Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 197 The Invisible Sublime
"Little Doll!"

Zhou Sheng spoke slowly, his voice hoarse from surviving a disaster, yet it carried an undeniable solemnity.

"You do indeed possess extraordinary talent, a talent that surpasses even the most extraordinary beings. Among all the sorcerers of the past hundred years, I can assure you that there is absolutely no one who can rival you!"

"Even if Zhuge Liang were to be resurrected, his abilities would probably be limited to this, especially his precise control over the calculations in the Qimen Dunjia formation just now, which is beyond human capability."

After all, the effort required for one person to simultaneously control seventy-two Qimen formations is immense, enough to drain one's life force.

Zhou Sheng: I suspect you're a master scheming bastard, but I have no proof!

He took a step forward. Although his aura was slightly weak, his eyes were frighteningly bright, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"Tell me, who exactly is your master? Who is this deity who could have nurtured a monster like you? From whom do you originate your inconceivable cultivation foundation and your terrifying ability to manipulate heaven and earth and create calamities?"

Wang Ye scratched his head, and his signature helpless smile reappeared on his face, only this time, there was a hint of complexity in the smile.

"Sigh, I knew I couldn't hide it from you, sir."

He sighed, his tone still languid, but his eyes were much more open. "To be honest, you might not believe it. I don't really have any real master when it comes to my skills."

Zhou Sheng frowned, clearly disbelieving: "Self-taught? Kid, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

"That's not it."

Wang Ye waved his hand, "To be precise, I inherited some of the legacy of my predecessors and had a bit of good luck, but most importantly, I learned from the laws of nature."

When Fuxi developed the Eight Trigrams, wasn't he summarizing the laws of heaven and earth and nature?
Wang paused slightly, seemingly considering his words: "As you can probably sense, the scheme I've set up may not be entirely authentic, but it's meant to be something like the real thing. Imitating the coldest and most fundamental aspect of the natural workings of heaven and earth to use against the enemy seems to have been quite effective."

Zhou Sheng fell completely silent.

Zhou Sheng: I think you're in Versailles, learning from heaven and earth. If you could grasp the art of Qimen so easily, wouldn't all of us sorcerers be idiots?

Seeing Zhou Sheng's clearly disbelieving look, Wang couldn't help but sigh and say, "Troublesome!"

Then, he said lazily, "Old man, you don't need to ask. I won't tell you the truth. Knowing too much won't do you any good!"

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Sheng burst into laughter upon hearing this: "If a sorcerer loses his thirst for knowledge and exploration, is he still a sorcerer?"

"Let me see who you really are."

As he spoke, the Qimen Dunjia formation beneath Zhou Sheng's feet suddenly lit up, no longer displaying the ordinary flow of the Eight Trigrams, but exuding a sense of directly pointing to the human heart and peering into the secrets of heaven. An invisible yet powerful suction force instantly enveloped Wang Ye, not targeting his physical body, but directly pulling at his spirit and soul, forcibly dragging him into that inner realm dominated by the caster, containing infinite information and secrets!
This is not an attack, but a higher level of "inquiry". It is a special application of Feng Hou Qi Men, which is cultivated to an extremely high level and combines the sorcerer's instinct to peek into the secrets of heaven. It aims to directly touch the other party's "root" information.

When a diviner consults the heavens, the four plates of Qimen Dunjia represent the hexagrams!
Wang Ye felt the scene before him suddenly blur, and the surrounding mountains, rocks, and trees quickly faded and distorted, as if he were about to fall into a bizarre vortex. His mind swayed, and his consciousness felt as if it were about to be pulled out of his body.

However, just as this consciousness was about to completely sink into the inner landscape.

The "True Spirit" within Wang Ye's body, which originated from his true self Han Yun and was of extremely high essence despite not being systematically developed—that is, the fusion of that wisp of thought, Fuxi's divine essence, and the inner landscape anchor point—moved slightly.

It is neither resistance nor retaliation, but rather a kind of... natural "manifestation of existence".

Just like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it will naturally spread; just like the sun and moon hanging high in the sky, they will naturally cast their light.

Om-!
An indescribable sense of "meaning" quietly emanated from Wang Ye.

That was not a pressure based on power, but a more fundamental and vast "atmosphere".

In that instant, Zhou Sheng felt as if what he was pulling was no longer a specific "person," but an endless "heaven and earth," a vast "time," a manifestation of the "Great Dao" that he could not understand or fathom!
For the first time, the dormant yet powerful Fuxi vow and sacred foundation within Wang Ye's body, originating from his true self Han Yun, truly began to awaken and surge!
Wang Ye slowly raised one hand, his body radiating an ancient and sacred aura, and a hazy, seemingly ethereal figure bearing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth slowly emerged behind him.

The phantom, with a human head and a snake's body, was extremely noble, its gaze both compassionate and indifferent, looking down upon this inner scene and Zhou Sheng, who was trying to peek into the secrets of heaven.

With just a glance, the mysterious Feng Hou Qi Men formation beneath Zhou Sheng's feet creaked under the strain.

This is not a physical shattering, but rather a violent tremor in the very foundation of its rules of "deduction" and "peeping," as if ants were trying to measure the ocean, or fireflies were trying to understand the sun—it is impossible to calculate or bear!
Zhou Sheng grunted, as if struck by a heavy blow, the forced internal realm pull was instantly interrupted and rebounded!
He staggered back two steps, the Qimen formation beneath his feet flickering and eventually collapsing completely.

He clutched his chest, his face drained of color, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock and horror, even a hint of bewilderment.

What did he see?
No, he didn't actually see any specific "scenes".

Or perhaps he saw it, but then forgot it; it was invisible, inaudible, and its name unknown.

In that brief, tentative moment of trying to peek, what he "sensed" was something indescribable... "ancient"? "vast"? "supreme"?
It was as if he was facing not a young junior, but a projection, an incarnation of the "Tao" itself, a convergence of countless times and infinite variables.
That feeling was mysterious and incomprehensible, yet it undeniably impacted his understanding, making him feel his own insignificance and ignorance from the bottom of his soul.

"you you……"

Zhou Sheng pointed at Wang Ye, his finger trembling slightly, his lips moving but unable to utter a complete sentence. He had devoted his life to studying Qimen Dunjia, confident that he could glimpse a corner of the secrets of heaven, but the feeling he had just experienced had completely overturned his worldview.

Wang Ye shook his head, recovering from the slight dizziness. He looked at Zhou Sheng's ghost-like expression, sighed helplessly, and rubbed his temples.

(End of this chapter)