The End of the Earth

From the outside, the palace looked incredibly large. What they didn't expect was that after entering, everyone understood what it meant that within a small space, the universe was boundless.

After entering the palace, every step was like walking hundreds of meters. Everyone seemed to be subject to certain rules. If Xiang San was not careful, he would lose several of his men.

"Commander! What's going on? Why do I feel like I've walked thousands of meters in just a few steps?"

Kalu's trembling voice also reflected the voice of everyone. The Garo demons, who were strengthened by the power of the demon, still felt afraid of this mysterious palace.

Xiang San waved his hand to signal everyone to stop. After walking a few steps, nearly ten Garo demons had disappeared from his side. If they walked any further, the team would be completely reduced to zero members.

Xiang San had anticipated many things that would happen after entering the palace, such as traps, monsters, aliens... The only thing he hadn't expected was this situation. Even with his rich experience, he had no idea what to do.

This was definitely the quietest and most terrifying road he had ever walked in his life. He looked around in shock at the beautiful buildings and pavilions that were created by the magic of nature.

"Could it be that this palace is the residence of the gods..."

Thinking of this, Xiang San shook his head and tried not to let himself fantasize about the Chinese cultivation novels he had read in his youth. How could there be gods in this world?

The theories about ghosts and gods are nothing but self-fantasies created by weak-minded people.

He tried to imply that the place he was standing on was just a beautiful ancient building complex. Although he had only heard of the three worlds of Spirit Skeleton, Azure, and Light, perhaps there were other worlds during the White Flash...

Perhaps that was the time when I came to Earth.

Xiang San pulled himself together and looked at his subordinates who were standing motionless behind him, like they were playing with wooden figures.

Xiang San sighed and said, "I told you not to take a step, not to stay still."

Hearing his words, the Garo Demons breathed a sigh of relief and began to undo the demonization of their heads. Some lit cigarettes, some held toothpicks in their mouths...

Sometimes Xiang San was also puzzled as to why these talented subordinates had such weird little quirks.

He especially couldn't understand the guy holding a toothpick in his mouth. Did he enjoy smoking?

The Garomo who was holding a toothpick in his mouth saw his commander staring at him, with an expression that showed that his subordinate understood, and threw the toothpick box in his hand to Xiang San.

Xiang San instinctively took the toothpick box, looked at the subordinate, and then looked at the toothpick box in his hand.

Well, I was misunderstood.

Xiang San hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a toothpick and threw the toothpick box back to his men.

He also held a toothpick in his mouth and looked up at the dome of the pavilion he was in. The dome was depicted with exquisite human figures and some rare and exotic animals that he could not understand.

Xiang San, who prided himself on having a mind far superior to that of ordinary people and a mind honed by years of living on the edge of a knife, was now completely absorbed by the carved and painted patterns on the dome.

Before he knew it, when he regained consciousness, he was already on the beach of an island.

He instinctively looked up, and the glaring sunlight made him subconsciously block it with his hands.

Hallucination? Not really. The air he breathed, the sound of the waves in his ears, the scorching sun—none of it seemed like an illusion.

Xiang San's face darkened and he turned around suddenly as if he had noticed something.

A figure stood behind him, clad in a shimmering robe, its hems swaying gently in the wind, like the Milky Way cast down upon the earth. The robe shimmered with brilliant light, as if the entire starry sky were worn upon him.

He had a handsome face, a detached air between his brows, and a deep, clear gaze that seemed to penetrate the mysteries of the world. His gentle smile was like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, inspiring admiration. Every gesture exuded a calm and unhurried elegance.

"immortal?"

The other party didn't speak.

"monster?"

The man with extraordinary temperament waved his hand and motioned Xiang San to step forward.

Xiang San wanted to transform into a demon, but there were no demon cells in his body at this time. This shocked him. Could it be that this was not reality?

"This is the small world of the 800th Cave Heaven Blessed Land. Only the soul can enter this place. Your body is still in the side hall of the 800th Palace."

Xiang San didn't quite believe this person's nonsense. Primordial spirit? He didn't know that kind of magic. It couldn't be that he could learn it just because he had read such novels before, right?

and many more?

"Can you hear what I'm thinking?"

The man nodded, still smiling. He seemed peaceful, but Xiang San felt creepy.

"Then how did my spirit get here? Doesn't this ability have to be cultivated?"

"Intelligent creatures are born with the ability to materialize their spirit and consciousness, and it's not just humans.

It’s just that most people are ignorant and have never tried to use their talents.

You are very special, able to enter this blessed land on your own. As the spirit guarding this place, I was unable to detect you.

Xiang San looked around, breathing, gravity, humidity... everything seemed so natural, not like an illusion or signs of human manipulation.

"Are there many special people like me?"

"Not many. So far, only 156,313 intelligent creatures have entered this blessed land."

Xiang San's joy instantly subsided. Being accurate to the single digit didn't seem like nonsense at all, but the word "only" was too disheartening.

"Then why didn't I see those, man?"

"They're already dead, killed by the passage of time. According to Earth time, only four people, including you, have been able to enter this paradise in the past five years, yet they're still alive."

As a spirit, I can monitor this small world, but I cannot interfere with its operation.

So I can only tell you what you want to know, but I can’t do anything for you.”

"Tell me how to get back to reality."

The man asked curiously, "Would you like to know more about this place?"

Xiang San chuckled and said nonchalantly, "This place only makes my hair stand on end and my scalp tingle. If you really want to help me, tell me, how can you walk normally in that ghost place outside that you call the Eight Hundred Palaces?

One step covers hundreds of meters and it feels like traveling through time and space."

The man regained his previous smile and said, "That is the law of the Void Step Divine Ability. The side hall you are in is governed by the law of the Void Step.

Only by understanding the Eight Hundred Palaces can you get the answers you want."

Please enter the urn?

Xiang San sighed helplessly and said, "Then please tell me about it. The secret of the Eight Hundred Palaces?"

The man who claimed to be a spirit began to tell his story.

The Eight Hundred Palaces is one of the backup immortal palaces of an ancient god in the prehistoric world. Even the spirits cannot know the specific name of the god. Each immortal palace has a blessed land and a spirit. For the ancient god, he can create countless spirits at will, so the ant-like existence naturally does not need to know too much.

As far as Ling knew, the eight hundred palaces here were covered by eight laws, namely, Xu Bu, Incarnation, Fate Platform, Sky Peering, Word Spirit, Dharma Image, Plague Evil, and Zhou Shu.

All lives entering the Eight Hundred Palaces need to complete the tricks of the ancient gods and enter the main hall of the Eight Hundred Palaces.

When Xiang Sanduo heard Ling talking about the tricks of the ancient gods, he glanced at him.

The latter smiled and explained to him that under the power of the laws laid down by the ancient gods, each immortal palace has its own tricks, which is what the people on Earth call games.

This is to measure whether the intruding ants are necessary for their existence, and it is also a small means to screen out higher-level species.

Xiang San looked at Ling's harmless smile, his consciousness highly focused. Facing Xiang San's strange look, Ling asked puzzledly: "What's wrong?"

Just from this one sentence, Xiang San understood why this person who claimed to be a spirit could see into his own thoughts.

The spirit that has the ability to monitor the blessed land has a chance to see into people's hearts after his soul enters this place. Coupled with the strange atmosphere and the words of the spirit, Xiang San's awe of this place makes his heart exposed, and he subconsciously does not take any defense.

How could a mortal try to hide his secrets in front of a god? After confirming this, Xiang San became interested in this place.

From entering the Immortal Mansion to the appearance of this spirit, Xiang San had the purest understanding, that is, the rules here cannot directly affect free will.

Just like the side hall under the Xubu rule, as long as you don't take the initiative, the rule will stop working.