Upon this stone gate, no patterns or carvings were etched.
Only an ancient aura drifted upon its heavy texture.
It appeared suddenly, yet seemed to have stood there for eons, traversing the long river of time, silently waiting.
Jiang Wang reached out and pressed his hand against the stone gate. Aside from the cool touch of stone, there was no other special sensation. His Dao Yuan coursed over it, yet yielded not the slightest reaction.
The small blessed space he now occupied was very much like entering the mirror world within the Red Makeup Mirror with his physical body. All that could be seen was a small area, everything beyond remained boundless.
However, the Taixu Illusion Realm was far safer than the mirror world of the Red Makeup Mirror.
Within the Red Makeup Mirror’s world, Jiang Wang dared not take a single step beyond. The few “adventures” he had undertaken were fraught with peril.
Yet, in the Taixu Illusion Realm, he had never encountered danger.
The premise of joint supervision by all parties also provided the Taixu Illusion Realm with immense security.
Thus, Jiang Wang gently pushed, and the stone gate opened—
There was nothing, not even darkness.
For there was no light, and thus the concept of darkness had not been born.
Jiang Wang found himself in such an indescribable place.
He could not perceive anything of the world, nor could he perceive his own existence.
And in this state of profound oblivion, the first thing to appear was sound.
That lofty and ethereal voice—
The world of sound…
In a state of utter ignorance and gain, Jiang Wang’s initial reaction to this voice was not to ponder its content, but subconsciously to activate the sound component of the Five Immortals Dream Order, or rather, to activate the Sound-Listening Immortal Canon which lacked the presence of a technique medium. To feel, to explore…
Vastness! Grandeur!
The voice was clearly lofty and ethereal, seemingly from beyond the heavens.
Yet, when perceived through the sound component of the Five Immortals Dream Order, it felt like stumbling into a vast world!
A world so wondrous, so magnificent, capable of containing infinite imagination.
That perpetually lofty and indifferent voice seemed to utter a curious syllable.
This was the last impression Jiang Wang retained, and what followed, he was completely unaware of.
A certain unknowable place.
Mountains hung inverted in the sky, enveloped by swirling clouds and mists.
Streaks of light came and went, darting like lightning.
Occasionally, white cranes soared through, completely undisturbed by the rapid movement of cultivators, leisurely and content, their calls long and resonant, like the ringing of bells.
Xu Zefu’s sleeves billowed as he strode through the clouds.
From the inverted mountains, gazes like mountains and seas occasionally fell upon him.
Xu Zefu did not resist, openly accepting the “surveillance.”
These gazes came from the supervisors of the various top-tier powers.
“Uncle-Master has returned!”
“Senior Brother!”
Among the lightning-fast streaks of light, some occasionally greeted him, though they merely threw out a quick word, with no proper pleasantries.
More streaks of light went about their own business, completely ignoring him. And not just ignoring him… the majority of those in the streaks of light were in a hurry, unwilling to linger.
Xu Zefu paid it no mind. If someone greeted him, he smiled and responded. If no one paid him any attention, he walked his own path.
“Junior Brother, hurry, hurry!” A disheveled female cultivator suddenly sprang out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the side. “You said you’d be mine this month, where did you go? Hurry, hurry!”
Xu Zefu quickly explained, “I was sent by Master to…”
“Forget those rotten, trivial matters!” The female cultivator interrupted him without ceremony. “Come quickly and help me watch, and see how this Dao technique evolves?”
With a sweep of light, the two disappeared.
Down through the vast expanse of clouds.
Still cloud upon cloud, and wind upon wind.
Penetrating and falling all the way down, one could reach the lowest point of this unknowable place, a place ordinary cultivators could not approach.
Here was a flat ground, and beyond the flat ground was void.
Those who lived here knew that the void was the boundary.
Upon the flat ground, three stone houses were built.
One in front, two behind.
They were not grand, but looked like three ordinary stone houses.
On the plaque above the front stone house, the words “Ancestor Hall” were carved. These three words were extremely subtle, but unfortunately, few could appreciate them.
There were no people in the three stone houses.
The only person on this flat ground was seated at its edge, facing the void.
But this person was not looking at the void, but had their eyes closed.
This was a cultivator whose age could not be discerned, nor could their face be clearly seen.
It was unknown how long they had been sitting, nor could it be confirmed if they were sitting.
They seemed to exist at all times, and yet seemed to disappear at any moment.
“Hmm?”
In the space between reality and illusion, they let out a syllable of questioning.
Something very interesting had just happened.
In that great spectacle of cultivation, a young man had “heard” his voice.
This was not a matter that would typically arouse curiosity.
The voices that appeared in the Taixu Illusion Realm were all replicas of his voice. Almost every cultivator who entered the Taixu Illusion Realm could hear his voice.
But this “hearing” was different.
For a powerful being of his level, movement follows the Dao.
Every word and action, all things change with it. When appearing before others, they would typically restrain themselves, and when communicating, they needed to suppress their power.
Otherwise, unpredictable changes would occur.
Restraining oneself was for the sake of protecting the present world and others. At the same time, it also prevented others from prying into one’s own Dao principles.
The Taixu Illusion Realm was such a great spectacle of cultivation. His original consciousness wandered within it, also without hindrance to other things.
But at that moment just now, there was a bit of a strange “misunderstanding.”
The Primordial Chaos Space had not been completely opened, and it was undergoing special evolution earlier.
The normal replication of his voice still occurred normally. This would typically not cause any issue.
But that young man, in a manner from ancient times, traced back the origin of “sound.”
Simply put… they briefly heard his voice, his true voice.
In a sense, they “heard” a bit of his Dao principles.
Just as one understands the meaning of a Dao character upon seeing it.
His voice, to some extent, could also be considered Dao sound.
Of course, just as one of the reasons Dao characters were hidden was that some Dao characters were too powerful and could easily “kill” those who saw them, leading to many cultivators, but even more deaths.
Due to the young man’s strength, it was impossible for him to hear much—the reason for his surprise was precisely this. Such a weak young man was actually able to grasp this subtle “misunderstanding” and truly take a step closer to the origin of his voice.
Even such an insignificant step was a testament to his exploratory talent.
To some beings, such a matter could be considered an offense, and obliterating them would not be excessive.
However, to him…
It didn’t matter.
He merely let out a soft “Hmm,” and made no other reaction.
Neither helping nor interfering.