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

The aftershocks of the shattered stone tablet are still spreading.

The scattered golden fragments slowly transformed into wisps of drifting law-based light dust in mid-air.

Cracks are spreading at a visible speed across the sky above the initial land of the Void God Realm.

The entire structure of the spiritual space was thrown into severe chaos due to the destruction of the core law artifacts.

Shi Hao shook his right fist that had smashed the monument, wiggled his five fingers a few times, and muttered, "It's a bit hard."

He turned around and ran towards Gu Changqing.

"Daoist Master! Smash it!"

Her little face was filled with a smug look of pride.

Gu Changqing nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two broken sections of the monument lying on the ground.

He is waiting.

According to the underlying rules of the Void God Realm, any living being that breaks the limit record here must be rewarded with an equal reward by the will of the Void God Realm.

This is an ironclad rule engraved into the very foundation of the laws of the Void God Realm.

Whether the record was broken normally or violently.

The rules do not recognize motives, only results.

The result of Shi Hao's punch was that not only was the eternal record broken, but even the monument that recorded the record was destroyed.

The will of the Void God Realm must pay the price for this.

But it is quite obvious.

The incomplete rule network of the Virtual God Realm is currently trapped in a serious logical dead loop.

It wants to give a reward.

But the stone tablets were all broken, so it couldn't even calculate "how much the reward should be".

What should I do?

The will of the illusory god realm chose the most primitive stress response.

punishment.

Punish the destroyer first, and then slowly repair the shattered laws.

"Buzz—"

The gray sky suddenly changed color.

A thick, almost solidified, inky black cloud surged and rolled down from the highest point of the Void God Realm.

Right in the center of the dark clouds.

A gigantic eyeball, thousands of feet in diameter, slowly emerged from a gap in the clouds.

Eye of Divine Retribution!

That is the materialized form of the will and laws of the Void God Realm.

The enormous, blood-red eyeball was filled with countless blood vessels of law.

Deep within his pupils, a destructive mental thunder was rapidly gathering.

The mere appearance of that eye caused the temperature of the entire primordial land to plummet below freezing.

Those spies and elders from various tribes who had just gotten up from the ground did not even dare to entertain the thought of running away under the watchful gaze of the Eye of Divine Retribution.

They could only lie face down on the ground, not daring to lift their heads, their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Divine retribution! The Void God Realm is about to unleash divine retribution!"

"That brat smashed the stone tablet and angered the Realm Spirit!"

"It's all over! All spiritual entities within a radius of ten thousand feet under the divine punishment will be annihilated!"

Panic spread through the population like a plague.

Shi Hao looked up at the enormous, blood-red eye that blotted out the sky.

His small body tensed slightly, and the Xuanhuang Divine Bone in his chest instinctively erupted with a layer of defensive chaotic light membrane.

But he did not back down.

Because the Daoist Master was still standing behind him.

Since the Daoist Master didn't move, he didn't need to fear anything.

And Gu Changqing.

He still had his hands behind his back.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting that thousand-foot-long blood-red eye in the void.

Deep within the pupil of the Eye of Divine Retribution, the destructive lightning, poised to erupt, had reached a critical point.

It can pour down at any time.

But at this very moment...

Something shifted deep within Gu Changqing's right pupil.

Extremely slow.

Extremely heavy.

A phantom image of a Taiji diagram, representing the origin of the primordial Heavenly Dao, slowly rotated half a circle in his eyes.

It's only half a circle.

The aura emanating from his eyes didn't even leave Gu Changqing's body.

It existed for only a fleeting moment.

But in that instant.

For the rules and will of the Void God Realm, which are so incomplete that only the most basic instincts remain.

Like an ant looking up and seeing a falling meteorite.

The crimson hue of the Eye of Heaven's Punishment touched that Tai Chi energy the instant it did.

It faded away instantly.

Clean and tidy.

It's like a basin of blood being instantly washed away without leaving a trace by a bucket of clean water.

Within the enormous eyeball, the blood vessels of law that were originally filled with violence and destruction began to shrink wildly at an extremely comical speed.

If even a spiritual being could break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, that Eye of Divine Punishment was probably drenched in sweat.

"Unfair rewards and punishments."

Gu Changqing spoke up.

The sound was not loud, and even carried a hint of lazy languor.

But every word that landed in the law space of the Void God Realm was like a heavy hammer striking the very foundation of the rules.

"You worthless spirit array, do you want your mind erased?"

The words fell.

The colossal eye in the sky made a move that everyone will never forget.

It shrank.

It didn't gradually subside.

Instead, it shrank rapidly at an extremely chaotic and panicked pace.

From a thousand feet to a hundred feet.

It shrank from a hundred zhang to ten zhang.

Finally, it shrank to the size of a fist, its entire body trembling, hiding in the deepest part of the dark clouds, not even daring to open its eyelids.

Instead of unleashing punitive lightning, the dark clouds in the sky began to shrink and rotate towards the center at a speed that defies all common sense.

Like a machine whose emergency urination button has been pressed.

"Ding-a-ling—clang—bang—"

Accompanied by a series of crisp collisions as the laws dissipated.

A huge gap appeared in the sky above Shi Hao and Gu Changqing.

From that gap.

Things started falling.

Not Thunder.

It's not a punishment.

Instead, it's—baby.

One after another, ancient bronze books, gleaming with a bronze luster, fell from the sky like bricks, crashing onto the square with a dull thud.

One after another, ancient Qiongqi treasure bones, exuding savage ferocity and carrying the lingering aura of laws, rolled down from the cracks in the sky.

Jar after jar, containing thick spiritual nectar, fell from the sky with a clanging sound, like hail.

Densely packed.

Overwhelming.

It was as if someone had turned an entire treasure trove upside down and poured out all the riches accumulated over millions of years at Gu Changqing's feet without reservation.

No.

It's not "pour".

Driven by utter terror, the fragmented will of the illusory god realm desperately plucked out its most precious possessions in an almost begging manner, hoping that the terrifying being before it would not truly obliterate it.

The bronze books were piled up into a small mountain.

Precious bones were scattered all over the ground.

The jade pot containing the nectar of the spirit was stacked three layers high.

The treasure trove of the initial land... has been emptied.

on the square.

Those spies from various ethnic groups and elders from ancient kingdoms who had finally managed to get back to their feet.

I witnessed this scene.

then.

The group lost its ability to speak.

An ancestor from an ancient family leaned against a broken stone pillar, his legs weak.

He looked at the mountain of endless treasures piled up at Gu Changqing's feet, enough to drive all the ancient kingdoms of the eight lower realms mad.

His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again.

Like a fish that has been thrown ashore.

He cultivated himself in asceticism for three hundred years.

They survived a mental ordeal that was fraught with peril.

They managed to pry a small fragment of beast bone and half a bowl of diluted spiritual nectar from the hands of the Void God Realm.

That was the greatest opportunity of his life.

He was so excited about this that he didn't sleep for three days, and wished he could burn incense in front of the ancestral tablets for the rest of his life.

And now.

The person in front of me.

He simply glanced up at the Eye of Heavenly Punishment.

The Void God Realm just dumped its million-year-old reserves on him like trash?!

The old man's lips were trembling violently.

He wanted to curse.

He wanted to question why this messed-up world was so unfair.

But the words that came out were just a trembling, distorted murmur.

"What the hell is this? Did they bring their own funding to the cast? Or did the 'father' of the Virtual God Realm come?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone, like him, has completely lost the ability to think.

Gu Changqing glanced down at the mess of treasures at his feet.

He bent down, picked up a bronze book, and flipped through a couple of pages.

The content is crude, and the rules are superficial.

But its advantage lies in its large quantity.

Little by little, after refining it, it becomes a considerable amount of spiritual essence, enough to accelerate the further solidification of his golden core.

As for those precious bones and spiritual nectar...

It would be perfect to leave it for Shi Hao to temper his body.

He spread his sleeves wide.

The mountain of treasure at his feet vanished silently into his sleeve, enveloped by a surge of primordial energy.

Clean and neat.

Not a single drop of nectar remained.

From beginning to end.

Gu Changqing never said "thank you" to the will of the Void God Realm.

They didn't even give him a second glance.

It's like a landlord taking a few jars of aged wine from his cellar.

It is justified.

There's no need to be polite with the wine jar.

The tiny eyeball in the sky, shrunken to the size of a fist, appeared after Gu Changqing had finished collecting everything.

Only then did it dare to peek half of its body out from behind the dark clouds.

It glanced tremblingly at the empty, completely desolate initial treasure vault area.

If the will of the laws had expressions.

At this moment, its face was probably filled with both pain and relief.

The pain is because my savings of millions of years are gone.

I'm glad I'm still alive.

far away.

The deepest part of the spiritual wasteland.

Bird Grandpa and Jingbi Grandpa huddled behind a dilapidated spiritual wall, their two old eyes, bulging with terror, practically popping out of their sockets, barely visible.

The red bird on Bird Master's shoulder buried itself in its wings, not daring to show a single feather.

Grandpa Jingbi still had half a piece of mud in his mouth, which he had forgotten to spit out and swallow.

The two old men exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same thing deep in each other's pupils.

It was an absolute awe of the unknown, higher-dimensional existence that transcended fear itself.

Bird's Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times.

In the end, he managed to squeeze out only a very faint sound.

"Old fox...we two...we absolutely mustn't let that person find out."

Grandpa Jingbi nodded frantically, mud dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In his cloudy old eyes, the chains of memories sealed by the Immortal King were cracking and creaking.

From the cracks, several ancient images, so blurry they were almost unrecognizable, were revealed.

He didn't see anything clearly.

But the emotional aftershocks from just those few fragmented images caused his entire mental body to convulse uncontrollably.

"That aura...I seem to have seen it...in countless ages ago."

Grandpa Jingbi's voice was trembling.

"Neither a mortal nor a celestial king..."

"Higher than the Celestial King...much higher..."

His words were fragmented and illogical, clearly indicating that those broken memories were placing a tremendous burden on his mind.

"That's...that's something standing on top of the Immortal Emperor's head..."