Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

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A crisp sound rang out, and with Bai Xiaochun's efforts, a pattern that spread like ice finally appeared on the barrier outside the radiant doorway.

In an instant, the chaotic color spread out, instantly filling all areas where the Milky Way was located. Wherever it passed, chaos trembled, and the Great Dao runes manifested, condensed and took shape, floating in the void.

Meng Qi stared blankly at the scene. One moment he was still thrilled by the earth-shattering spectacle before him, and the next second he felt his collar tighten and he was lifted up.

He turned around in surprise and saw Bai Xiaochun facing him with a bright smile on her face.

"Brother Meng, let's go!"

With that, he suddenly exerted force with his arm, forcefully throwing Meng Qi through the newly opened crack into the interior of the Dragon Gate.

While Meng Qi was still in a daze, his figure completely disappeared into the portal where chaos and golden light intertwined.

The last thing he saw was Bai Xiaochun waving vigorously at him from a distance, with a "you're welcome" expression on her face.

Upon entering the Dragon Gate, Meng Qi felt a sudden dizziness and was then plunged into an indescribable and mysterious state.

The surrounding area was filled with the vast ripples of the Great Dao, and all the Daos roared here. Golden flowers containing profound Dao principles drifted down and fell. Amidst the trembling of all the Daos, the illusory Four Spirits, which evolved from the four poles of heaven and earth, earth, fire, wind and water, emerged.

"Am I entering the Dragon Gate now?" Meng Qi murmured to himself, suppressing his excitement and quickly calming his mind.

Sensing the Daoist aura emanating from him, he slowly closed his eyes, his spiritual light flickering as he cleansed his indestructible essence and unparalleled spirit.

……

Outside the Dragon Gate, above the Milky Way.

The overwhelming primordial chaos and the myriad manifestations of the Dao caused Lin Dong, Ji Ning, and the others, who were still engaged in fierce combat, to choose to cease fighting.

The Dao Fruit has already been claimed; there is no point in continuing the struggle.

Witnessing the ascension process of a Golden Immortal up close, and experiencing the profound mystery of the convergence of myriad paths and the reshaping of laws, would be of immeasurable benefit to these already peak powerhouses, and they would naturally not miss it easily.

In an instant, the group, who had just been fighting to the death, tacitly concealed their auras and lined up in a row.

Among them, Hong Yi and Lin Dong's auras weakened slightly, and Han Li's face was even paler. Clearly, maintaining that independent space-time for Hong Yi and Ji Ning to fight was putting a heavy burden on his divine sense and magical power.

On the other side, Wang Lin had one hand behind his back, his foot on the bruised and swollen Duan De, and the other hand gripping the neck of the unconscious Black Emperor like an iron clamp. His expression was not very good.

Both Duan De and Hei Huang possessed some kind of essence or restriction within them that was higher than their own level, making it difficult for him to completely extinguish their vitality in a short time. Otherwise, given his bloodlust, he would have already skinned and extracted the souls of these two culprits who overturned Wan'er's coffin.

Just then, a slight ripple appeared in the space.

Russell appeared, accompanied by Gu Nan and Lu Sheng. He smiled at everyone and said, "Everyone, it's been a long time. I've missed you all very much."

Almost simultaneously, everyone present turned their attention to Russell and greeted him, their tones varying but all conveying a clear sense of familiarity.

For example, Han Li called Luo Su Luo Fellow Daoist, Wang Lin called Luo Su Luo Big Brother, and Hong Yi and Fang Han treated him with the respect of juniors, calling him Martial Uncle Luo.

Bai Xiaochun cheered "Senior Brother!" and like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, he hugged Russell's neck tightly, clinging to him like a koala. No matter how Russell tried to pull him off, he refused to get down.

Gu Nan: "..."

Lu Sheng: "..."

Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, Ji Ning, and the others: "???"

For a moment, everyone present, including Gu Nan, was stunned.

As we all know, they come from different worlds and have never met each other before this secret realm. So what's going on now?
How did Russell manage to know everyone present at the same time, and how did they seem to have such close relationships with each of them?

Russell struggled for a while before finally managing to pull the octopus-like Bai Xiaochun off him, tossing him aside. Then, facing the puzzled looks of the crowd, he smiled and explained:
"It doesn't need to be too complicated. To put it simply, you can think of me as an avatar in each of your own worlds. I am not the Russell you know, but you can also see me as the Russell you know, since we share memories."

Although the explanation was vague, everyone present was knowledgeable and understood it, so they had no questions.

Xiao Yan and Ji Ning, having experienced the information explosion era, naturally had a similar understanding of Russell's meaning.

Xiao Yan asked with great interest, "So, which world are you from?"

Russell answered frankly, "Meng Qi and I are from the same world."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in understanding.

Russell then turned his gaze to Wang Lin, glanced at Duan De and Hei Huang whom he had subdued, and pleaded with Wang Lin on their behalf, saying that as long as they weren't killed, Wang Lin could vent his anger as he pleased.

Wang Lin would naturally not refuse Russell's request. Based solely on the immense favor Russell had shown him when he was at his weakest and most desperate, saving the entire Wang Family Village from Teng Huayuan, he would not hesitate to let Russell go even if Russell asked him to. Moreover, Russell was only pleading for his life.

"Thank you." Russell patted Wang Lin on the shoulder, then looked at everyone and invited, "It seems that Meng Qi will need some more time to fully integrate the Dao Fruit. Waiting is boring, why don't you come with me to Cangshan City?"

Gatherings usually require a suitable liaison, and Russell, as a mutual acquaintance of everyone present, took on this role.

Since his appearance, the tense atmosphere on the scene has eased considerably, and since he extended an invitation, the others naturally had no reason to refuse.

So, the group transformed into streaks of light, left the still vibrant Milky Way, and followed Russell to the top of the Star-Picking Tower in Cangshan City.

At this moment, on the roof of the Star-Picking Tower, a shrunken azure dragon was weakly circling above the tower, its dragon eyes dim and its aura feeble.

Hong Yi stepped forward curiously, placed his hand on the blazing dragon head, and felt the abundant immortal golden energy within it. He exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the old dragon from before?"

Russell laughed and said, "That's right, let's have a full dragon feast today."

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Yan and Lin Dong: "Brother Dong, set up the pot; Little Yan, start the fire."

Xiao Yan and Lin Dong were also extremely envious. Upon hearing this, they did not hesitate. The former summoned the Ancestral Symbol and built a stove, while the latter flicked his finger, and a cluster of dazzling and terrifying Emperor Flame shot out, enveloping the entire dragon body and beginning to roast it.

At the same time, Han Li silently took out the Palm Heaven Bottle, carefully poured out a portion of the primordial essence that exuded a rich vitality and aura of creation, and evenly poured it onto the dragon's body.

This is the soul of the sauce, which elevates the flavor to a whole new level.

Seeing the three of them take action, the rest of the group also became interested and began to display their own unique skills.

Fang Han and Hong Yi, in particular, are two guys who mainly use eating to prove their Dao. They eat the heavens, the earth, and all living beings. They are old eaters.

Gu Nan watched as these powerful figures from all realms busied themselves around a dragon like chefs, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Under everyone's careful preparation, the body of the Longevity Dragon King quickly underwent a transformation.

It transformed into countless shimmering golden points of light at a speed visible to the naked eye, drifted into the air, and then reformed into a dragon egg the size of an adult's head.

Seeing this, Russell flicked his finger, dividing the dragon egg into ten equal parts, which flew towards the ten people present, including Gu Nan and Lu Sheng.

This substance is the essence, energy, spirit, and Dao fruit of the Longevity Dragon King's entire life; it can be considered a supreme elixir. Now that it has been divided and consumed, Russell believes that with the talents of everyone present, breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm with this substance will not be difficult. ...

Within the Dragon Gate, the passage of time has become unnoticed.

Meng Qi sat cross-legged at the source point where all paths converged, his body enveloped by chaotic energy and dazzling Dao patterns.

In a sudden instant, his tightly closed eyes snapped open. His left eye was as black as eternal night, swallowing all light, while his right eye was as pure white as the first light of dawn, illuminating the origin of all things.

Yin and Yang are separated, and cause and effect begin to emerge.

A brilliant light shone from the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, and the phantom of an ancient glass lamp slowly coalesced.

Amidst the lamplight, a tiny flame quietly ignites, bursting forth with boundless brilliance. That light seems to be the first cause of the universe's birth, from which countless complex and inexhaustible threads of cause and effect evolve, weaving together a net that encompasses the past and the future.

Countless leaping golden light spots suddenly rose in Meng Qi's mind, and all his experiences in this life appeared before his eyes.

At the same time, the surrounding void of bitter sea emerged. In Meng Qi's perception at this moment, he was lifted up by the illusory Great Dao he had condensed, slowly rising, breaking away from the bitter sea full of erosion and sinking, and placing himself on it, no longer being submerged, no longer being bound by it.

An indescribable sense of ease and refreshment swept over my entire body, as if I had been relieved of the boundless burden I had carried since birth.

Returning to one's original, innate nature, one sees the very beginning.

Yuanshi...

In a daze, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the chaotic depths that gave birth to all paths.

There, at some unknown time, sat a Taoist priest.

This Taoist cannot be described in words; he seems to be the embodiment of the beginning of everything, the manifestation of nothingness, and the source of the Tao.

He exists there, as if he exists at the beginning of all things, at the starting point of all time and space.

"You are...?" Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat, and a name almost slipped out.

The Taoist priest slowly rose, his movements carrying a rhythm that seemed to transcend eternity. He uttered a grand and resonant voice, exuding an aura of ancient vicissitudes:
"This humble Taoist is Yuanshi."

Yuanshi Tianzun!

Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, his mind and spirit shaken.

Despite having suspected it beforehand, hearing and seeing this ancient being that represents the beginning of everything still deeply shocked him.

Then he saw the Primordial Taoist perform a simple Taoist curtsy towards him: "This humble Taoist takes his leave."

The next moment, the Taoist's figure vanished instantly, as if he had never existed, or as if he had merged into every aspect of the Taoist spirit in this world.

At the same moment the Taoist disappeared, Meng Qi also awoke from that deep state of enlightenment.

Meng Qi could clearly feel that his true spirit was also transforming, and his physical body was transforming along with it.

It is constantly being reorganized, constantly being refined, and then continuously improved.

Deep within his heart, all his memories of martial arts, his insights into cultivation, and his understanding of reincarnation surged forth without the slightest loss, and were further refined in this mystical state.

More importantly, the world he saw was completely different, as if he were looking down from an infinite height.

In his vision, every point in the endless space and time seemed to overlap, with no distance between them.

He felt that he was omnipresent, and that he could reach any desired time and space coordinate by the direction of his thoughts.

At the same time, a massive amount of information and insights flooded into his mind like a torrent.

It contains fragments of his personal experiences, as well as many memories he never experienced, yet they seem to belong to another version of himself.

His mental cultivation and corresponding experience and knowledge began to grow and expand at an incredible speed.

"What... happened?" Meng Qi was just beginning to feel a surge of curiosity as he sensed the continuous power emanating from his body.

Is this the Golden Immortal?

So powerful...

Outside the Dragon Gate, strange phenomena also suddenly appeared throughout the entire secret realm.

Endless radiance was born from nothingness, flowing ceaselessly. All the myriad paths of heaven and earth emitted joyful humming, heavenly flowers rained down, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and all sorts of auspicious phenomena appeared. The entire world was celebrating the birth of the Golden Immortal.

At the same moment Meng Qi attained enlightenment, Ying Zheng, far away in the depths of Xianyang Palace, separated by endless time and space, felt a sense of connection.

A strange sense of unease suddenly exploded in his heart without warning.

Ying Zheng rose, placed one hand on his sword, and stood atop the Heavenly Steps. His gaze swept over the world with domineering arrogance and imperial aura, as if a true dragon had emerged, with clouds swirling across the sky.

At the top of each of the Huabiao pillars, a series of illusory figures appeared.

Lord Wu'an Bai Qi, Marquis Wucheng Wang Jian, Chancellor Li Si, Master Guigu Wang Xu, Prince Fusu, Senior Minister Gan Luo...

They are all pillars of the Qin Dynasty.

"Where is the Imperial Tutor?" Li Si looked around but couldn't see Gu Nan, so he asked curiously.

Your Majesty's urgent summons of all your ministers suggests that something must have happened to the Imperial Tutor.

Ying Zheng said calmly, "The Imperial Tutor is currently vying for the Dao Fruit with Lord Gu Hong in the secret realm."

Have we found Lord Gu Hong?

Li Si was taken aback at first, then bowed and said in a clear voice, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, Lord Gu Hong has returned to Qin."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, not dwelling on the matter further. Beneath his crown, the First Emperor's eyes were calm and deep as he gazed at the sky: "Gentlemen, a great calamity has arrived, and destiny is about to collapse."

……

"Uncle Master?"

Up in the Star-Picking Tower, Russell paused slightly in his wine glass, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Hong Yi noticed Russell's unusual behavior and couldn't help but look over.

Russell shook his head, slowly rose, looked at everyone, and solemnly said, "The Great Tribulation has arrived; it is time for us to return to the Primordial World." (End of Chapter)