one black and one white, surged from the poles of heaven and earth.

They turned into two giant pythons biting each other's tails, strangling toward Chen Yuan.

Refinement.

The core ability of the taiji diagram—Refining All Things, Returning to Chaos.

Even if it was a replica, under the full power of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, it was enough to refine a Taiyi Golden Immortal Cultivator.

A Mortal?

Not even dregs should remain.

The moment the black and white cyclones touched Chen Yuan's body, the golden halo around him suddenly brightened.

It wasn't an active activation.

It was a passive reaction.

As if something inside his body that had slept for countless ages instinctively opened an eye at the moment of life and death.

Great Dao Golden Wheel.

The Golden Wheel (embryonic form) operated on its own; deep within Chen Yuan's Niwan Palace, a golden ring of light slowly emerged.

The ring wasn't large, but it emitted a pressure that made Chi Jingzi's scalp tingle.

That was order.

Order above all Laws.

"Buzz—"

An extremely low vibration emanated from within Chen Yuan, like some ancient deity turning over in an eternal slumber.

The golden halo suddenly expanded.

The moment the black and white cyclones touched the golden light—stagnation.

Not blocked, but negated.

As if a higher-dimensional Law was saying: Forbidden.

The power of refinement was frozen three inches away by the Great Dao pressure released by the Golden Wheel.

"This is impossible!"

Chi Jingzi's face turned ashen; he increased his Dharmic power output, and the speed of his hand seals doubled.

The black and white cyclones within the grotto-heaven surged several times in size, crushing down again with a world-destroying roar.

The golden halo was compressed, shrinking from three feet to one foot.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Chen Yuan's forehead. His body was trembling—not from fear, but from the burden.

A Mortal's Physical Body was bearing the collision of two supreme powers.

His bones made faint cracking sounds, like a dam about to collapse.

But that Great Dao Golden Wheel remained as steady as a rock.

It even began to counterattack.

The golden halo was no longer passively defending, but actively releasing fine patterns outward.

These patterns were like ancient runes, or like the latitude and longitude lines on a chessboard—the moment they touched the black and white cyclones, they began to corrode, reconstruct, and overwrite.

Chi Jingzi finally felt true fear.

The taiji diagram replica in his hand wasn't being broken before that Great Dao pressure; it was being deconstructed.

Like a castle built of blocks by a child being casually toyed with by an adult's hand.

"Who on earth are you?!"

Chi Jingzi questioned sharply, his voice already hoarse.

Chen Yuan looked at him, his lips twitching.

He didn't know the answer himself.

But his body knew.

"Crack—"

A crisp, tooth-aching sound of shattering exploded within this grotto-heaven.

A crack appeared in the spatial barrier of the taiji diagram (replica).

The crack wasn't large, only about a fist wide. But the aura leaking from it caused Chi Jingzi's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

The other end of that crack was not the human world, nor the Immortal Realm.

It was a patch of Chaos older than the primordial era.

Chaos from before the Grandmist was divided and heaven and earth were opened.

Even the cultivation of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal could not peer into its depths.

"Not good! Space is out of control!"

Chi Jingzi was terrified; he suddenly flipped his right hand, wanting to retrieve the taiji diagram. He finally realized.

He had made a fatal mistake—the tolerance limit of the replica was far from enough to withstand the collision of two supreme powers.

He was gambling, and he had lost.

The taiji diagram scroll trembled violently in his palm, its dark yellow color fading rapidly.

Like an oil lamp about to burn out. And that crack was expanding at an alarming speed.

"Retract!"

Chi Jingzi shouted angrily, pouring Dharmic power into the scroll, forcibly reeling back this grotto-heaven that was about to collapse.

Space distorted.

The world spun.

Chen Yuan felt a massive force suddenly throw him out, the surrounding gray Void Realm shattering into countless points of light.

His body passed through those points of light like passing through a broken mirror.

"Thud!"

The back garden of the Chen Manor.

A body fell from a vortex that appeared out of thin air, crashing onto the grass by the pavilion, splashing up broken leaves.

His white clothes were stained with dust, and his face was pale, but he was still breathing.

Three figures landed beside him almost at the same instant.

"Ziyuan!"

Yunxiao knelt on one knee beside Chen Yuan, her jade finger resting on his pulse. Bixiao and Qiong Xiao protected him on either side, scanning the surroundings with awe-inspiring Killing Intent.

"He's fine," Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief, then her brows furrowed tightly, "But..."

She sensed it.

Chen Yuan's Physical Body was safe and sound, his pulse steady, and his Qi and blood normal.

But his Divine Soul—it was empty.

Like a perfectly intact house whose owner had disappeared.

"Sister?" Bixiao's heart tightened when she saw Yunxiao's face suddenly change.

Yunxiao slowly looked up, gazing at the ripple in time and space that was rapidly healing in the Void Realm.

A panic she had never felt in a thousand years of cultivation emerged in the depths of her eyes.

"His Divine Soul is not here."

"What do you mean?" Qiong Xiao asked anxiously.

Yunxiao stood up, pouring Immortal power into her eyes, desperately tracing the final direction of the aura before the ripple dissipated.

She saw it.

The end of that aura was not any heaven or earth she knew.

But a forbidden zone that even Saints would not easily set foot in.

Grandmist.

Her voice was very soft, yet it made Bixiao and Qiong Xiao freeze at the same time.

"His Divine Soul... has fallen into Chaos."

...

At the same moment.

Above the Chen Manor, an extremely faint golden light flashed and vanished, and Chi Jingzi's figure appeared a hundred zhang high in the sky.

He clutched his chest, his face pale, with a trail of blood winding down from the corner of his mouth.

The taiji diagram scroll in his hand was now dim and lusterless, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks, its spirituality completely lost.

Ruined.

The Magic Treasure bestowed by his Revered Master was ruined just like that.

He looked down at the white-robed figure lying on the ground in the Chen Manor courtyard, then at the three women surrounding him with soaring Killing Intent.

People from the Jie Sect.

He grit his teeth and, without a word, turned into a streak of light, escaped into the Void Realm, and vanished in an instant.

He left ten times faster than he had arrived.

He needed to return to Kunlun to report one thing to his Revered Master—

The thing hidden inside that Mortal's body had already exceeded his understanding.

...

Chaos.

No light, no darkness.

No up or down, no left or right.

No sound, no time.

A solitary wisp of consciousness drifted in the boundless extinction.

He didn't know who he was.

He didn't know where he came from.

He didn't know where he was going.

He only remembered one thing.

Playing chess.

That wisp of consciousness slowly curled up in Chaos, like a seed sinking into the deepest soil.

Waiting to sprout.