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

Three days later.

The environment of Shicun has undergone tremendous changes that are visible to the naked eye.

Three tender leaves sprouted from the broken branches of the Star Fruit Tree, and a thin, hair-like stream of spiritual spring gushed out from the soil beside the tree roots.

The spring water is clear and sweet, containing a faint but undeniable primordial spiritual essence.

The children of Shicun cultivated in this small, spiritually blessed place, and their progress increased several times over.

As for Xiao Shihao, under the dual catalysis of the Xuanhuang Divine Bone and the pure blood medicinal bath, his cultivation in the Blood Moving Realm had become so stable that it was outrageous.

His maximum strength of 120,000 jin was no longer his limit.

One time, he unintentionally threw a full-force punch, which even created a crater dozens of feet deep on the cliff behind Shicun.

But brute force alone is far from enough.

Gu Changqing understood perfectly.

In the Perfect World, besides the physical body, there is another area of ​​cultivation that is seriously overlooked by most cultivators in the lower realms—spiritual power.

The ultimate training ground for spiritual power is the Realm of the Void Gods.

It was an independent space constructed from the spiritual energy of sacrificial spirits remaining from the Immortal Ancient Era, which could only be entered by soul consciousness.

For the natives of the Perfect World, the barrier of the Realm of the Void Gods is impenetrable, and entry is only possible through specific sacrificial passages.

But for Gu Changqing...

That thing is just a layer of screen.

"Come on. I'll take you somewhere."

Gu Changqing stood in the open space of Shi Village and waved to Shi Hao, who was gnawing on animal meat.

Without saying a word, Shi Hao threw away the bone stick in his hand and ran over.

"Daoist Master, where are we going?"

Gu Changqing did not answer.

He placed one hand on Shi Hao's shoulder, and with the index finger of his other hand, he gently touched his brow.

There, a purple aura belonging to the true spirit of a primordial celestial being was slowly circulating.

Since achieving the Golden Core and officially entering the realm of Celestial Immortals, Gu Changqing's true spirit has undergone a qualitative change.

The true spirit of a primordial celestial being is essentially "the unity of yin and yang, and the combination of spirit and form".

Even against the mental restrictions of a Celestial King in a perfect world, it can be easily penetrated as easily as a red-hot iron block crushing snow.

And what about the barrier in the Realm of the Void Gods, which is constructed from the incomplete spiritual power of the sacrificial spirits?

In the presence of celestial beings and true spirits, they are practically nothing.

Gu Changqing strode forward.

The air ahead did not tear apart.

But a strange change occurred that made even the remnant soul of the Willow God tremble.

The spiritual barrier of the Void God Realm was originally a thin membrane hidden deep in the void, overlapping with the material space of the Perfect World.

Ordinary people can't see or touch it.

But the moment the wisp of celestial spirit's purple aura emanated from between Gu Changqing's brows...

That invisible barrier was forced to manifest!

Countless bronze-colored data runes flashed wildly in the void three zhang in front of Gu Changqing, like startled flying insects.

They were trying to decipher this higher-dimensional soul energy that did not belong to this world.

Attempting to stop it.

Attempting to filter.

but--

"Bang!"

Gu Changqing didn't even speed up.

He walked at a normal pace and crashed headfirst into that barrier.

It felt like a mature, ancient whale accidentally brushing against a fishing net woven from leaves by a child.

There was no sound of the barrier breaking.

The moment it came into contact with the aura of Taiqing, a large amount of pungent black smoke began to billow out from within.

Those incredibly precise arrays of runes were overloaded and burned out one after another.

The laws at the entrance of the bronze passage flashed with a frenzied red light, like an ancient machine about to completely shut down making its final, death throes.

"Sizzle—Pfft!"

A muffled thud.

The barrier was blasted open, creating a huge gap large enough for ten people to walk side by side.

Black smoke billowed, and fragments of runes drifted down like snowflakes.

Shi Hao was led by Gu Changqing through the smoking hole.

He tilted his head and looked at the broken passage behind him, which was still spewing sparks. The expression on his little face was not one of surprise, but rather one of expected complacency.

"Daoist Master, this passage seems rather flimsy; it broke down after you just brushed against it."

Shi Hao puffed out his chest, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"When we go inside later, Hao'er wants to smash all the stone tablets inside!"

Gu Changqing glanced down at him.

There was neither praise nor correction.

His lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

This personality already bears some resemblance to that of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

……

The Realm of the Illusory Gods.

The deepest part.

This is a gray, desolate spiritual wasteland, like an eternal twilight.

Everywhere there were shattered remnants of laws and half-collapsed ruins of spiritual structures.

In the very center of that wasteland, beside a bottomless swamp.

Two filthy, extremely slovenly old men were fast asleep in the mud in an extremely undignified posture.

The bald old man on the left has a small, bright red bird perched on his shoulder, which is currently curled up and dozing off.

The shorter, fatter old man on the right was holding a dirty rag in his arms, with a string of glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, muttering in his sleep.

Bird Master.

Grandpa Jingbi.

Two ancient beings whose memories and powers were mostly locked away by a seal of the Celestial King level.

They have slumbered in this spiritual wasteland for countless millennia, almost forgetting who they really are.

But at that moment...

"boom!"

The entire Realm of the Gods was as if struck by a magnitude 9 earthquake.

The tremor did not originate from the ground, but from the structure of the mental space itself.

It was as if a gigantic hammer had slammed down on the sky of the Void God Realm from the outside.

Cracks spread across the sky.

"Whoosh!"

Bird was propelled up from the muddy ground as if someone had lit a fire under his butt.

His little red bird was blown to bits, not a single feather left. It screeched as it flew into the air, its wings flapping like a windmill.

Grandpa Jingbi was a beat slow to react, but when the terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from the entrance to the Void God Realm reached him, the tattered cloth in his arms was instantly shattered into pieces.

Saliva was still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were already wide open to the limit.

Deep within those old, cloudy eyes, where the pupils were almost invisible, the ancient chains of memories sealed by the Celestial King cracked under the impact of that high-dimensional soul pressure!

Fragments of memories, sealed away for millennia, flickered wildly in his mind like shattered mosaics.

He saw some blurry images.

An endless sea of ​​stars is burning.

The Celestial King knelt at the feet of a figure so majestic and indescribable.

The laws of heaven and earth are manipulated at will, like ants.

then.

The fragments of memory blurred again, dissipating into the depths of my mind.

But the tremor that surged from the deepest part of his soul, a tremor that transcended fear itself, caused Grandpa Jingbi's teeth to start chattering uncontrollably.

"Gaga gaga gaga—"

His upper and lower teeth were like electrified springs, grinding together with a clicking sound.

Birdie wasn't much better off.

He stood there, his legs trembling like a leaf, his face wrinkled from extreme tension.

"Old shrew...did you fucking feel it?" Bird's voice was broken, as if it had been sanded.

Grandpa Jingbi did not answer.

He stared intently at the direction of the entrance to the Void God Realm.

In his mental perception, an incredibly vast and immeasurable soul mass was violently squeezing into this mental space.

That's not a mental projection.

That was a true spirit carrying a physical body, which forcibly broke into a spiritual realm that only allowed consciousness to enter!

In Grandpa Jingbi's fragmented memories, there had never been any precedent for such a thing.

Because the barrier of the virtual god realm filters spiritual entities absolutely, theoretically no material being can pass through it.

unless--

The quality of that true spirit already surpasses the upper limit of the laws that the Void God Realm can bear!

It's like putting a star into a glass of water.

It wasn't the water glass that blocked the star.

A water glass is not even worthy of being called a "container" in front of the stars.

Grandpa Jingbi sensed that the foundation of the Void God Realm was sinking.

The entire grid of laws in the spiritual space groaned under the immense strain of that terrifying soul mass.

"The physical body traverses the sea of ​​spirit..."

Grandpa Jingbi managed to squeeze out a few extremely hoarse syllables.

His lips were trembling, and saliva mixed with mud dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"No...he does have a physical body..."

"Even the weight of his true soul exceeds the limit that the laws of the Boundary Sea can withstand!"

Grandpa Jingbi's voice completely went off-key in the last few words.

He suddenly grabbed Bird's arm, his withered fingers digging into Bird's flesh with excessive force.

"This spiritual realm... is about to be crushed by him!"