Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Although Ziwei is a noble imperial star, in terms of the wonder of its formation, the abundance of its earth veins, and the complexity of its cause and effect, Beidou surpasses it.

Placing a cauldron on the Big Dipper would allow it to connect with the earth's veins and regulate the complex and vast energy flow.

At the same time, by taking advantage of the special position of the Big Dipper, it can echo the other tripods and more firmly set up its own Nine Tripods to control the world.

This idea had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

Just as he was preparing to set off for Beidou.

hum!

A soft chime rang out.

Jiang Hao suddenly stopped, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by immense joy.

It was the mysterious little bell inside his body that rang.

Since acquiring this golden bell, it has barely reacted, but each time it has signified an extraordinary opportunity or change.

At this moment, it suddenly began to vibrate on its own without warning, conveying a faint yet clear guiding message, pointing to a certain direction deep within the universe.

"This thing actually reacted?" Jiang Hao suppressed his excitement and changed direction without hesitation. Following the faint sensation transmitted by the golden bell in his body, he stepped into the void and headed towards the unknown coordinates.

What could interest even this mysterious golden bell must be of an unimaginable level, far more important than simply placing the cauldron in the Big Dipper as planned.

Jiang Hao traversed the cold universe, and with one step he arrived at the edge of the universe, in the truly desolate void.

The surrounding environment also began to become dangerous.

This is not the ordinary cosmic sky, but a realm of chaos and nothingness.

The vast, chaotic currents, like a gray ocean, silently surged and collided, annihilating all matter and laws that entered them.

The secrets of heaven are in complete chaos here, and any divination techniques will fail. Countless unseen chaotic rifts and spacetime traps lurk within.

An ordinary Quasi-Emperor would likely be torn to shreds the moment they stepped in, and even a peak Quasi-Emperor would have to proceed with extreme caution, treading on thin ice.

This is a desolate wasteland forgotten by the universe.

But for Jiang Hao, there was no risk.

A faint halo of chaotic light emanated from his body, easily dispersing the raging chaotic airflow as he strolled leisurely through it.

Finally, he stopped in front of a void that seemed no different from any other place.

The golden bell clearly points to the space ahead.

"It's here!"

Jiang Hao stretched out his palm and gently stroked the front.

The chaotic energy, powerful enough to obliterate stars, slowly parted to reveal a scene that had been hidden for countless millennia, as if a curtain had been drawn back by an invisible giant hand.

The void collapsed and reformed silently, revealing an ancient and dilapidated little world before Jiang Hao's eyes.

"So that's how it is. There's actually a small world here." A strange light flashed in Jiang Hao's eyes before he stepped inside.

The moment you step inside, an indescribable sense of desolation and sorrow washes over you.

The small world before them wasn't very large, about five times the size of Earth in their previous life, but the sights within were incredibly impactful.

The sky was a dull gray-blue, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, with only a few wisps of broken Dao principles emitting a faint glow, floating like dying fireflies.

The earth was not desolate; instead, many strange plants grew there.

There are strange grass leaves that are crystal clear and move without wind, and unknown flowers that open wide like bowls and flow with seven-colored light.

You can even see a few small trees that seem to be formed from starlight, with dew-like sparkling spots hanging on their branches.

The air was filled with a pure and ancient spiritual energy. Compared to the chaos outside, this place seemed like a forgotten fairyland, tranquil and beautiful.

But this beauty is built upon endless ruins and devastation.

In this ethereal natural landscape, countless architectural ruins are scattered.

The style of those buildings is simple and grand, quite different from any other school of architecture of the time.

On the broken, towering jade pillar, one can still see blurred patterns of celestial birds and mythical beasts carved into it, with a faint radiance flowing within the patterns. Even in its broken state, it still exudes a terrifying majesty.

The collapsed palace walls, built with some kind of extinct star jade, are now covered with shocking cracks and gaping holes.

The massive, shattered floor tiles spread out, each one comparable to a small mountain, with naturally formed cloud and mist patterns on them, but most of them had already faded and lost their luster.

On some of the ruins, there are charred marks or terrifying imprints left by some sharp weapon or some kind of powerful impact, silently telling the story of the tragedy that once took place here.

This is a vast ruin of civilization that stands out abruptly in an extremely beautiful natural environment.

The extremes of life and death create a strange and shocking contrast here.

Jiang Hao's heart sank the moment he saw these architectural styles.

He strode towards the center of the ruins, where half of a huge stone tablet stood.

The stone tablet is made of neither gold nor jade, and is extremely heavy. It is covered with densely packed ancient characters.

It was not any kind of writing system found in the modern world; its strokes were more ancient and complex, containing a primordial Daoist charm that directly points to the origin of heaven and earth.

Jiang Hao stared intently at the screen, his brows furrowed.

"This is... the script of the chaotic ancient era?"

Thanks to his early experience of reading ancient books and exploring historical sites, he is an archaeology expert.

Jiang Hao had conducted in-depth research on some fragmented inscriptions or bone fragments unearthed from the relics of powerful figures, and could barely recognize some of the prototypes and evolutionary patterns of this script.

Given that the ancient script and later scripts ultimately share the same origin and evolved from the same source, he managed to painstakingly decipher several recurring and prominent word combinations on the stone tablet by a combination of guesswork and contextual clues.

One word made his pupils shrink.

"Heaven... Court..."

Immediately following, combining other fragmented vocabulary with the lingering Daoist aura emanating from the architectural specifications of this place, a startling deduction exploded in his mind:

Chaos reigns in the Heavenly Court!

This place is actually a corner of the ruins of the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Court, established by the Heavenly Emperor who created the entire cultivation system and was revered by later generations as having supreme achievements that shook the ages!

"Even that being has been defeated...?"

Jiang Hao stood there, speechless for a long time, his heart surging with intense emotions.

The Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Court... the power of that being... has it also been destroyed? Turned into this desolate ruin before us?

In his mind, that being had long surpassed the realm of ordinary immortals.

To be able to create the entire cultivation system of the Four Extremes Dragon Transformation Platform of the Wheel Sea Palace, leading to the attainment of Emperor and possibly even higher realms, is an extraordinary talent and a tremendous power.

Jiang Hao asked himself, he now stands at the pinnacle of the ultimate path, his combat power shaking the world, but could he create such a perfect, universal, and direct cultivation system that points directly to the Great Dao?

Can't do it.

He felt that even if he became an immortal in the future, he probably wouldn't be able to achieve that.

One needs to reach a higher level, and have a transcendent understanding of the universe, the Great Dao, and life, to be able to achieve this.

How could the power established by such an unparalleled and incomprehensibly powerful being have come to such an end?

What kind of enemies and crises did they encounter back then?

What kind of terrifying enemy could make even that being unable to protect its Heavenly Court?