Chapter 1396: Afterword 2: Ancestral Star Beyond the Heavens

Ye Hanjun gazed up at the looming tower before him, his expression vacant.

The structure of this tower was extremely simple; from a distance, it appeared to have only ten floors and barely reached a height of five hundred meters.

However, the closer one got, the more the ancient aura emanating from the tower inspired awe.

It was not until he reached the base of the tower that Ye Hanjun suddenly realized.

In his eyes, the tower soared to a height of ten thousand zhang, and with every inch his gaze traveled upward, the tower grew taller, as if it was impossible to ever see the top.

"Is this the legendary ’One Connected Heaven’?" Ye Hanjun marveled.

In the legends of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, places like the Nine Seas, Eight Mountains, and Seven Abysses were countless.

But when it came to the Three Pools, Two Gates, and One Connected Heaven, related clues were as rare as morning stars.

Especially this "Sky-reaching Spirit Tower," which led Ye Hanjun to seek answers from all gods in vain.

In the end, relying on his status as the Heavenly Tao Pillar, he went through countless hardships to locate it.

This place— strictly speaking, sat at the very edge of the world!

This was an area where divine power could not reach. Without the protection of the world-consciousness, dreaming of peeking at it was futile.

"Big Tadpole, I, Gua, am so excited for this journey!"

GuaGua, transformed into a Scripture Frog on his shoulder, exclaimed with a face full of excitement:

"This is an invitation from the ancestor! The thought of traveling with Them to the Land of Silence is incredibly thrilling!"

"But I am not yet ready for complete transcendence."

Ye Hanjun lightly tapped GuaGua’s belly, speaking calmly:

"According to the Ancient Cleansing Deity, only by choosing transcendence can the Fond Spirit God reach that realm."

"As the Crown Rank of the Human Race, favored by the Chaos Will, I am more cherished by the current great world than the Fond Spirit Clan."

"So, if I only go once, it seems I have the right to return."

"This journey might be rushed and not very enjoyable."

"Enough, enough!"

GuaGua happily shook his head:

"Just seeing the world is enough. I’m not ready for transcendence either!"

"After all, there are so many friends in the real world, planting plants in the Solar Abyss, training birds in the Heavenly Realm, visiting the little rascals in the Realm of Desire... There’s so much fun to be had, I’m overwhelmed!"

"Be careful or future history books might describe you as the ’God of Mischief’."

Ye Hanjun pinched the little guy’s chin, teasing as he tidied himself up and slowly pushed open the door of the tower.

"Creak—"

There was no dust on the door, and it was easy to push open.

Yet Ye Hanjun still sensed that something in the shadows was watching him.

Moreover, a law fluctuating with a tearing sensation loomed over his head, ready to descend at any moment.

"Son of the World, you have arrived."

A plain voice echoed in his soul, like a dragonfly skimming the water, fleeting and momentary.

Ye Hanjun raised his eyebrows, his title had changed again?

Son of the World... What a strange description.

"As you can see, the Sky-reaching Spirit Tower was actually built by us."

"Its sole function is to connect to the outer world, the crossroads of the Enspirited World and the Outer Heaven World."

"Whatever you see or hear later, when you return to the Enspirited World, you must act as if you know nothing, otherwise, you might lose your status as the Heavenly Tao Pillar..."

The plain voice droned on, giving detailed explanations.

Ye Hanjun listened attentively, not missing a single detail, afraid of making a low-level mistake.

"Alright, I’ll let ’River’ come and fetch you. Relax and do not resist."

With those words, hundreds of rune arrays lit up within the empty tower.

In the air, a pair of eyes seemed to open and close. Then, Ye Hanjun saw a stream descend from above, light as ribbon.

It wrapped around his waist and gently lifted him, and in an instant, the surroundings whirled as if carried by the wind.

"Ugh..."

GuaGua, who had mastered Space Magic, felt his stomach churning and his head dizzy.

Ye Hanjun fought against the urge to faint, recalling the words of the Pure God, relaxing his muscles bit by bit and trying to keep his mind in a state of clarity.

After a long time, it seemed like water splashed against his ears.

Ye Hanjun opened his eyes and stood there, dazed.

It was hard to describe what he saw—between the shining stars was a vast, boundless world.

Some areas were extremely spacious, while others were very crowded.

The deep black vortices lined up, leading to unknown places, each exuding a sense of danger, making one uneasy.

"Welcome to the Outer Heaven World, this is the First Battle, we call it the ’Initial Entrance’."

The speaker was right beside him. Ye Hanjun turned his head and saw a stream.

This stream was only a hundred meters wide, yet it coiled around a planet like a thin giant serpent.

Its body was made of light blue currents, and between the urgent tumult, he could hear the sound of thousands of horses galloping.

On closer listening, it seemed like an illusion, as the surroundings were exceptionally quiet, to the point where a pin drop could be heard.

"I am ’River’."

The thin giant serpent hissed, its dark blue eyes scrutinizing Ye Hanjun with great interest:

"Son of the World? Interesting."

"Go on, Pure is waiting for you. As the most legitimate leader of the lower realm Human Race, you have the right to know the celestial secrets."

Ye Hanjun blinked. Before he could speak, a stream of water pushed him from behind, instantly propelling him into a vortex.

"Swoosh!"

When Ye Hanjun opened his eyes again, it felt like a long time had passed, and his soul felt weary.

The surroundings had changed once more; this time, it was pitch black, with no fingers visible.

Ye Hanjun was certain that even his eyes could not see beyond ten meters. This experience, beyond his capacity, was bound to trigger a strong sense of crisis.