He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The Thirty-Three Heavens.

Led by five old men, Yun Yi left that steel planet.

To be precise, it left the outer perimeter of the steel planet.

Passing through the white jade-carved South Heavenly Gate, the view suddenly opened up.

Behind the South Heavenly Gate lies another world.

Yun Yi then realized that the steel planet and the South Heavenly Gate were just the outermost gateway.

The real world is hidden behind this door.

An enormous pillar of light rose from the void, stretching straight to the sky with no end in sight.

Surrounding the pillar of light were layers upon layers of space, like a sheet of paper folded countless times. In each layer, one could vaguely see mountains, rivers, pavilions, floating islands, and the movement of stars.

"Patriarch, this is the Thirty-Three Heavens."

Zhu Heng stood beside Yun Yi, bowing slightly, his tone respectful yet tinged with undisguised pride.

"Our Zhu family lives in the twentieth heaven, the Jade Void Heaven."

"Thirty-three heavens..." Yun Yi looked up at the towering pillar of light, "From lowest to highest?"

"Yes."

Zhu Heng nodded.

"From the first to the ninth heaven, ordinary families, independent cultivators, and wealthy merchants among mortals reside there."

"The tenth to eighteenth heavens are occupied by various families, sects, financial groups, and major powers."

"Only top-tier families, powerful clans, and geniuses of S-rank or above are qualified to reside in the nineteenth heaven and above."

He paused, then emphasized his words.

"And our Zhu family is located in the twentieth heaven."

He couldn't hide the pride on his face as he said this.

However, Yun Yi did not respond.

He stood still, head tilted back, his gaze fixed on the towering pillar of light, motionless.

Zhu Heng glanced at it secretly, and his heart skipped a beat.

The child... was stunned?

He couldn't help but straighten his back a little.

really.

No matter how talented he is, he is still just a six-year-old child.

Who wouldn't be awestruck upon seeing the true face of the Thirty-Three Heavens for the first time?

When Zhu Heng first entered Jade Void Heaven, his reaction was much stronger; he almost knelt on the ground.

It's already quite impressive that this family head can maintain a calm facade.

Zhu Heng's lips curled up slightly, and the displeasure he felt from being suppressed earlier dissipated considerably.

So what if he's a prodigy?

So what if it's sixth order?

So what if it's the blood of three gods?

They're just naive and haven't seen much of the world.

He decided not to disturb Yun Yi and let him have a good "shock" for a while.

Zhu Heng had no idea.

At this moment, Yun Yi is engaged in combat with someone.

The moment he looked up at the pillar of light...

An extremely hidden thread emerged from the void, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, silently coiling around his consciousness.

That is the thread of fate.

Someone, while he was destroying Chen Tiansheng's puppet, followed that thread of information exchange and tied a thread of fate to him.

Right now, the other party is cutting this line.

Yun Yi sensed it.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into a gray-white void.

Before him, a slender thread stretched into the distance, its end nowhere in sight.

At the other end of the thread, five blurry figures sat together. One of them, blindfolded, was forming hand seals, and grayish-white light was frantically gathering in her palms as she cut the thread piece by piece.

With each cut, the silk thread would tremble and become a little thinner.

Yun Yi watched this scene expressionlessly.

In his mind, the memories belonging to Evil Heaven were like a vast library, containing all knowledge about the laws of fate, from the most basic perception of fate to the deepest manipulation of cause and effect.

But the problem is.

This was the first time he had actually used it.

It's like someone has a whole swimming tutorial in their head, remembering every single movement clearly, but when they jump into the water for the first time, their body will still feel stiff and disoriented for a moment.

Following the method he remembered, he tried to infuse his consciousness into the thread, attempting to trace it in reverse and try to entangle the other's fate.

He moved.

The movements were not very skillful, and even a bit clumsy.

The thread of fate trembled slightly under his control, attempting to spread towards the other party.

Just as his consciousness was about to touch the other party, the other party's cutting speed suddenly increased, severing the last connection with a single stroke.

The thread broke.

They transformed into countless tiny specks of light, dissipating into the gray-white void.

Yun Yi's consciousness returned to his body, and he opened his eyes.

broken.

His first clash with fate ended in defeat.

But his face remained expressionless.

It's normal to be unfamiliar with it the first time you use it.

Just like someone who has read all the secret manuals on swordsmanship, when they pick up a sword for the first time, they can't really achieve oneness with the sword.

The experiences and knowledge etched in our minds need time to digest and practical experience to be refined.

If it's broken, it's broken.

He doesn't care.

What truly made him frown slightly was something else.

In the instant the thread of fate was severed, he caught a glimpse of the other party's presence.

The aura was extremely faint and fleeting, but Yun Yi still recognized it.

Cause and effect, fate—two laws.

The other party's understanding of fate is indeed quite profound.

But so what?

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze, his expression remaining unchanged from beginning to end.

"The head of the family?"

Zhu Heng's voice rang in my ears, tinged with a hint of cautious probing.

"Are you... alright?"

Yun Yi turned his head and glanced at him.

Zhu Heng was bending over, looking at him with concern, a hint of undisguised smugness hidden deep in his eyes.

The old man thought he was shocked by the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Yun Yi was too lazy to explain.

"Let's go."

He lifted his foot and walked towards the pillar of light.

Zhu Heng quickly followed, secretly sighing to himself.

Look, this is a prodigy.

Even when shocked, he remained calm and acted as if nothing had happened.

But it doesn't matter. Zhu Heng has lived for so many years, what kind of young people haven't he seen?

Even if they don't say it, they're definitely going through a lot of turmoil inside.

He decided to be understanding and save face for Yun Yi by not pressing the matter further.

The group stepped into the pillar of light.

Yun Yi felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be shattered and reassembled by an invisible hand.

When he could see his surroundings clearly again, he was slightly stunned.

They now stand on a wide white marble path, flanked by endless pavilions, terraces, and sacred mountains.

The sky above was a pale gold, with a few wisps of clouds drifting by, and a giant dragon could be vaguely seen passing through the clouds.

The air was so rich in spiritual energy that it almost condensed into mist, and with each breath, a warm current flowed down my throat.

But what truly stunned Yun Yi was the space.

too big.

The stone path stretched out and seemed to have no end.

The buildings on both sides are stacked one on top of the other, each one taller and larger than the last.

The tallest main hall is suspended in mid-air, carved entirely from a single piece of white jade, and each lantern hanging from the eaves is the size of a house.

In the distance, floating islands stretch one after another, each with mountains, water, and forests. Buildings can be vaguely seen among the mountains, and the sound of bells can be faintly heard.

Yunyi made a rough estimate.

This space is at least ten thousand times larger than that steel planet outside.

There could be even more.

"Space folding".

Yun Yi spoke.

Zhu Heng nodded after hearing this.

"Patriarch has a good eye." He smiled. "The twentieth heaven is itself a small world, roughly the size of all the planets in the outer solar system."

He paused, and then that hint of pride resurfaced in his tone.

"Those who can sit here are all from top-tier families, powerful clans, and geniuses of S-level or above."