Needless to say, his cultivation realm did not rise. The heavens above did not split, nor did the Dao recognize any breakthrough beyond the sky and the firmament. Yet the power coursing through his body was undeniable, pure ancient, like ancient ancient, and tyrannical, like a dormant abyss that had briefly opened its eyes.

Swoosh!

Young Master Tianmo vanished from sight.

It was not speed in the ordinary sense. Rather, his presence simply ceased to exist at that point in space, as if the very coordinates of reality had been quietly erased.

However, the moment of mystery quickly faded, replaced by confusion, a generational loss of Aura.

Where exactly was the enemy?

Tianmo's crimson gaze slowly swept across the horizon, his conceptual horns flickering faintly above his head, from a deeper layer of reality, sending a layer of rippling waves that even most powerful eyes couldn't fathom.

Something was wrong. The attackers were clearly present, yet their existence seemed wrapped within something profound—something that even his perception could not easily pierce.

He frowned slightly.

What a headache.

If the enemy hid themselves behind a veil of unfathomable law, then even locating them would become troublesome. One could not strike what could not be perceived.

Woosh!

His divine sense expanded, spreading outward like an invisible tide. In the blink of an eye it blanketed the entire Eastern Region, passing over mountains, rivers, cities, forests, and every living being within its domain.

Everything was laid bare before his awareness.

The movement of wind, the flow of spiritual energy and even the subtle fluctuations of the natural laws themselves there was not a single "hole" where an enemy could be hiding.

Could it be… behind the Void itself?

The thought crossed his mind calmly. Afterall, high-level concealment methods allowed cultivators to anchor themselves within the seam between reality and the void, making them undetectable to ordinary perception. Anyone above the void refining could easy do it.

One can't comprehend such in-depth knowledge but the seemingly reality is also divided into four layers of casualties. After all, how can the people of lower realms fathom the vastness of seemingly simple universe.

It's simply unfathomable what lies beyond once the void is destroyed... But the reality is far more complicated than one can imagine with their tiny brains.

Isn't there a new void?

Could it be that once the void is eaten, a space tunnel opens?

Could it be that... you will wake up inside a jar once the void is destroyed?

Or simply the butterfly wakes up from the dream, or the man dreaming of butterfly wakes up.

Just like how the soul is divided by four major vibrations as a core concept, reality is governed by four Gryo-nims.

nims is easier to understand— Nascent Immortal matter, negative immortal matter and non-negative immortal matter.

Non-negative Immortal matter? Why not simply write positive!?

The naming is not arbitrary, but inherited from those who first discerned the deeper strata of reality.

They did not speak of "positive," for shall, such a term suggests assertion, imposition, and the arising of preference. Instead, they spoke of the non-negative—that which remains when distortion has not yet taken root.

In their understanding, darkness is not the absence of light. Darkness is the ever-present ground, the uncarved depth that preceded all distinction. Before light arose, before contrast and form, the dark was already so—complete, unopposed, and without need of definition. Thus, light is not origin, but emergence. Not truth, but expression.

From this view, the higher worlds do not turn toward brightness, nor do they seek illumination. They abide in the dark—not as the "shadow" or "edge" but as the primordial field from which all things arise and to which all things return.

To perceive from the dark side is not to see less, but to see without imposition. It is to behold what is, before it is divided into this and that, before it is named, before it is judged.

Therefore, the ancient scholar did not call it "positive," for positivity implies a stance. They called it non-negative, for it does not contend, does not distort, and does not depart from what is naturally so.

Anyway,

The void is the very first layer and the weakest of all.

Anyone incapable of destroying the void isn't a true cultivator. They are a shame; a shame that should be stoned to death with no mercy.

Gryo-nims are four layers of reality. Like how a book has multiple pages, think of reality the same way; it has four Gryo-nims.

After the void is destroyed, the second layer is Re-nim.

The four Gryo-nims are:

Ge-nim: the Void. ( Guixu existence )

Re-nim: the Immortal-Bound Layer. ( Ranying existence )

Ye-nim: the Dao-Bound Layer. ( Yansheng existence )

Oe-nim: the Chains of Limitless Vastness. ( Origin existence )

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If the enemy has broken through the first layer and moved to the second layer, then it would be troublesome.

However, the second layer is not something that can be easily broken through. It requires a profound understanding of the Dao and the ability to transcend the limitations of the mortal realm.

One key distinguishing is that, ascending to upper realm isn't the same as moving to a deeper layer of reality.

However,

Who was Liu Xiu?

The chosen son of destiny, the one who have cultivated the Dao of foolishness, how could he hide and wait for his enemy to nullify their most powerful move?

With a menacing laugh, he waved his hands and descended to the first layer of reality clapping his hands.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here? A little rabbit awaiting to be slaughtered, how amusing," Liu Xiu said, his voice dripping with mockery and disdain.

Woosh!

Young Master instantly arrived before Liu Xiu, a beautiful ted lotus forming on his hands.

"Not good... Liu Xiu get away this instance !" The True Sage powerhouse shouted, his voice filled with urgency and fear, unleashing his aura. He could tell that the lotus on the Young Master's hands was a conceptual thing, not something Liu Xiu could potentially handle.

"Calamity Destructive Lotus Bloom!"

Boom!

The lotus instantly bloomed, its petals unfurling like a dark, ethereal flower. The air around it seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself were being torn apart by the sheer power of the technique.

Liu Xiu's hoeyever wasn't afraid of the lotus, with a snap of his hands, he instantly summoned his trump card.

"Infinite killing sword array!"

Boom!

A magnificent glowing circle appeared within the vision, every corner glowing with profound runes. Those runes instantly turned into a sword made out of pure killing intent and rushed forth towards Young Master.

Tianmo's lotus collided with Liu Xiu's arm but he managed to summon a talisman and protect himself in time, however his left arm was conceptually erased from existence.

However, he didn't cry and panicked at the loss of his arm. The hatred within his heart was far more profound than the pain of losing an arm.

"Die!" Liu Xiu shouted, his voice filled with rage and hatred.

Hundreds of swords rushed towards Young Master Tianmo, each one more lethal than the next.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Pfft!

Few swords managed to pierce through the Young Master's body. However, he wasn't healed.

This aura...

Fuck.

The Tang family is back with their Dao-suppressing pagoda.

"It seems the Devil was right under our noses," a cold, detached voice echoed through the air, seemingly coming from all directions at once. "We have been searching for the source of the chaos, and it was here all along."

A figure slowly descended from the sky, its presence radiating an aura of immense power and authority. It the old man, the ancestor of Tang family.

"Devil, you have brought great calamity upon this land. Your existence is a blight upon the natural order. It is time for you to be eradicated."

The old man's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed upon Young Master Tianmo with an unyielding determination, glowing with deep red aura.

Following the old ancestor, hundreds of the Tang family disciples and Heaven-slaughtering demonic sect disciples and elders descended.

Woosh!

Woosh!

Multiple arrays came into existence surrounding the battlefield with mysterious glowing tunes, everyone with the same goal— to kill Young Master Tianmo.

"Devil, you have nowhere to run. Surrender now and face your judgment, or perish in your futile struggle." The old man said, his voice filled with conviction and righteousness.

"Ha! This is your end, your existence is but a joke. I will make sure to slaughter every single one of your family members and feed their souls to the dogs." Liu Xiu said, his voice filled with hatred and malice.

Li Fan, the same guy with three hundred plus IQ, also descended who had previously escaped from the clutch of Elder Gu.

"The probability of you dying here is one hundred percent according to my calculations. There is no escape for you," Li Fan said, his voice filled with confidence and arrogance.

The audacity to trap him?

So what if you can't be simulated! So, what if universe can't calculate you? At the end you are but a speck of dust, that can bleed and die.

However, the slight that everyone expected didn't occoured.

Young Master's Qi wasn't suppressed like last time.