The formation masters maintained solemn expressions, holding their array discs while clearing the monsters around them.
By the time they finally found the proper positions for the discs, another massive wave of monsters had already surged forward. They took their positions and carefully placed the discs according to the predesigned layout. Then, simultaneously, they activated them.
"Hum~"
Array patterns rose swiftly, merging into a complex formation. The latent might it carried made one shiver. Once the formation was complete, the monsters were quickly intercepted. A few stragglers slipped through but were promptly dealt with by the celestials.
Seeing this, many of the celestials showed faint smiles.
Yet, before even a single breath passed, disaster struck.
From beyond the Sky Chasm, a black light suddenly shot forth, moving faster than the eye could track, crashing toward the formation. The violent impact shook the discs from their positions, causing the formation to sway as if on the verge of breaking.
Mo Yang Xiānzūn acted without hesitation, swinging his sword at the black light.
Boom—
In an instant, the Sky Chasm trembled violently, the ground fracturing rapidly. Swirling vortices filled with murderous intent collided chaotically, plunging the scene into pandemonium.
"This is bad, a spatial storm! Everyone, run!"
Someone recognized the spatial storm and panicked. Even immortals could not treat a spatial storm lightly. Once caught, one might be swept into a spatial tunnel, or worse, torn into fragments with nothing left behind.
Hearing this, everyone turned pale and fled in all directions.
…
"Got it!"
Xiao Jin shouted with excitement as Song Wanníng finally captured a time-space fragment in her hand. After so much effort, missing hundreds of fragments, she had finally secured one.
It was cunningly elusive.
A smile curled on Song Wanníng's lips. She felt a surge of joy. With this fragment, her understanding of the time attribute would advance significantly. Before she could even secure the fragment, the Sky Chasm erupted with a cataclysmic tremor. The spatial tunnel flipped upside down, as if the terrifying crisis would tear it apart.
Song Wanníng's heart sank. Without thinking, she drew out her immortal furnace to protect herself. It was useless. The tunnel rolled endlessly, and she could not maintain balance.
Struggling desperately, she fell into the River of Time and Space. Her pupils dilated as she tried to resist, but the fragment in her hand glimmered faintly. A weak light flashed, and her figure vanished instantly from the spot.
Only moments after her disappearance, the spatial tunnel exploded, reduced to ashes, vanishing completely.
…
"Eh, there's someone here!"
"Hiss, it's an Out-of-Body cultivator…"
"Quick, run! This must be some big shot's child. We don't want trouble!"
The commotion woke Song Wanníng from unconsciousness. Opening her eyes, she saw a vast expanse of deep blue sky. Startled, she jumped up, vigilant, scanning her surroundings. Lush grass spread across the ground, vibrant with life. Dewdrops clung to the blades, crystal clear.
A strong, fragrant scent lingered in the air.
Where was this?
She clearly remembered entering the spatial tunnel, seizing the fragment, then the sudden crisis and the loss of consciousness.
"Big Sister, something is wrong with the aura here!"
Long Ling leapt out in excitement, bouncing onto Song Wanníng's head and grabbing her hair, shouting: "There's immortal energy! Pure immortal energy!"
No one was more sensitive to aura than Long Ling.
Clearly, the surrounding energy was immortal energy, not the spiritual energy of the lower realms.
"What?"
Song Wanníng had sensed something unusual about the aura, but she had never been to the Immortal Realm and could not recognize its scent.
Now, carefully observing, she realized she could not absorb the surrounding energy. Her brow furrowed. Without absorbing the immortal energy, her situation was dangerous. If she encountered danger, she would have to rely on pills or spirit stones for support.
"Could this be the Immortal Realm?"
If so, she was in real trouble. Any random immortal could easily crush her. Yet, like the Spirit Realm, not everyone in the Immortal Realm was an immortal.
Immortal cultivators also bore children, and their offspring needed to advance step by step to become immortals. However, those born here absorbed immortal energy from birth. Their cultivation advanced faster than that of lower realm beings, and their aptitude was generally superior.
Song Wanníng frowned, scanning around, realizing she was just outside a city. Cultivators frequently passed here, many sneaking curious glances at her. Looking at herself, she guessed it was due to her low cultivation.
These immortals probably rarely saw cultivators of her rank.
She pulled the corners of her mouth into a wry smile. Who would have thought she had ended up in the Immortal Realm?
Watching the immortals whose power she could not gauge, a hint of envy surfaced in her eyes. From early on, ascending to immortality had been every cultivator's dream, including hers. Now, she was seeing immortals up close. In a way, her dream had been realized.
Yet…
She thought of the vanished time-space fragment, a pang of regret passing through her. After all her effort to capture it, it had disappeared. As she drew closer, the city's dense immortal aura almost seemed to overflow.
The Immortal Realm had countless cultivators, far surpassing the lower realms. Beneath it lay innumerable Great Thousand Realms, and ascended cultivators gathered here.
Excited yet apprehensive, Song Wanníng entered the city. The city was bustling with life. Taverns and teahouses lined the streets. It differed slightly from what she had imagined.
She smiled and pressed deeper into the city, planning to understand the world's rules, though she only carried Hell coins and spirit stones.
The Immortal Realm's currency was surely immortal stones, and she had none. With an empty purse, she was back to square one. No choice remained but to take one step at a time.
Mentally prepared, Song Wanníng began subtly gathering information when she suddenly noticed a familiar figure. Her body immediately vanished behind a shop.
"Hiss, it's him again?"
Xiao Jin tensed like facing a great enemy, glaring at the figure with hatred.
If it wasn't Mu Zixu, then who could it be?
Beside him was a young man, appearing refined and scholarly.