Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

A few minutes before.

Yan Zaizen held in his hand a jet black egg with furrowed brows. He flew slowly in the air with eyes of contemplation. Yri stood beside him, her expression unreadable, but her emotions were clearly foul.

"You could’ve let me rip her apart," Yri said with evident discontent. Yan Zaizen would roll his eyes if he cared. Earlier, she had nearly talked his ear off with complaints about Asenath’s death. At the time, she was experiencing all sorts of emotions, having been forced to kneel unwillingly induced cracks in her Dao.

If it were anybody else with anyone else, perhaps their Dao would shatter and vanish. Luckily, Yan Zaizen had allowed her to view it from the Meteor Ring. This narrowed allowed her to experience relief and therefore, safety.

"At least let me scorch her soul," her complaints were non-stop. Yan Zaizen had an urge to deliver a slap. He had so much to think about, and this woman kept dwelling on such things. She was a Celestial of Time, break heavenly law, go back in time, and kill her yourself!

However, Yan Zaizen wouldn’t say or do those things. He knew that she was only doing so as it conformed with her rather annoying Dao.

Decidedly ignoring her, he inspected his Meteor Ring. Within it was a translucent cube no more than a foot in diameter. A soft, gentle and motherly light emanated from within. This was the All-Immortal Dragon’s Natal Force.

He softly sighed. He stored away the egg and looked at the gloomy, dusky skies. Currently, he had to figure out a way to reach Hell with his own strength. After all, he did not have the compass, and he may not even need it.

Unfortunately, he still needed to figure out the method of travel. Shockingly, the All-Immortal Dragon offered no help. Not that she didn’t want to, but it somehow conflicted with his supposed ’fate’.

So many secrets and mysteries in his life. He was originally just a normal boy, slow and dim-witted, who lived a fairly peaceful albeit disappointing life. Then, like a heavenly shift, the Meteor fell from the sky and Han Genji arrived.

From then on, his life went from one amazing moment to another. He had killed, suffered, loved, and lost. He saw creatures of nightmares, saw worlds large and small, and traveled brilliantly across the realms. A wave of nostalgia surged in his body as he realized that the world was far wider than Meteorite City and the Yan Clan.

"Tao...Bai Lufeng..." he recalled his close friends, a warm smile surfaced on his face. He had missed thousands of years of their lives and then was soon pulled away. It was truly a tragedy, but he knew they were doing well. To him, that’s all that mattered.

"We still have to travel the heavens together!" He recalled promises and dreams.

He gripped his fist tightly, causing the incessant complaints to halt. Yri quieted immediately as she saw Yan Zaizen surge with a glow.

"One day..." As he softly muttered, his body trembled. His eyes shivered like they were in the frozen tundra. An unspeakable sensation roamed his body wildly. It felt disgusting and impure. The only time he felt this was...

The prince?

The orb of jet black that tried to destroy his soul.

He frowned and connected with his body and instincts. A surging wave of unease battered his mind, and he felt a mortal feeling - fight or flight. However, he pushed that urge down and felt the sensation further.

"There’s an object similar to the Prince’s." Saying thus, he grabbed Yri by the waist. She was shocked that Yan Zaizen just brazenly grabbed her body, but then her eyes shifted. A rare form of excitement appeared.

Yan Zaizen didn’t bother with her. He directly stepped forward and penetrated the spatial void. His speed was beyond this world.

"What?! He can travel the spatial void in the Dusk Zone?!" Yri knew that spatial laws were lowered heavily in the Dusk Zone. In fact, it was weaker than some Mortal Laws. This made interacting a thousand, a million times harder. Otherwise, skyships would just shift through the spatial void and not fly through the air.

For someone to break through space, perhaps even a Heavenly Creation Peak Phase expert couldn’t do it. Even the All-Immortal Dragon would find it incredibly difficult. Of course, the All-Immortal Dragon was a Yaoguai’s descendent, so she could definitely pull it off.

Carrying Yri, Yan Zaizen blazed through the spatial void with utter ease. His Heavenly Law enabled such, and he felt no discomfort. He was trying to trace the feeling. He wanted to analyze why and what that sensation originated from.

If he could, perhaps he could get closer to understand this weakness and abolish it. After all, knowing there’s something that makes you weak or weaker than normal never felt good. If his enemies used this at a critical moment, who knew what would happen?

"Oh?" He felt an exceptionally pure aura emerge as he traveled. "Non-Verse’s Purity Law?" His eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"Similar location? No...together?" He upped his speed and the very fabric of space and time seemed to contort and bend to his will. He broke free from the spatial void within the Dusk Zone and entered another zone in a near-instant. A sense of urgency emerged in his eyes.

His reckless movements definitely affected the normal space of the Celestial Origin Grounds, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he caused his Heavenly Shrine to emerge from his body and hover above him. The pyramid structure rotated profoundly, and a pure, unfathomably powerful spacetime energy erupted.

He stepped forward, and a heart-wrenching explosion occurred. Yri felt like she was in a rocket that kept accelerating. If wind existed, her hair and body would be imprinted with wind pressure.

"So fast!" Yri thought.

Yan Zaizen didn’t slow down, traveling through many different zones and regions. Only when his eyes glowed with a pure light did he stop.

"Shit," he abruptly turned around, "I missed it!" He exploded forth backwards. Yri felt like she was being swung about in a chaotic storm at that moment. She nearly blew chunks.

Only after a few more misses did Yan Zaizen finally narrow down the location, but he still couldn’t figure out how far or close. This was until an explosion occurred filled with spacetime and pure energy.

"What?!" He was shocked to recognize the aura of the spacetime energy. Without any hesitation, he sped like a bullet to that area and directly re-entered normal space.

When he arrived, his hand reached out and grabbed a silver object with ease. He felt a bulge on it and realized a pearl had been embedded into it. "A Regalia of the Non-Verse’s Purity Law?" This thought emerged, but he felt relieved.

With this compass, he would find entering Hell to be so much easier.

He couldn’t help but verbalize his excitement, "I finally found it! How lucky."

The pure blinding light did nothing to harm him, but Yri screeched like mad. She immediately ripped open the spatial void and left. Yan Zaizen furrowed his brows as he heard the scream of bloody murder. Luckily they were in the Meadow Zone, and spatial laws were normalized here.

Otherwise, she would’ve been worst off.

Yan Zaizen clenched his fist, and the pure light that emanated outwards were sucked into his palm and turned into a blip of light. With a squeeze, the light vanished.

He was a Non-Entity and controlled the Law of Purity, how could he be scared of this light? However, he couldn’t help but realize that the Law of Purity isn’t just a supportive law to purify energy, flesh, and all things, but could directly be used offensively.

He tabled that for later and looked around. His eyes were drawn to the sword hilt embedded into the stone. When he saw that hilt, his eyes turned into needlepoints!