I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 679 Immortal Palace and Grotto Heaven
Jiang Wen walked for an unknown amount of time in this vast white fog, stumbling along.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. Apart from his own breathing and heartbeat, the only sound was the dull "tap, tap" of his footsteps on the unknown material of the ground.

This godforsaken place is shrouded in thick fog, making everything blurry and even disorienting.

As he walked, he felt the road beneath his feet seemed wider, and the surrounding fog seemed to have thinned a little. He stopped and squinted, trying to see ahead.

In the hazy distance, one could vaguely glimpse some enormous outlines, like mountains or the foundations of some kind of building, standing silently deep in the fog, exuding an ancient and heavy aura.

"This place really is like a boundless maze," Jiang Wen muttered to himself, gripping the wooden whip in his hand tightly.

It was indeed the God-Slaying Whip, and it felt quite warm in his hand. In this cold, deathly fog, it was the only thing that could bring him some comfort.

He had no other choice but to rely on his intuition and continue walking in a direction that seemed to have a path. In this thick fog, not only his divine sense but also his magical power were firmly locked and unable to be used. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he felt somewhat uneasy.

Looking around, you might occasionally see some unusual sights.

A waterfall formed from condensed spiritual light silently cascades down from the mist and then disappears into it.

Or a jade branch and leaf floating in mid-air, radiating a clear glow, so beautiful it seems unreal, yet within reach.

These scenes are like mirages, fleeting and leaving one feeling uneasy and isolated.

Finally, after passing a huge, screen-shaped rock that seemed to be carved from a single piece of purple jade, the fog in front of us cleared up considerably.

He found himself standing in an extremely spacious place, like a plaza.

Across the square stood an enormous statue of a god.

"What is this?" Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment, but then followed. He walked up to the statue and looked up to examine it closely.

The statue was probably a hundred meters tall, carved entirely from the finest white jade. The jade was warm and lustrous, and even in the hazy mist, it shimmered with a precious light.

The face of the statue was blurred, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly, but its figure and posture exuded a sense of compassion and a touch of loneliness. It stood there quietly, as if it had stood there for millions of years, witnessing countless vicissitudes.

Jiang Wen frowned and touched the statue with the God-Slaying Whip. Finding nothing there, he hesitated for a moment before slowly extending his hand.

This jade statue stood out starkly in this eerie celestial palace. It seemed to possess some nameless allure, drawing Jiang Wen closer to it.

He reached out and his fingertips gently touched the cool, smooth surface of the jade.

At the very moment of contact!

boom--!
Jiang Wen felt as if his brain had been struck hard by an invisible hammer. His vision went black and he heard what sounded like a million thunderbolts exploding at the same time!

The surrounding mist, the plaza, the jade statue... everything instantly twisted, shattered, and then disappeared.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a bizarre and chaotic vortex, where countless fragmented images, cacophonous sounds, and raging spiritual energy currents surged like a flood bursting its banks, frantically assaulting his senses and soul.

When the violent turmoil subsided, he found himself suspended in an unimaginable world.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet are crumbling, and the huge cracks are like the gaping maws of an abyss, mercilessly swallowing up the mountains, forests and plains.

The sky was no longer blue, but covered with jagged cracks, like a glass mirror about to shatter completely.

Huge, burning fragments, carrying an aura of destruction, roared and crashed onto the ravaged land.

Black mist, carrying a dense aura of death and foreboding, seeped from the depths of the earth and continuously emerged from cracks in the sky.

It spread like a living thing, and wherever it passed, vegetation withered and died instantly, and rivers turned into murky, poisonous water.

On the ground, countless charred, twisted, and stiff corpses, like evil spirits crawling out of the deepest hell, wandered aimlessly, emitting silent howls, a scene of apocalypse.

The earth is pouring out its bounty, and life is fading away. Everything in the world seems to be returning to nothingness; everything is being annihilated.

In that far distance, two colossal gods, too enormous to be described in words, were engaged in a fierce battle.

One of the deities was surrounded by an impenetrable black mist. As the mist churned, it seemed to contain an all-consuming annihilation and death.

The other deity was enveloped in intensely hot white flames that seemed capable of burning away the void; the leaping white flames represented the divine power to incinerate everything.

The two colossal gods were like the embodiment of that ancient and primordial wilderness; every collision between them caused the already fragile heaven and earth to groan in pain.

The black mist and white flames intertwined and annihilated, erupting with a deafening roar and blinding light.

With a wave of their hands, the mountains crumbled into dust.

As they stepped forward, the earth collapsed into abyss. Floodwaters, born of their struggle, surged forth from the shattered rivers, lakes, and seas, sweeping across the land and devouring the remaining life.

Jiang Wen quietly observed the world-destroying battle between the two deities, and could clearly feel the terrifying, earth-shattering force. His mind was shaken, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

This is the legendary war of the gods, a terrifying catastrophe capable of bringing an entire era to a complete end.

Just as the world was about to collapse completely, and the black mist and white flames were about to drag the entire world into an abyss of eternal silence, another unexpected event occurred.

An indescribable majesty overwhelmed heaven and earth, and a sacred aura suddenly descended upon this shattered world.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wen saw a hand.

A perfect, flawless hand, as if it had gathered all the brilliance and beauty of the world.

Its size seems immeasurable, for it filled the entire world the moment it appeared.

The collapsing sky was covered by that palm, and the surging torrents were intercepted by the fingers.

The palm pressed down gently.

The two colossal gods, who were engaged in a frenzied battle exuding an aura of world-destroying destruction, suddenly froze in their tracks.

The terrifying black mist and white flames surrounding them fluctuated violently as if they had encountered their nemesis. No matter how powerful they were, they could not break free from the invisible restraints.

Then, the phantom of a goddess slowly coalesced above the shattered sky.

The goddess stood gracefully in the void. Her appearance could not be described with any words in the world. It was a sacredness and majesty that transcended mortal understanding, and the sound of the supreme Dao flowed around her.

His eyes contained the swirling of stars and the cycle of birth and death of all things, calm yet profound.

With a mere sweep across this chaotic world, it brought still the disordered elements of earth, water, fire, and wind.

He raised his hands, his ten fingers gently plucking at the air as if playing a musical instrument.

Countless strange stones radiating seven-colored light appeared out of thin air, converging into a torrent that flew towards the huge cracks in the sky.

The divine stone transformed into the purest power to mend the heavens, rapidly healing the wounds in the sky.

Then, His gaze fell upon the two imprisoned giants.

There was no anger or compassion in that gaze, only a cold indifference like the Great Dao itself.

He stretched out his slender finger and pointed at something in the distance.

The enormous bodies of the two giant gods, imbued with supreme divine power, began to involuntarily shrink and change.

They struggled, uttering silent roars, yet they could not defy this supreme power.

The deity's body was bound by chains, and countless runes appeared on his torn skin. A torrent of divine power was poured into his body, causing wind and thunder to howl incessantly. Even with his extraordinary abilities, he was rendered useless with a mere flick of the goddess's hand.

With another wave of her hand, the goddess summoned two vast fragments of earth, each bearing the remnants of life. Their size was immeasurable. The two fragments landed on the backs of the two giant gods, pinning them firmly beneath the floodwaters.

The colossus, wreathed in white flames, had an expressionless, dark face. Only its empty eyes swirled with crimson light. It stood with its hands firmly planted on the earth, each step firmly planted in the raging floodwaters. Though the floodwaters were boundless, they were utterly powerless against it.

The deity carried the earth as he walked through the world, his white flames transforming into white mist that spread outwards in all directions, eventually enveloping the entire land.

Just then, the goddess in the heavens seemed to sense something.

His eyes, which contained the light of countless stars, pierced through the barriers of time and space and quietly fell upon Jiang Wen.

His gaze remained calm and profound, as if he had already seen through all the causes and effects.

Jiang Wen felt a jolt to his soul, as if his entire being had been seen through in that single glance.

The next moment, the goddess's phantom began to fade slowly, like ink dissolving in water, and finally disappeared completely into this devastated world.

He departed without a sound, leaving behind only the mended sky and the still raging flood.

Only the two giants, carrying the earth on their backs and wandering aimlessly through the flood, served as the final witnesses to this cataclysmic event.

At that very moment, everything before him vanished as quickly as the tide receded. As if falling from the heavens to the earth, Jiang Wen suddenly jolted awake to find himself still standing on that white jade square.

His fingers still touched the cold statue; the mythical scene he had just witnessed seemed like a dream. He slowly withdrew his fingers, exhaling a long breath, only to find his back soaked with cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)