The Yin Divine Soul of the Ten Thousand Beasts Celestial Immortal vanished at Chen Sheng’s fingertips in an instant, causing the source of heaven and earth in this Small Thousand World to tremble suddenly.

An unrest rippling from the world’s core spread outwards with Chen Sheng at its center!

Golden luck converged like rivers flowing into the sea, swirling three feet above his head, strands of Power of Origin merged within, condensing into a mysterious gate over ten feet tall.

The mysterious gate was inscribed with innate Dao Patterns, with chaotic light flowing between the patterns, a distant cosmic opening roar emanated as if connecting to another supreme realm.

"The Land of Origin!"

Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, reflecting myriad Dao Patterns of the mysterious gate.

He could clearly perceive this gate as the portal to the core of this world, the ultimate opportunity yearned for by the Ten Thousand Beasts Celestial Immortal with all their efforts.

Without any hesitation, he lightly tapped his toes, his figure like a purple gleam passing through the mysterious gate.

In the next moment, the scene before Chen Sheng transformed dramatically.

In his sight appeared a source river spanning across the void, not ordinary water, but condensed from billions of points of light.

Every point of light was pure world origin, emitting a nourishing breath as it flowed through the heavens.

The main river serpentined like a giant dragon, its end concealed in chaos, countless branch illusions spread like spider webs, extending to various corners of the void.

Chen Sheng stood upon one of these branches.

...

At this moment, the brilliant and majestic source river was shrouded by a grand heavenly might.

Originating from the main river, it transformed into a golden Heaven and Earth Net, spreading slowly from the main river to all branches.

As it passed, the source river’s waves were forcefully suppressed, even as the river raged violently it could not escape the trap of this massive net.

This was not merely harvesting origin, but a complete control over the source’s principles, bringing the Small Thousand World under the net’s control.

Chen Sheng nodded knowingly: "It is indeed the power of dynasty!"

At that instant, the source river’s surface suddenly rippled.

A fist-sized dreamlike imprint floated from the river, semi-transparent with the light and shadows of reality and illusion intertwining inside, drifting slowly towards Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng’s heart stirred, his Yin Divine Soul power extended, just as it touched the imprint he was drawn by an irresistible force, his consciousness plunged into an endless expanse of silence.

...

It was the deepest part of the Great Void’s chaotic zone, no sky, no sun and moon, not even the concept of time and space, only eternal dead silence.

Yet within this silence, a black-robed figure stood strikingly, its face concealed within the robe’s shadows, unclear in outline.

It carried a majestic presence of "Dao begets one, one begets two," merely existing made the surrounding chaos retreat automatically, forming an absolute void.

The black-robed cultivator raised his right hand slowly, flicking his forefinger, pointing towards the chaotic void ahead.

This finger bore no earth-shattering might, no world-destroying radiance, contained a transcendental profundity beyond all Dao Principles and Laws, immersing Chen Sheng’s Divine Soul completely in the enlightenment of the "Dao."

In his view, the black-robed cultivator’s forefinger seemed infinitely large, filling the entire chaotic void, yet infinitely small, penetrating the most extreme of chaos microscopically.

At the moment the fingertip descended, there was neither sound nor light, only a "point" silently coming into existence.

It was a point indescribable by words, possessed infinite material density, capable of twisting space-time into an extreme closed loop, entropy nearing zero, encompassing the end and beginning of all things.

"Singularity!"

Chen Sheng’s Divine Soul shouted silently, instantly enlightened to its nature.

Next moment, the singularity exploded suddenly!

Not the expected roar, the chaotic void split into countless gaps, numerous primordial energies burst forth like fountains, forming dreamlike bubbles.

Each bubble was an embryonic world, expanding incessantly under the nurturing energy, evolving into stars or vast realms.

Countless bubbles orbited the most central cluster of energy, forming the initial structure of a "Middle-tier World."

"This is... the scene of a Tribulation Daoist Lord creating a Middle-tier World!"

Chen Sheng was completely absorbed, his Divine Soul absorbing the epiphany before him like a sponge.

He saw the black-robed cultivator casually wave his hand, the initial realms obtained a definitive hierarchy.

The core realm transformed into the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm, surrounding realms becoming the Ten Lands, myriad small bubbles evolved into worlds similar to his own Small Thousand World, guarding the core.

This world-creating power was unlike the Dao Principles and Laws common cultivators understood but transcended all with an "Innate Grand Dao!"

"Tribulation Cultivators are termed Daoist Monarchs because their principles reach ultimate sublimation, transforming into innate Dao seeds!"

The black-robed figure’s finger power permeated, sometimes manifesting as real mountains and rivers, sometimes as illusionary law patterns.

Mountains and rivers solidified into reality within fantasy, law patterns spawned illusion within reality, blurring the boundaries between truth and illusion completely at this moment.

"Like a dream, like an illusion, the Dao of True Illusion!"

Countless inspirations exploded in Chen Sheng’s mind, countless confusions suddenly became clear.

He couldn’t help but mimic the actions of the black-robed cultivator, his fingers waving in the air, sometimes piercing like a spear tip, demonstrating the ultimate condensation of a singularity’s birth.

Sometimes striking like a palm, replicating the majestic and immense eruption of energy, every movement deepened his understanding of the Great Dao.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but the power of the Dreamy Mark dissipated, and Chen Sheng’s consciousness returned to the origin river.

In his heart, a great joy emerged: "Such a Great Dao, how can one not yearn for it?"

... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Nine Luminaries Heaven of the Immortal Realm, situated beside the top of the Nine Heavens.

The entire celestial domain is supported by nine floating stars, connected by golden immortal bridges, with misty clouds swirling above and golden-armored celestial soldiers patrolling in ranks from time to time.

Inside the main hall of the Immortal Palace, a figure clad in a purple gold daoist robe sits on a throne, wearing a crown adorned with stars, looking dignified, it is none other than the Nine Luminaries Immortal Monarch who governs the Nine Luminaries Heaven.

At this moment, a shimmering white communication jade talisman floats in his palm, with information reported by Xuan Ji Zi flowing on it.

"Anomaly in the Lower Realm? Enlightened Yin-Yang Dao Domain at the Yin Spirit Realm?"

The Nine Luminaries Immortal Monarch slowly spoke, his voice carrying the celestial might of the Nine Heavens, causing the air in the hall to tremble slightly.

He gently furrowed his brow—as a top-level Immortal Monarch under the Heavenly Emperor, he controls a million celestial soldiers in the Nine Luminaries Heaven and is thoroughly aware of the grand schemes laid by the Heavenly Emperor.

These Immortal Monarchs and Immortal Kings naturally support these efforts wholeheartedly!

Over these years, these top beneficiaries of the Immortal Realm have deeply bound themselves with the Yun Dynasty system.

Only through success can the entire Yun Dynasty advance further, and when the Heavenly Emperor lifts the restrictions, they can ascend accordingly!

Otherwise, a mere thirty thousand years of lifespan for an Immortal Monarch is too impoverished!

The advisor standing respectfully beside the hall bows, wearing a blue daoist robe and holding a feather fan, precisely the think tank Ling Xu Zi who has followed the Nine Luminaries Immortal Monarch for a thousand years.

Seeing the Immortal Monarch’s frown, Ling Xu Zi softly added:

"Since the golden light of the Yun Dynasty illuminated the heavens, seventeen Small Thousand Worlds under the Nine Luminaries Heaven in the Lower Realm have already experienced origin crises, producing over thirty sons of destiny."

"Among them, there are anomalies who enlightened Dao Principles early and hid in the origin grounds to resist ascension, but one who condenses a Dao Domain at the Yin Spirit Realm is unprecedented."

The Nine Luminaries Immortal Monarch’s eyes flashed with contemplation:

"The Emperor has long issued an edict: at such crucial times, it is when demons run rampant, and any who can shake the foundation of the Yun Dynasty shall be killed without mercy!"

"Such anomalies cannot be allowed to exist! Otherwise, they will undoubtedly become great threats in the future!"

He stood up and walked to the center of the hall, his purple gold daoist robe fluttering without wind, with faint starlight rising around him, the light of nine luminary treasure beads swelling, making his figure appear even more majestic:

"Deliver my decree! Summon Thunder Omen General to immediately enter the hall, bring three thousand celestial soldiers, and descend to the Lower Realm to annihilate this rebel!"

Ling Xu Zi hurriedly stepped forward, gently waving his feather fan, his tone carrying persuasion:

"Immortal Monarch, reconsider!"

"This son has extraordinary talent and might be recruited into the Heavenly Court system. How about sending an envoy to the Lower Realm first to offer amnesty, and if he refuses, then suppress him with thunderous force?"

The Nine Luminaries Immortal Monarch turned to look at Ling Xu Zi, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes:

"Ling Xu Zi, you’ve been with me for so many years, yet you still cannot see clearly?"

He raised his hand and pointed outside the hall, the golden light of the Nine Luminaries Heaven shining through the hall door, casting the shadows of countless Lower Realms:

"At pivotal moments, one must act decisively—better to kill mistakenly than let any slip through!"

Before the words fell, a muffled thunder came from outside the hall, a figure clad in ink-black battle armor striding in.

The newcomer had a towering stature, holding a twelve-foot-long thunder god hammer, precisely the most valiant Thunder Omen General under the Nine Luminaries Heaven.

"Subordinate Thunder Omen, pays respects to the Immortal Monarch!"

The Nine Luminaries Immortal Monarch tossed out a golden token engraved with the words "Annihilate Rebel":

"Thunder Omen, you’ve come at the right time!"

"Take this token, mobilize three thousand golden-armored celestial soldiers, immediately descend to annihilate Zhang Ling! Remember, uproot completely, no mistakes allowed!"

Golden-armored celestial soldiers are considered elite among celestial soldiers, with the weakest being at the True Immortal Cultivation Late Stage, and even strong Profound Immortals among them.

Thunder Omen General caught the token, the golden light on the token intertwining with the electric light around him, he solemnly replied:

"Subordinate obeys the decree! Within three days, Zhang Ling’s head will be delivered back for the report!"

He then rose, turned, and strode out of the Immortal Palace, and soon the sound of gathering celestial soldiers’ horns was heard from outside.

Accompanied by thunderous shouts, a squad of celestial soldiers clad in golden armor and wielding divine weapons swiftly assembled, under Thunder Omen General’s leadership, transformed into a brilliant golden light, flying towards the Lower Realm.