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In the vast expanse of the universe, countless worlds dot the landscape like stars, each extending along a unique world line. And deep within these countless world lines lies a little-known mystery.

——This is the realm of spiritual emptiness.

Only those who are fortunate enough to touch the deep mysteries of the power of law, or extraordinary beings whose strength has already proudly stood at the pinnacle of their own world, can vaguely sense His elusive breath and existence in the dark.

This is a small space filled with dim night light and sparkling with magical lights. The long river of time seems to have lost its meaning of flow here, and the concept of direction has become vague and impossible to find.

However, there is always a place where the starry sky is either flowing like a lively stream or quietly still like a quiet painting. They are like silent historians, silently counting the rise and fall, honor and disgrace, and vicissitudes of life in countless worlds.

Perhaps at some inadvertent moment, when a god happened to look up leisurely in this spiritual realm, he would be surprised to find that a certain light spot that was originally shining with bright stars suddenly became dim.

This means that somewhere far away, there is a world that has reached the end of its destiny, or its world line has naturally ended like a burnt-out candle, or it has collapsed due to some irresistible disaster, leaving behind only endless sighs and unknowns, dissipating in the endless depths of this vast universe.

When a world comes to an end, whether it is due to the depletion of internal resources, the self-destruction of civilization, or the impact of external forces that causes the world to collapse, the Lingxu Realm plays the role of "the energy center of the universe" and will play a buffering role to a certain extent.

It is like a recycling station in the universe, accepting the energy and information left after the collapse of the world. At the same time, the Lingxu Realm will continue to give birth to new worlds in the process of acceptance.

Deep within it, the energy and information recovered from the old world, after a long period of sedimentation and reorganization, may become the seeds of the birth of a new world. It is like a cosmic womb, providing a breeding ground for the birth of new life (a new world).

New worlds gradually take shape under the nourishment of the Spiritual Void Realm, thus ensuring the relative stability of the number of worlds in the universe. Without the Spiritual Void Realm's mechanism for the creation of new worlds, as old worlds continue to disappear, the universe would eventually become desolate, losing its vitality and vigor.

Different worlds have different systems of laws. A small half of the worlds are dominated by the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, some worlds are dominated by the law of fighting spirit, and some worlds are dominated by the law of Shinto, where creatures gain power through faith in gods.

In this space, the subtle auras of the power of laws intertwine. This interweaving is not chaotic, but rather an orderly collision and fusion. In this way, the system of laws in the universe can continuously evolve and improve, avoiding the rigidity of a single law system, thereby maintaining the diversity and dynamic balance of the laws of the universe.

Just as Su Mohui followed the spirit bird into the realm of Lingxu, this long-forgotten memory, like an elf that had been sleeping for thousands of years, was quietly awakened and slowly emerged from the depths of her mind.

The scene was as if this spiritual realm was happily welcoming the return of a long-lost old friend in its own unique way, and the air seemed to be filled with traces of intimacy and familiarity.

The Lingxu Realm seemed to have its own intelligence and perception. When it sensed her arrival, an ancient palace emitting a deep black light suddenly rose from the vast land that was originally filled with many strange shapes and seemed like a dead gray ocean.

In the palace, a deadly atmosphere surged out like a surging tide, and it was like the dull and powerful sound of bells and drums, rumbling. The sound waves rolled, lingering in this vast and boundless spiritual realm for a long time, endlessly, as if never stopping.

At this moment, the mighty beings gathered in the Spiritual Void Realm, like the sharpest stars, instantly and accurately sensed this sudden and drastic change. Those who had been engaged in lively conversation, expressing their opinions, were instantly silenced as if cast under a spell of silence. All their gazes, like sharp arrows, shot in unison towards the direction from which the surging aura came.

Su Mohui and the beautiful woman incarnated as a spirit bird were walking gracefully towards them. Behind them, black light and colorful lights flickered and swayed like brilliant neon lights, complementing each other and dazzling the eyes.

However, in this colorful light and shadow, the dark light behind Su Mohui was like the most mysterious and profound star in the dark night. Its light instantly overshadowed everything around it, appearing even stronger and deeper.

As the saying goes, everything has a soul.

In the crowd, the eyes of several elders met quietly the moment they met Su Mohui's. They understood each other and immediately returned to their normal expressions. A kind smile appeared on their faces and they said in unison: "My dear Su, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are well."

Su Mohui looked in the direction of the voice, and the faces that came into view were both strange and new, yet also seemed familiar as if they had known each other in the past.

Suddenly, a brilliant passage from the Thousand Character Classic emerged from her mind, a sudden enlightenment. She smiled softly and replied, "Seniors, it's been a long time since we last met."

Of all the people, the one closest to Su Mohui was undoubtedly Taoist Master Pingzhang. At this moment, the spiritual energy surging around him was surging. Compared to when he was on the First Continent, the power and strength of his spiritual energy had actually made a qualitative leap, which made people look at him with awe.

The Thousand Character Classic was originally without spirit when it was composed, but what is contained between its lines is a profound meaning as vast and endless as the ocean.

In the long and unceasing history of Daxia, after thousands of years of sedimentation and baptism, and the transmission and study of countless scholars and patriots, its essence is like spring rain, nourishing people's hearts.

As time goes by, it finally gives birth to spiritual meaning naturally without anyone noticing, and then it is reborn and transformed into a mysterious and unique word spirit.

The spirit bird opened her red lips, a smile blooming on her face. Her slender hand gently stroked the dazzling golden feather bead flower on her head, and then she gracefully sat down. After sitting down, she opened her red lips and said, "Everyone, the last person has arrived. Now you can continue your discussion."

After saying this, a very pretty woman with a gorgeous peony crowning her hair tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes gazing at Su Mohui, and asked softly, "Didn't your brother come with you?"