Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

"Pinaka, I’ll find you." Yan Zaizen swore to himself. The travel time in the spatial void was exceptional. Currently, he was being led by Dai’Ya, a ninth-floor Heavenly Genesis expert with a space-attributed shrine.

Despite this, Yan Zaizen felt the rate at which they traveled was slow. This made sense. Yan Zaizen comprehended the Imperial Law of Spacetime, his comprehensions into space was far higher than Dai’Ya’s despite their cultivation level difference.

This difference didn’t factor in techniques, however. Yan Zaizen understood that concerning profundity and application of laws he was inferior. Just as Yan Zaizen thought about the spatial barrier that hindered him, Dai’Ya’s silver eyes looked back.

Those eyes were particularly piercing, as if he was looking at Yan Zaizen’s everything. Normally, Yan Zaizen would scoff at this attempt, his heavenly cultivation may be inferior, but he could easily prevent such blatant invasion. Now, he could only narrow his gaze and reveal a dense coldness.

Dai’Ya seemed calm, "You bypassed the barrier?" Dai’Ya was curious how someone like Yan Zaizen had overcome his barrier. Earlier, he had been maintaining the barrier; therefore, he was unable to view the events within, such as Yan Zaizen saving Ezekiel.

The barrier didn’t just require him, but dozens of space-attributed heavenly cultivators in conjunction. Even a Heavenly Creation expert would find it incredibly difficult to near impossible to leave or enter the barrier.

Yet...

Yan Zaizen wasn’t shocked by Dai’Ya’s question, but he wasn’t naive or idiotic to spew his secrets, especially for free. He kept quiet, looking away from Dai’Ya and continuing along.

Dai’Ya furrowed his brows and looked away. If Yan Zaizen felt the need to keep it to himself, then he wasn’t one to force; everyone had secrets.

During this time, Yan Zaizen slowly pondered. "The Fortune Cemetery...Heavenly Origin Grounds...is this where the Heavenly Origin is?" Xiha had given him the True Origin of the Sirius Law in hopes of integrating it into the Heavenly Origin, so he was unsure.

Ezekiel had said a person could only enter once without the compass or likely some tool of equivalent power, so he had questions. However, he didn’t ask Dai’Ya. If he did, its likely Dai’Ya would ask for an exchange of information, and he wasn’t sure that his ability to lie would be sufficient.

At the moment, he felt no desire to offend his guide.

They traveled through the spatial void for three days. With Dai’Ya’s speed, three days was more than enough to travel from border to border of the 17th Heaven, so he felt skeptical. Unfortunately, he was ignorant, so he only analyzed the situation the best he could.

Luckily, thanks to his understanding of space laws, he knew they were traveling in a roundabout way and not in circles. This brought him a hint of relief and questions.

Dai’Ya suddenly stopped. Yan Zaizen halted as well, his eyes flashing silver as he inspected the outside within the spatial void. His brows furrowed. The outside was like a heavenly paradise.

"Was this the center of the 17th Heaven?" As he inquired to himself, he looked towards Dai’Ya.

Dai’Ya clasped his hands and bowed, "1st Heaven, Dai’Ya of Kun’Lun asks for permission to enter." His tone was respectful and solemn, as if he was paying his respects and requesting at the same time.

Yan Zaizen’s eyes lit up, "so he’s from the 1st Heaven? Kun’Lun?" This made sense, at least that he was an outsider. "What adventures have Ezekiel had?" He couldn’t help but envy Ezekiel’s life. He had been to places he could only dream about at the moment and could gather a literal army to storm his enemies. His allies with the willingness to listen and die on his word.

"He’s like those heroes in the stories. His father’s death, his clan’s unfortunate destiny of being driven away from their home, and yet, through it all he thrived." Admiring his belief of Ezekiel’s life, he closed his eyes. "However...there must be many, many close calls. Like three days ago."

Ezekiel had escaped his existence being threatened, devoured, and a hell entity trying to claim his soul. He had a halo of luck that could exceed the heavens. Comparing his life, it didn’t feel as glamorous. His relationships were limited, his experiences were minor, and his luck has always been a little shitty.

For example, being sent to the 7th Heaven by Xiha or losing Pinaka.

"Haaa..." sighing, he refocused his mind.

A voice filled with majesty and awesome might echoed in the spatial void. "For?" The voice only said one word, but it questioned everything and had many meanings.

Dai’Ya pondered, but internally he felt odd. This reaction or question wasn’t a normal one. Yan Zaizen could see from Dai’Ya’s odd reaction that there was some truth in this. Acting as nothing more than a bystander, he watched.

"On behalf of Ezekiel Zatanna Saintora, I am here to send someone to the Gate of Heaven, to enter the Fortune Cemetery." Explaining, Dai’Ya had a solemn expression.

The voice didn’t respond immediately. In truth, it didn’t respond for an entire hour. Dai’Ya remained with his hands clasped, and his body bowed. Yan Zaizen felt odd. If he had to hold that position for a whole hour, it would no doubt create a death grudge. It was humiliating to leave one like this without explanation, or at least allowing them to wait in a neutral stance.

"You are not allowed." The voice responded indifferently.

Dai’Ya was visibly taken aback, his expression darkening as if he was insulted and shocked at the same time. To him, Ezekiel’s name carried immense weight in the 17th Heaven. At least, no one came to help the Crimson Devil Realm during the war, nor did he have trouble bringing two mobile realms and a literal army totaling billions.

Yan Zaizen didn’t understand all this, but he didn’t care. Stepping past Dai’Ya, he spoke, "Ezekiel may have sent me here via a guide, but our relations is over with this. You may return." He coldly sent Dai’Ya off with his words.

Dai’Ya seemed to have sensed something. Looking at Yan Zaizen, he couldn’t help but reveal a hint of praise from his decisiveness. He nodded, saying nothing, he turned back and left. In a second, he had already vanished from sight.

Clasping his hands, "I, Yan Zaizen of 27th Heaven, requests entry." His words were calm without a hint of fear.

"I see." The voice once more resounded in an odd echo, but a circular portion of white in the sea of silver that was the spatial void appeared. Yan Zaizen didn’t hesitate, stepping into the void.

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The Paradise Sword Realm was indeed a paradise. It wasn’t a normal realm, but a single flat land mass that extends for countless miles. It was far larger than the Crimson Devil Realm in its entirety.

The Paradise Sword Realm had three alternating suns, but they circulated in different directions, circling the continent from above and under, but there is never three suns in the sky at any point in time. All three suns were mirror images with very little difference among them, but they were all gigantic.

They also had differing distances to the continent. This enabled the continent to have twelve season cycle, three hot, three warm, three cold. These cycles often changed in odd orders, and they weren’t yearly, but decadal.

It enabled a very diverse growth of plant life and the evolution of organisms. The moon was only one. Unlike the three suns, it only existed above and circled in changing orbits. Despite this, night still occurred because this moon was horrifyingly large!

Regardless of the day or season, a silhouette of the moon could be seen in varying sizes. It was exceptional. At some times, the moon could be directly above, and it feels as if one could literally touch it by jumping.

If the moon was a human in size, then the three suns were bunnies. While the suns hopped, the moon kept watch.

The moon didn’t have any lifeforms on it, being completely empty of all individuals, but it had a faint sharpness to all those with a high enough sense to see. Anyone who saw this would be shocked!

This moon wasn’t a normal moon but a regalia of the heavens that emanated a specific sword concept! Likely, the Paradise Sword Heavenly God’s!

Yan Zaizen exited the circular portal and arrived in mid-air above the continent. This continent was like an immortal realm. It had sky-touching mountains, cascading waterfalls that seemed incredibly pure, greenery so green that it couldn’t be greener, and a dense and relaxing atmosphere.

He took in a deep breath and felt his body seem elevated! With his cultivation base having been reduced, he felt this even more so. "Such thick atmospheric essence! There’s even formless heavenly essence! It would make gathering and condensing Heavenly Law Liquid a hundred times faster!

Looking upwards at the moon, his eyes turned blank.

Suddenly, a figure arrived from the distance. This figure was a young girl with a True Essence Realm cultivation base. She seemed incredibly young, likely fourteen, and her life energy reflected just that!

When she arrived, she saw Yan Zaizen daze and made an awkward expression. A flicker of disdain flashed in her eyes, "Sir."