Dual Transmigration: Cultivating Immortality in the Primordial World, Taking on the Desolate Heavenl

The Realm of the Illusory Gods.

Initially.

This is a vast space formed by the condensation of ancient spiritual power.

There was no real sky overhead, only a hazy, gray dome that seemed to be forever frozen in twilight.

Beneath my feet lies a gray stone plaza, each brick covered with densely packed spiritual law patterns, radiating a faint, cold light.

Dozens of stone platforms of varying heights stand around the square.

Above the stone platform float various instruments for testing limits—power steles, speed beams, mental energy vortex pools, and countless ancient instruments used to examine the aptitude of prodigies.

The initial location was not deserted at this time.

The spiritual projections of various ancient kingdoms and ancient families are scattered in twos and threes throughout the square.

Someone is testing the limits of their younger generation's talent.

Someone is secretly probing the strength of other forces.

Several elderly men with considerable cultivation were sitting cross-legged at the edge of the square, exchanging ideas using their spiritual power about the strange events that had recently occurred in the Great Wilderness.

"Have you heard? The Rain Clan's chieftain has gone mad. He was dragged back from the Great Wilderness like a wild dog."

"Not just the Grand Commander! All three of their clan elders at the Array Formation Realm are dead! Not even their souls remain!"

"The most terrifying thing was that purple lightning bolt... It's said to have struck straight up to the heavens along the path of faith! Lord Rain God..."

At this point, the old man lowered his voice, his face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

"The statue of the Rain God is half shattered, and blood rain is pouring down on the entire Rain Clan's upper realm headquarters."

"Who did it?"

"I don't know. I only know it's in the direction of Ishimura... a young man of unknown origin."

Whispers filled the air above the starting point.

however.

While these spies and elders were still exchanging terrifying rumors about the mysterious "Daoist Master"...

Without warning, the bluestone plaza beneath our feet emitted an extremely piercing and mournful cry.

The sound was like someone sawing a huge saw blade into a piece of iron.

"Squeak—"

Half of everyone's teeth instantly ached from the sourness.

Followed by.

In the very center of the initial plaza, the void began to undergo some incredible transformation.

That's not a spatial rift.

Rather, it was the entire mental space's grid of laws that was forcibly dented downwards under the crushing weight of something terrifyingly heavy!

Centered on a certain point.

The grid of laws within a radius of ten thousand feet resembled a trampoline with an iron ball pressing down on its center, forming a deep, funnel-shaped vortex!

"An earthquake?! How could there be an earthquake in the Realm of the Void Gods?!"

"No! The laws are collapsing! Something is... squeezing in!"

Everyone's mental body underwent extremely terrifying deformation in this sudden gravitational field.

Their mental projections, as if pressed down by an invisible pane of glass, were forcibly compressed from a three-dimensional form into... under this unreasonable gravitational field.

Two-dimensional and flat!

They were like a group of frogs slapped against a windowpane.

His limbs were spread wide, his facial features were distorted, but he didn't even have the strength to move.

"Whoosh!"

Two figures appeared out of thin air.

One big and one small.

The older one was dressed in a blue robe, his face extremely calm, his hands behind his back, as if he were strolling leisurely.

The younger one was only two or three years old, with a chubby face and a faint, flowing dark yellow glow on his chest. He was looking around curiously.

The moment Gu Changqing's feet landed on the bluestone square.

The stone bricks beneath his feet, along with the spiritual law patterns engraved on them, cracked into spiderweb-like fragments.

It wasn't because of his weight.

It was because the quality of the celestial true spirit emanating from his Limitless Golden Pill far exceeded the law-bearing limit of this spiritual space.

It's like placing a meteorite on a sheet of rice paper.

The paper won't be smashed.

But every fiber on the paper was groaning in despair under the strain.

The eyeballs of the surrounding mental projections, which had been compressed into flat shapes, were almost bulging out of their flattened eye sockets.

They wanted to shout, to question, to rebuke the two uninvited guests.

But even with his mouth open, he couldn't squeeze out a single complete syllable.

Because their vocal cords, which are part of their spiritual body, were also flattened.

Gu Changqing had no interest in these deformed passersby around him.

His gaze swept straight past the messy testing equipment in the square and landed precisely on the golden stone tablet in the very center of the square.

That was the most core existence in the initial land of the Void God Realm.

Recorded on a stone tablet.

Since the birth of the Void God Realm, all the ultimate data left by the geniuses of each generation here have been engraved on it.

Legend has it that the names at the very top of the list on that stone tablet are those of the most brilliant geniuses of the Immortal Ancient Era, and even include the descendants of a certain person with double pupils.

Throughout history, no one has ever been able to damage it in the slightest.

Because it is itself a manifestation of the laws of the virtual god realm.

Gu Changqing patted Shi Hao on the back of the head.

The hand was neither too light nor too heavy, just like an elder casually patting a younger person on the head.

He pointed with his other finger to the golden stone tablet in front of him.

"Go. Don't use any special techniques, just use the most primitive brute force to hit it."

Gu Changqing's tone was extremely calm.

It's like asking Shi Hao to pick up a cabbage from the roadside.

"I have a use for what's inside."

Shi Hao grinned.

She revealed a set of tiny, not-yet-fully-grown teeth.

He didn't ask, "Why did you hit it?"

They didn't even ask, "Can it be broken?"

Since following Dao Zun, he has only learned one thing.

If the Daoist Master says to fight, then let's fight.

Can't be broken?

That's because your fists aren't strong enough.

Shi Hao, with his short legs, walked step by step toward the golden stone tablet.

He walked slowly, but each step was extremely steady.

The dark yellow divine bone in his chest emitted a dull, resonant "thump-thump" sound with each step he took.

The sound wasn't loud.

But all the mental projections present, who were compressed into a pancake shape, felt that the rhythm wasn't hitting their bones.

It's their hearts.

"That...that brat is approaching the recording stone tablet?"

"What is he going to do?!"

Several ancient kingdom elders, who had regained some mobility, struggled to get halfway up from the ground, staring in horror at Shi Hao's back.

Shi Hao walked to the front of the stone tablet.

Look up.

The golden stone tablet was ten zhang tall, which was like a mountain to a two- or three-year-old child.

The surface was densely covered with names and data.

The glory of the greatest heroes of all time is engraved here.

Shi Hao didn't look at those names.

He clenched his right fist.

No bone script techniques were used.

No law runes were activated.

Only the purest, ultimate brute force of 120,000 jin, forged from the Xuanhuang divine bones and pure blood medicinal bath.

He threw a punch.

A standard turtle-like punch.

The posture was extremely ugly, completely lacking any skill whatsoever.

But the moment that punch landed on the golden stone tablet.

The entire sky of the Void God Realm.

It cracked.

"Boom!"

The loud noise did not come from the stone tablet.

Instead, it erupted from the very bottom of the spatial structure of the Void God Realm.

The array of laws inside the stone tablet, used to deduce extreme data, came into contact with the 120,000 jin of Xuanhuang brute force the instant it touched the stone tablet.

It crashed immediately.

There was no golden glitter.

There was no record-breaking beep.

There are no flashy special effects of the data being refreshed for the eternal prodigy.

Because the magic array inside the stone tablet doesn't have a measurement range of "120,000 jin" at all!

Its extreme range of calculation is only up to 100,000 jin!

Anything exceeding this limit is just a string of undecipherable gibberish to the magic circle!

"Click."

A crisp, clean cracking sound.

The sound emanated from the very center of the stone tablet.

Followed by.

That golden stone tablet, which has stood for countless millennia and bears witness to the eternal glory of countless geniuses.

From the right middle.

It split in two.

The left half tilts to the left.

The right half tilts to the right.

"Boom—Boom—"

The two halves of the stone tablet crashed heavily onto the bluestone square, stirring up countless fragments of the laws of nature.

The names and data of the eternal prodigies scattered like broken glass.

on the square.

A deathly silence.

Those ancient kingdom elders and spies from various tribes who had barely managed to get up halfway.

They all maintained the posture of opening their mouths wide in unison.

Their jaws slammed hard against each other's chests as if dislocated.

A dry, hissing sound came from his throat, like an old bellows being pulled repeatedly.

No one can piece together a complete sentence.

monument.

It was smashed?

That ancient, indestructible golden stone tablet, materialized from the laws of the Void God Realm, records the limits of countless geniuses throughout history.

A two- or three-year-old toddler.

One punch.

It's smashed?!