"A major upheaval has occurred in the Spirit Realm!"
This news spread rapidly through the extraordinary community.
At that moment, in the headquarters of the Secret Regulation Bureau, four vice directors were in a meeting discussing the eighty-four thousand extraordinary crows hovering over Great City when they received news of the upheaval in the Spirit Realm.
Without hesitation, Zhu Gaolou, the first vice director, who stood at the level of a Celestial Messenger, spoke decisively:
"Shall we go take a look?"
The second vice director, Wu Mengling, nodded:
"Sure, let's go together."
The four vice directors exchanged glances, casually tore open a portal to the Spirit Realm, and entered. Upon arriving, their eyes were immediately drawn to the horrifying scene above!
"What… what is that?" one of the relatively younger vice directors stammered.
They saw pure white mist enveloping the sky as a massive figure lay within it, surrounded by countless terrifying phantoms!
"Nine-headed hellhounds, war dragons, void squids," Zhu Gaolou murmured, unable to suppress a gulp.
The huge phantoms gliding through the pure white mist were each super beings from various dimensions, ancestors of extraordinary races!
There were also seven unknown phantoms, enormous beyond comprehension, inducing feelings of fear and submission, with signs of mental distortion.
"No way…"
Wu Mengling suddenly trembled, her voice coming out in a dreamlike tone. Zhu Gaolou turned to ask:
"What's wrong?"
Wu Mengling didn't speak; her face was contorted from immense shock.
She saw, within that pure white mist, around the massive, horizontal figure, shadows of colossal ancient artifacts rising and falling—
like a blurred staff, a single lens hundreds of meters wide, a phantasmal large mirror, a great bell, and even…
a familiar hand-held bell.
Cold sweat dripped down Wu Mengling's back. Although it was magnified countless times and appeared extremely vague in the pure white mist,
she still recognized it as her hand-held bell from the past.
Why is it here in this pure white mist that spans nine great dimensions??
The answer was clear.
The other two vice directors noticed Wu Mengling's anomaly and asked with concern, but this elderly woman merely shook her head in madness, hearing dozens of overlapping screams within her mind.
"Don't mention it! Don't mention it! Don't mention it!"
Wu Mengling collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, her eyes reflecting deep fear.
Zhu Gaolou suddenly looked up:
"Wait… look!"
In the sky, the pure white mist underwent another change, with overlapping extraordinary dimensions increasing; the tenth dimension flickered into view.
Extraordinary dimensions total only nine.
Where did this tenth dimension come from?
As the tenth dimension appeared, accompanied by a whirlpool of chaotic colors, the nine dimensions trembled, stirring up a great storm!
This was a storm born from the fear of the lords of the dimensions!
The sky of the Spirit Realm suddenly twisted, tore, and shattered, revealing a colossal fist imbued with the sound of the world's extinction, striking from beyond the Spirit Realm!
This was just the beginning.
Nine giant hands simultaneously pressed into the Spirit Realm, descending upon the pure white mist, shaking the entire Spirit Realm, tearing the ground apart, and causing terrifying tidal waves.
Gods were descending in fury.
In the small room, separated from reality,
Chen Xiang had been shattered and reforged countless times. Ten pure white portals stood at the ten directions of the pool.
He had turned the needles of the nine compasses countless times, nearly breaking into the extraordinary but ultimately unable to suppress himself, forced to banish the part of himself about to enter the extraordinary into the thirteenth hour.
From then on, in the time beyond the lost hour, he would remain at the brink of entering the extraordinary.
He didn't know how long had passed.
With great effort, Chen Xiang opened his eyes amidst the blurry mist, seeing the vast Spirit Realm, the indescribable lost lands, the black flames of the abyss, and the hell filled with souls.
He also saw himself.
Another self, lost in dreams.
Both were within the mist!!
"At the moment of dimensional overlap…"
"The ritual is nearing completion."
Chen Xiang whispered to himself, as the ten pure white portals briefly overlapped the subspace and nine dimensions with the small room!
He felt exhausted; his body was undergoing violent transformations, with profound mysteries lingering in his flesh and bones.
Chen Xiang fell asleep again, only to wake up in a dream.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw above him a ball of pure white mist slowly floating, with a small figure lying within.
That should be him.
Chen Xiang felt a strange sensation, observing his sleeping real self in the dream.
But why was it so small?
The area covered by the pure white mist was roughly equivalent to more than half of the lying figure in the mist; it was incredibly tiny—if one didn't look closely, they might not even notice it.
And those phantoms floating around his miniature self—what were they?
The nine-headed hellhounds and war dragons were understandable, as they were reflections of extraordinary materials, but what about the shadows of those colossal ancient artifacts? Why were they manifesting as well?
"Mother!"
A cheerful voice came running in:
"You're awake again!"
Chen Xiang patted the excited head of the little one, frowning slightly as he looked at the small mist above. He pouted, "So tiny… wait!"
He suddenly realized, recalling the recordings of the altar incident; in reality, even the spatial rifts thousands of meters high couldn't contain even one of his eyes from the dream!
In the dream, he was enormous.
If calculated proportionally, then this ball of mist…
Chen Xiang gasped, quickly asking the little one:
"Dai, can you see any information from that mist?"
Dai shook his head, a puzzled expression on his face:
"The information flow is too chaotic; it clearly exists, but I can't fully comprehend it, as if I'm gazing at you. I'm sorry, Mother."
"It's okay." Chen Xiang sighed in relief. Since Dai couldn't discern the pure white mist, the gods should also be unable to do so.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
After a pause, he continued:
"Dai, can you squeeze into that pure white mist?"
"No," Dai shook his head simply, saying, "Mother, we can't fly."
Chen Xiang was at a loss for words. The mist wasn't that high; he could easily toss the little ones into it with a strong throw,
but he didn't attempt it—who knew what would happen?
Perhaps the little ones might descend into the dimensional overlap, but it would be meaningless; Chen Xiang was more worried that they might crush the real him!
A moment later, just as Chen Xiang was about to say something, a strange change occurred above him. The pure white mist began to roll wildly, and nine cute little fists emerged, slowly striking towards his sleeping real self.
Chen Xiang was stunned, then snapped back to his senses, eyes wide in anger:
"Are you hitting me right in front of me?"
He quickly scanned his surroundings, picked up a stone from the ground, aimed, pulled back, and threw!
The stone traced a graceful arc and hit one of the cute little fists squarely.
That fist exploded, and the remaining eight little fists hurriedly withdrew.
"So fragile?"
Chen Xiang was taken aback, feeling a mix of laughter and tears, his anxiety easing.
Were they as weak as paper?
He shook his head, noticing the bone and blood from the shattered fist falling onto the real self in the mist.
Divine blood rained down, and the nine dimensions fell into a profound silence.
"What is that…"
Lu Saleng's gaze pierced through the dimensional barriers, observing the scene in the Spirit Realm, his voice trembling.
The nine Outer Gods had acted, yet he could see a colossal meteorite suddenly appearing, shattering one of the Outer Gods' hands!
That was an Outer God!
Divine blood fell upon the 'Lord of Pure White' in the mist, and Lu Saleng's breath quickened. What truly alarmed him wasn't this,
but the staff, single lens, and clock beside the 'Lord of Pure White'.
He recognized them.
The mentor's staff, the mentor's glasses, and the Clock of Cosmic Silence.
In other words,
the 'Lord of Pure White', bathing in the blood of the Outer Gods at the peak of the nine dimensions, was… the mentor!
Lu Saleng felt he had envisioned his mentor as terrifying enough, but the scene before him…
"Mentor, who are you really?"
He instinctively bowed his head towards the 'Lord of Pure White' in the mist.
After a long while, he turned his gaze back to the distant horrific legends, a manic expression appearing on his face.
"The mentor is enough to support the Old Council."
"I have no more worries."
"Want to come? Come!"
Lu Saleng raised the small wooden box containing the Twilight relic high.
In the capital of the White Star Kingdom,
"It's the mentor…"
The Grand Pope in the Hall of Thoughts felt a chill in his limbs, awe filling his eyes as he respectfully bowed his head.
He murmured:
"Blood of the Outer Gods spills, the mentor manifests as the Lord of Pure White. Is he the Keeper of the Lost Hours? No, he must be the successor?"
"What is the mentor planning?"
The Grand Pope took a deep breath.
In the Eastern Hong Kingdom's imperial palace,
The monarch breathed rapidly, gazing at the magnificent scene of divine blood floating in the Spirit Realm, staring at the pure white lord who bathed in divine blood and still slept.
"Mentor…"
The monarch felt a bit breathless, slightly bowing his head.
"His power surpasses my imagination."
"Is he another trump card of the Ruler? Or…"
The monarch struggled to calm his rapid breath, standing dazed for a long time before summoning an elder:
"I've heard that Shun has awakened in Great City. Send my order for him to bring Little Seven back immediately, and let my other children return as well!"
The elder nodded respectfully, cautiously saying:
"Gathering the seven princes might lead to great disputes."
"Let them all come back," the monarch's voice remained low. "The Outer Gods have been wounded, the Lord of Pure White has appeared, and a great upheaval is coming."
The dream awakened.
When Chen Xiang opened his eyes, the water in the pool had dried up, the mist dissipated, and the pure white portals had vanished.
He cautiously stood up from the pool, looking at his hands.
"I can feel it…"
"My power is limitless."
Chen Xiang silently felt the vast power within him; he was still an extraordinary being, yet he had not entered the realm of the truly extraordinary, but… did it matter?
His pure physique was at least a hundred times stronger than before!
No, a thousand times!!
Moreover, numerous profound dimensional traits seemed to be burgeoning within him!
He sensed a subtle connection between himself, the nine dimensions, and even the subspace,
as if he could borrow power from the various dimensions.
Though in perception, the power he could borrow was exceedingly weak and small, it was… undeniably real!
Chen Xiang focused his mind, slowly stepping out of the pool onto the floor.
The floor cracked, the room was in disarray, the glass of the entire building shattered, and under the violent tremors, the steel twisted and broke, the load-bearing columns filled with cracks, and the foundation sank.
Amidst countless gasps,
the building tilted dangerously, on the verge of collapse.
Chen Xiang's other foot, just raised and about to land, froze in mid-air.
"Holy crap?"