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

The initial land of the Void God Realm was in complete disarray.

The shattered remains of the golden stone tablet were scattered across the bluestone plaza, and the dust of law light drifted silently like fireflies under the hazy sky.

Those spies and elders from various races who had been crushed into pancake shapes by Gu Changqing's True Spirit Gravity Field only managed to get up from the ground with difficulty, as if a restart button had been pressed, after the Eye of Heavenly Punishment had completely shrunk back into the depths of the dark clouds.

The first thing they did after standing up was not to sort out their deformed mental bodies.

Instead, they frantically fled in all directions.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

I wish I could create afterimages even in the mental space.

They need to deliver a message!

Everything that happens here must be reported back to our respective factions immediately!

That little baby who smashed the ancient stone tablet!

That blue-robed demon who made the Eye of Heaven's Retribution immediately back down and spit out the entire treasure trove of millions of years!

News of this magnitude is enough to cause a stir throughout the entire Lower Realm!

Gu Changqing sat on a broken stone tablet.

He watched the panicked mental projections, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

escape?

He was eager for these people to escape.

The faster we escape, the better.

The wider it spreads, the better.

These spies were the bait he had laid out.

The Realm of the Gods is a spiritual realm.

Under the rules of this space, everyone's physical cultivation level will be suppressed to below the Blood Transformation Realm.

Even if you are a powerful ancestor in the real world, once you enter the Void God Realm, you can only fight with your spiritual power.

This is a consensus among all cultivators in the Perfect World.

But what they didn't know was that the Primordial World's system didn't accept the rules of the Void God Realm at all.

Because the cultivators of the primordial era did not cultivate "spiritual power".

What they cultivate is the "Tao".

The Dao is not governed by the laws of any particular world.

and so.

Those remaining members of the Rain Clan and the patriarchs of the Martial King's Mansion who are still alive will surely believe that the Void God Realm is the best battlefield to surround and kill him and Shi Hao.

Are we the fish on the chopping block, at their mercy?

No.

The fishpond is mine.

The bait is mine.

The fishhook is mine too.

You are the fish.

"Little Shi Hao".

Gu Changqing called out.

Shi Hao was squatting on the ground, examining the names remaining on a fragment of a stone tablet, when he heard the shout and immediately jumped up.

"Daoist Master!"

"Plug this in."

Gu Changqing casually pulled out a small triangular flag, about the size of a palm, from his sleeve.

It was a flag he had casually picked up from a discarded array flag in the desolate Kunlun Mountains. There were no arrays on it, just an ordinary piece of cloth.

But Gu Changqing dipped his finger in the remaining law-based light dust on the ground and wrote a few words crookedly on the flag.

Shi Hao took the small flag and looked down at it.

The inscription reads: "Shi Hao, son of Shi Ziling, respectfully awaits the arrival of the elders from the Yu Clan and the Wu King's Mansion."

Shi Hao's eyes lit up instantly.

That wasn't surprise.

That was the excitement of a wolf cub instinctively baring its fangs after smelling blood.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the small flag and ran towards the highest point of the square—a testing stone platform that had not yet collapsed.

The small figure stood atop the stone platform.

The wind blew past the hem of his clothes.

Shi Hao took a deep breath and roared into the void in all directions of the Void God Realm with his voice, which still had a childlike quality but was full of killing intent.

"I am Shi Ziling's son!"

"My name is Shi Hao!"

"You dug out my bones! You ruined my parents!"

"I'll be waiting right here today! You grandsons of the Rain Clan! You cowards of the Martial King's Mansion!"

"Come on then, if you dare!"

"Come on, Hao'er, smash one!"

The childish voice echoed under the hazy sky of the illusory realm.

He possessed a sharpness and bloodthirstiness completely out of character for his age.

Gu Changqing leaned against the ruins of the stone tablet, tapping his knees absently with his fingers.

and so on.

It takes time for a fish to take the bait.

But it won't be long.

……

really.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

From all directions of the initial land of the Void God Realm, countless spiritual projections began to emerge.

First there were a dozen or so.

Then there were dozens.

Then there were hundreds.

At last.

A massive, dark army of spirits surged into the initial land from various entrances to the Realm of the Void Gods, like a swarm of ants.

A quick glance reveals at least three thousand people.

Leading the group was a tall, elderly man with a face so rigid it was almost dead-like.

He wore the purple-gold python robe unique to the Wu King's mansion, and a crown made of spiritual energy.

His right hand held a shuttle-shaped weapon about three feet long, with a dark blue hue.

Soul-Destroying Shuttle!

It is an ultimate spiritual artifact forged from spiritual power through hundreds of years of repeated tempering, condensation, compression, and tempering.

In the Realm of the Void Gods, its power is enough to pierce through the spiritual body of a Venerable.

Fourth Master of the Wu Prince's Mansion!

He was Shi Yi's most loyal supporter and one of the key figures behind the plan to exhume his bones.

His cultivation level in reality has reached the peak of the Array Formation Realm.

However, under the suppression of the rules of the Void God Realm, he could only exert the physical strength of the Blood Removal Realm at its limit.

however.

Mental power is not limited by this!

He cultivated his spiritual power for four hundred years, and his spiritual strength in the Realm of the Void Gods far exceeded that of ordinary people by a hundred times!

This is his bottom line.

This is also the fundamental reason why he dared to lead three thousand men to storm in.

Fourth Master stood at the very front of the army.

His gaze swept over the fragments of the stone tablet scattered on the ground, and over the scattered dust of law, precisely locking onto the short figure on the stone platform.

as well as.

Below the stone platform, a man in a blue robe leans against the remains of a stone tablet, resting with his eyes closed.

Extreme greed twisted his face into a hideous, almost demonic shape.

According to outside intelligence, the mysterious Taoist master in that stone village relies on killing formations and talismans.

However, in the realm of the illusory gods, a purely spiritual space, all physical magical artifacts become ineffective!

Rules are rules.

Even the King of Heaven himself has to obey!

"You little brat, even if the demon behind you can wreak havoc in the mortal world with his killing formation, you are still a bastard."

The Fourth Grandfather's voice, carrying the heavy pressure of four hundred years of spiritual power, pressed down on Shi Hao as if it were a tangible force.

"But this is a purely spiritual world! The rules of the Blood Transformation Realm are absolute!"

He held the Soul-Destroying Shuttle high, its tip emitting a dazzling, eerie blue light.

Behind him, the three thousand spiritual troops simultaneously activated their spiritual power, condensing in mid-air a giant net of spiritual laws that blotted out the sky.

"I have cultivated my spiritual power for four hundred years! In this realm, I am a god!"

Fourth Master's voice grew louder and more frantic.

"Today I will annihilate your spiritual bodies! I will strip you of that newly formed divine bone!"

"The eternal foundation of the Martial King's Mansion will be rebuilt starting from your corpse, Shi Hao!"

The combined mental pressure of the three thousand people caused the entire law space of the initial land to creak and groan.

Loud.

A murderous aura filled the sky.

It was as if they were about to grind Shi Hao into powder at any moment.

however.

On the remains of the stone tablet.

Gu Changqing didn't even open his eyes.

He simply and slowly pulled a yellowed talisman from his sleeve.

The patterns on the talisman paper are extremely simple, even crude.

But within those seemingly rough strokes, a faint cluster of six interwoven colors of shimmering light was slowly dancing.

Taiqing Divine Fire Talisman.

The ignition talisman is a copy of the Six Ding Divine Fire Qi mechanism inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace of the Primordial Tushita Palace.

Gu Changqing held the talisman paper between two fingers.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the massive, dark army of three thousand.

He glanced again at the Fourth Master, whose face was contorted with rage.

There was no murderous intent or anger in his eyes.

There is only one kind of satisfaction a vegetable farmer feels when looking at the thriving row of chives in his field.

"Little Shi Hao".

Do you know why I brought you to this quagmire of the mind?

Gu Changqing held the talisman between his fingers and shook it gently.

Shi Hao tilted his head and looked over.

"A world that cultivates the law but not the truth. They always think that rules are meant to be followed."

Gu Changqing's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the mental storm of the three thousand-strong army, clearly reaching the ears of everyone.

"Today, I will teach you the final step in this world."

"The rules they take pride in, along with their ridiculous souls."

Let's light the stove together.