150: Buried in a bottle

Mo Land Spirit Territory. The vast aura of The Three Daughters establishing their Dao had not yet fully subsided, standing like three newborn heavenly pillars, supporting this territory just severed from the Spirit Realm.

The Thunder Sword Great Wall operated silently; purple lightning and silver radiance intertwined, firmly blocking the prying eyes and malice from the outside.

Inside the city, the Sequence Legion, nourished by the rich Spiritual Qi of the Spirit Realm, had an aura that became increasingly refined and formidable.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

The Foundation was established, high-end combat power had initially formed; it seemed they could finally catch their breath at this edge of the Spirit Realm and plan slowly.

However, at the core of the command tower, Mo Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the deeper, more dangerous starry sky of the Spirit Realm. There was no ease on his face; on the contrary, he looked more solemn than ever before.

His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the cold control console, the rhythm carrying a kind of instinctive deduction and calculation.

"Not right..." his low self-talk echoed in the empty tower.

It was too quiet.

Since Han Li had struck to frighten off that unknown Mahayana, since he had forcibly severed the territory and built the city, and then The Three Daughters had invoked the Law to establish their Dao... this series of earth-shattering actions should logically have triggered the nerves of deeper existences in the Spirit Realm long ago.

Even if they feared Han Li's deterrence, it shouldn't be such a complete silence.

Those old monsters who had lived for countless thousands of years would never easily allow an outsider, especially one wielding such "heretical" power, to take root in their territory.

This silence was more like a tacit approval, an observation, or perhaps... a wait.

Waiting for what?

Waiting for the deterrence Han Li left behind to fade with time?

Waiting for them to fully uncover his bottom line?

Or was it... waiting for something inevitable to happen?

Heavenly Dao backlash!

These four words suddenly coiled around Mo Yuan's heart like a cold venomous snake.

Right, how could he have almost forgotten this most fundamental threat!

He had killed his way from the Lower Realm to the Spirit Realm, acting in a Heaven-Defying manner, slaughtering all living things, refining the sequence, stealing from the netherworld, and even now forcibly severing the Spirit Realm's territory... Every single one of these acts was a massive provocation to the Laws of heaven and earth.

In the past, in the Lower Realm, perhaps because his rank was lower, the Heavenly Dao rules had limits and delays in their reaction, and he had the magic bottle and various means to cover it up.

But this was the Spirit Realm!

A place where the Law was more complete, the Heavenly Dao perception was sharper, and the level was higher!

Han Li's strike might have temporarily shielded certain locks based on "Karma" and "traces," but that rejection and elimination mechanism originating from the Origin of the world against "abnormalities" and "rebellion" would never disappear!

It would only accumulate and brew continuously until a certain critical point, and then it would descend with a force countless times more terrifying than in the Lower Realm... with a bang!

That would be the hostility of the entire Spirit Realm!

It would be true destruction by heaven and earth!

At that time, what Thunder Sword Great Wall, what Sword Bone Dragon, what The Three Daughters establishing their Dao—before the power of the entire Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao, they would all likely be as fragile as paper!

Can't wait!

Must not passively wait for that day to arrive!

Must take the initiative!

Must find a way to survive before the thunderous anger of the Heavenly Dao backlash fully erupts!

Or rather... a way to "die"!

A plan that was crazy to the extreme quickly took shape and was perfected in his Sea of Consciousness, which was deeply connected to the magic bottle and had absorbed the knowledge of countless civilizations' legacies.

To be reborn, one must first face death!

Since what the Heavenly Dao wanted to eliminate was him, the source of this "abnormality," the magic bottle, and the Foundation of the sequence... then, as long as this "source" temporarily "disappeared," or "existed" in a way that the Heavenly Dao could not understand or lock onto, he could buy the most crucial time!

He wanted... a Bottle Burial of the Self!

Using himself as a sacrifice, the magic bottle as a coffin, and leaping into the most dangerous, chaotic, and best place to isolate all prying eyes of heaven's secrets in the Spirit Realm—the core of the Thunder Abyss!

Utilizing the endless, violent Chaos Thunder Gang there to refine, mask, and even... reshape the essential nature of himself and the magic bottle!

"Artifact Spirit." Mo Yuan's consciousness sank deep into the magic bottle.

Light dust gathered, and the Artifact Spirit's indifferent figure appeared: "Host."

"Deduce the feasibility of the 'Integrate into Bottle, Leap into Abyss to Seek Change' plan. Goal: Evade the Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao lock, seek an essential leap."

The Artifact Spirit was silent for a moment, data streams washing over its eyes like a waterfall: "The plan has feasibility. Based on the Ancient Civilization's 'Ultimate Obstacle Avoidance' theory and the current dual-pattern stable structure of the magic bottle, the success rate is estimated at: 7.3%. Risk: Extremely high. There is a risk that the subject's consciousness will completely dissipate or assimilate with the magic bottle, losing autonomy."

"7.3%... that's enough." There was no hesitation in Mo Yuan's eyes, only ice-cold determination. "Execute the final contingency plan: 'Zero' Submarine Voyage."

"Command confirmed. Starting to peel off non-essential external connections, converging all sequence unit energy fluctuations, entering absolute silence mode. Energy core switching to internal circulation..." The Artifact Spirit began to execute a series of complex operations.

Mo Yuan turned around, took one last look at the territory he had captured with his own hands and just managed, and looked at the three powerful auras that had become pillars. There was no lingering attachment or hesitation in his eyes.

They had already formed a climate and were enough to guard this Foundation while he was away.

His figure quietly disappeared from the command tower.

The next moment, he appeared at the highest point of Mo Capital, the dual-pattern magic bottle hovering in his arms, the bottle mouth facing down, emitting a faint light.

"Big Brother?" (Mo Yun)

"Brother Yuan?" (Mo Yu)

"..." (Ink Snow)

The The Three Daughters sensed it almost simultaneously and appeared not far from him, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

They could feel the aura of determination to die on Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't look back, just raised his hand to stop them from coming forward.

"Guard this place well." His voice remained cold, but carried an unquestionable, absolute will. "Before I return, just hold your ground."

Before the words fell, the mouth of the magic bottle suddenly erupted with a powerful suction force, not targeting external objects, but targeting Mo Yuan himself!

His body began to decompose from his feet, like quicksand, turning into the purest energy particles and consciousness light flow, being continuously sucked into the magic bottle!

This process was not painful, but carried a strange sense of return and Fusion.

His flesh, his bones, his Thunder God Arm, his Divine Soul that had been strengthened countless times... everything, everything was undergoing the deepest level of integration with the Small World inside the magic bottle, the Life and Death Thunder Pool, and the dual-pattern Law!

He was completely "refining" himself into the magic bottle!

The person is the bottle, the bottle is the person!

The The Three Daughters' pupils shrank, but they couldn't stop it, and could only watch helplessly as Mo Yuan's figure completely disappeared, fully sucked into the magic bottle.

The magic bottle that had absorbed Mo Yuan restrained its light, becoming incomparably simple and silent, as if it were just an ordinary object.

But if one sensed it carefully, one could find that the energy and Law contained within it were in a wondrous state of being extremely active yet extremely restrained.

Whoosh!

The magic bottle turned into a tiny, almost invisible stream of light, instantly piercing through the barrier of the Thunder Sword Great Wall, ignoring the distance of space, and galloping towards the deep interior of the Spirit Realm, to that [Thunder Abyss core] where even light was swallowed and only eternal roaring Chaos Thunder existed!

Along the way, countless dangerous space-time rifts, violent energy turbulence, and even some hidden Spirit Realm Vicious Beasts could not hinder it in the slightest.

The magic bottle seemed to have entered a state of "non-existence," perfectly avoiding everything.

Finally, it reached its destination.

That was a forbidden zone that could not be described in words.

There was no solid matter in front of it, only an ocean of crazily roaring and raging thunder composed of billions of colors and billions of forms!

The thunder here was not ordinary thunder, but the [Chaos Thunder Gang] that existed at the beginning of the opening of the Spirit Realm, containing the ultimate power of destruction and creation, order and Chaos, easily capable of tearing apart True Immortal Magic Treasures and grinding away Mahayana Divine Souls!

This was a forbidden zone for life, a blind spot for the Heavenly Dao, and also... the last place of hope.

The magic bottle floated silently at the edge of the Thunder Abyss core, the bottle body trembling slightly, as if welcoming its final fate.

The next moment, it plunged into that ocean of Chaos Thunder Gang without hesitation, like an ice grain thrown into boiling water!

Boom!!!!!!!!!!

Unimaginably terrifying energy instantly enveloped the magic bottle!

Billions of Chaos Thunder Gang, like sharks that had smelled blood, crazily impacted, tore at, and tempered the bottle body!

On the surface of the magic bottle, those dark gold and pitch-black composite Law patterns lit up at an unprecedented speed, operating crazily, resisting, absorbing, and analyzing this destructive power!

Inside the bottle, the Small World was even more turned upside down, the Life and Death Thunder Pool boiled violently, and the whole world was swinging crazily on the edge of disintegration and reorganization!

Mo Yuan's consciousness, under the scouring of this extreme pain and energy, was like a candle flame in a gale, ready to be extinguished at any time, but in the deep Fusion with the magic bottle, it became incomparably tough, sensing the most original Law fragments contained in the thunder...

Just at this extreme of destruction, at the core of this eternal thunderstorm—

The magic bottle's body, which was bearing endless impacts, suddenly erupted from the inside out with a [Chaos Light] that could not be described with color, as if it contained all the colors in the world!

This light was not dazzling, but carried a supreme, primordial aura that transcended all things!

In the light, the silhouette of Mo Yuan's energy-formed body appeared again, but it was no longer a body of flesh and blood, but composed of billions of fine, complex, constantly dying and reorganizing thunder patterns that contained Chaos Thunder Gang and dual-pattern Law!

He seemed to have become a part of the Thunder Abyss, the Incarnation of this Chaos Thunder!

At the same time, the Artifact Spirit's blurred figure also appeared from the bottle. It stared at the Mo Yuan silhouette composed of billions of thunder patterns, and for the first time, used a tone that was no longer completely indifferent, but carried a hint of indescribable... "gratification," as if the program had achieved its ultimate goal?

It slowly bowed, and with an ancient and solemn posture, whispered, echoing in the eternal Thunder Abyss:

"Welcome..."

"sequence 000 —"

"[Immortal in a Bottle]."

The Chaos light suddenly converged, and the magic bottle and Mo Yuan's silhouette sank completely into the deepest part of the Thunder Abyss, disappearing into that endless roaring thunder.

Everything outside seemed to have nothing to do with them anymore.

Bottle Burial of the Self, seeking transcendence in the dead zone.

Volume Three, "The War of the Chaotic Star sequence," End.

And the true metamorphosis and legend, perhaps, have just begun.