Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 389: Compressing, Success!

Hours passed, though time felt meaningless here. Sweat beaded on Liang's brow, and his breathing grew labored as he poured more and more of his spiritual energy into the array. His universe essence burned brightly now, its radiance filling the garden with a soft, otherworldly glow.

"Almost there," Liang muttered through gritted teeth, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Just a little longer."

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last rune was in place. The array hummed softly, resonating with the void laws governing the garden's realm.

"This is it," Liang said aloud, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "The critical moment—the point of no return. If this fails, I lose the garden, and the backlash could severely injure me—or worse."

He paused for a moment, glancing at the shimmering runes before him. "But hesitation has never been my nature. Let us see if this works."

With a calm expression, Liang activated the array. A surge of golden energy erupted from the nodes, spiraling outward in dazzling arcs. The runes flared to life, their combined brilliance nearly blinding. For a brief instant, the entire garden trembled, as if resisting the imposition of external forces. But then, the array stabilized, and the trembling subsided. Slowly, inexorably, the space around the garden began to contract.

The crystalline pool shrank first, its golden waters condensing without losing their spiritual quality. The roots of spiritual energy connecting the orchid to the pool stretched taut but remained intact, adapting seamlessly to the compression. Next, the surrounding flora—the lush grasses, vibrant flowers, and towering trees—were drawn inward, folding neatly into themselves like origami crafted by divine hands. Even the ethereal atmosphere of the garden compressed smoothly, preserving its tranquil essence.

As the process continued, Liang maintained absolute focus, channeling his universe spiritual energy into the array to sustain its operation.

Finally, with a soft pop, the compression completed. Where once there had been a sprawling secret garden bathed in golden light, there now rested a tiny, shimmering orb no larger than a grain of sand. It floated gently in the palm of Liang's hand, pulsating faintly with a warm, golden glow. Within it, the entire garden existed in miniature, perfectly preserved down to the smallest detail.

Liang exhaled sharply, slumping against the wall as fatigue washed over him,

His spiritual and runic power has been nearly depleted. However, a faint smile appeared on his face, rather than any hint of sadness.

The Nine Revolutions Era Orchid, the crystalline pool, and the ancient spirit milk—all safely contained within this diminutive realm. Two thousand years might still stand between him and the orchid's full potential, but now, time was no longer a constraint. He could simply carry the garden with him, nurturing it as needed until the ninth petal fully manifested.

"Careful storage is essential," Liang reminded himself, carefully storing the orb within a specially prepared artifact pouch. "No need to take unnecessary risks."

Carefully, Liang stored the orb within a specially prepared artifact pouch, ensuring it would remain undisturbed. Then, with a final glance at the now-empty chamber, he turned and made his way back through the tunnel. Though physically drained, his mind was already turning to future plans.

As Liang turned to leave the chamber, his body still heavy with exhaustion from the monumental task of compressing the secret garden into a tiny orb, the ground beneath him began to tremble. At first, it was subtle—a faint vibration that could be mistaken for the settling of ancient stone. But within moments, the shaking grew violent, causing dust and debris to rain down from the ceiling.

Liang's sharp eyes narrowed as he quickly assessed the situation. Something—or someone—had detected his actions. He cursed under his breath.

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Without hesitation, Liang activated his spatial abilities, weaving together threads of void qi to teleport out of the tunnel. Time was not on his side; whoever had triggered this disturbance would likely seal off all escape routes soon. With a flash of golden light, he vanished from the chamber.

When Liang reappeared outside the twisting tunnels, standing amidst the dimly lit corridors of the Dwarven City, his expression shifted instantly. His usually calm demeanor faltered as an overwhelming sensation washed over him—a pressure akin to being pinned under a mountain. Countless seventh-grade formation arrays encircling the city flared to life simultaneously, These formations were no ordinary constructs; designed specifically to suppress even the most advanced cultivators' ability to manipulate space.

Liang tried to teleport again, but the attempt failed. A dense web of spatial locks now blanketed the entire city, rendering any form of instantaneous movement impossible. He let out a low curse under his breath.

Glancing around cautiously, he muttered to himself, "Time to test just how durable these formations truly are..."

Before he could formulate a plan, the air before him rippled unnaturally, and a strange rune materialized in midair. It took the shape of a hammer, its edges jagged and raw with runic energy. From the rune emerged nine shadowy figures, each radiating a distinct aura of immense strength each no less powerful than a half step Void Return Realm expert.

They moved silently, surrounding Liang in a loose circle, their forms flickering like smoke caught in a breeze.

And then, without warning, the rune erupted in a blinding surge of light. The nine figures merged into one, coalescing into the towering form of a middle-aged dwarf. His long white hair cascaded down his back, matching the flowing beard that framed his stern face. On his forehead gleamed the same hammer-shaped rune that had appeared earlier, The dwarf's presence alone was suffocating, exuding an aura comparable to early-stage Void Return Realm experts—a level of power few dared to challenge directly.

"You dare steal what does not belong to you," the dwarf growled, his voice resonating like thunder. "The Nine Revolutions Era Orchid is the pride of our people—a treasure cultivated over countless millennia by my ancestors. And you, a mere trespasser, have dared to seal it away?!"

Liang exhaled softly, letting out a resigned sigh. His attempt to retrieve the orchid undetected had clearly failed. Worse still, the sheer power emanating from the dwarf left no doubt about the gravity of the situation. This wasn't just some ordinary guardian; the dwarf's strength rivaled that of early-stage Void Return Realm powerhouses.

"Return the garden at once, If you do not comply, I will ensure your demise—and your remains shall serve as fertilizer for the very thing you sought to take. Eternal punishment awaits those who defile our sacred treasures."

Liang tilted his head slightly, studying the dwarf with careful scrutiny. Despite the threat looming over him, his demeanor remained composed, as if he were merely discussing the weather rather than facing an irate guardian of incalculable power.

"An impressive display," Liang remarked calmly "I admit, I underestimated the safeguards surrounding the orchid. However, I must point out that the orchid itself is far from mature. Two thousand years remain until its ninth petal blooms—a span of time so vast it borders on irrelevance. Surely such a delay wouldn't inconvenience you?"

The dwarf's eyes narrowed dangerously, but Liang pressed on, unfazed by the growing tension in the air.

"And who knows?" he continued, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Two thousand years from now, your kind might have gone extinct—or perhaps another faction entirely will rise to claim the orchid. What good is guarding something today if no one remains to reap its benefits tomorrow?"