Ninth-level fairy

"Historical records state that the cause of the shattering of the Great Desolation was the splitting of the Heavenly Dao, resulting in the emergence of nine histories. Time and space began to become disordered, and these nine histories began to blend with each other. Shenzhou was completely overturned, spiritual energy dried up, seawater flooded back, and billions of lives were exterminated..."

"The great cultivators of all races, whether they be the demon ancestors, ghost spirits, true dragons, Qilins, the Dao ancestors of the human race, and the immortals, have all begun to search for the cause of the rift in the Heavenly Dao..."

"It turned out that it was powerful cultivators from the ghost and spirit races who, through their sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao, broke open and removed the piece of celestial realm that Nuwa had patched up before the Great Desolation. Since then, the celestial realm has shattered, and the nine sealed ancient histories have broken through that celestial realm. Shenzhou could not withstand this force and began to collapse and shatter. The spiritual energy that had been there for eons flowed out, and the spiritual energy dried up, which meant that the path to cultivation was cut off..."

"What are the nine stages of history?" Du Fang suddenly asked.

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

"That happened when the world was first created. Pangu created the sky, and time and space were shattered into nine parts. Our nine divine continents are one of these parts. The nine parts of history are nine universes. In other words, within the galaxy, the world was broken into nine major worlds and three thousand small worlds!"

"Three thousand small worlds are distributed among these nine universes."

Li Qingshuang was afraid that Du Fang wouldn't understand, "Grandmaster, those nine periods of history don't just refer to the timeline, right?"

"Yes, these nine periods of history are like a thread. The source of this thread is the chaos when Pangu created the world. For billions of years, they have never blended together. The spirit and ghost tribes don't know where they got the ancient artifacts from, which to tear the heaven apart..."

"and after?"

"Later, the Spirit and Ghost races were completely suppressed. A saint emerged from the human race, Emperor Qiu, the Human Emperor. He established the Underworld to exile the cultivators of the Spirit and Ghost races. Then, he borrowed the luck of all races to repair the sky. However, the way of heaven had been broken, and the divine stone for repairing the sky had long since disappeared. Ultimately, he failed..."

"Later, Emperor Qiu of the Human Realm made a great vow, and he sacrificed the top cultivators of all races to forge the 'Nine Palaces Immortal Slaying Sword Formation'. This eternal sword severed the destiny of all races, and nine sections of history were also severed."

Du Fang asked in confusion, "It wasn't repaired today?"

Chang Qingzi nodded, "Yes, for over ten thousand years, the Way of Heaven has always been incomplete..."

"Where is that piece of land? Can I fly there on my sword?"

Chang Qingzi suddenly smiled, as if he had heard something very funny.

"That broken piece of sky is right above the sea..."

Brother Mo from 'Jinghai' came from there.

Chang Qingzi continued, "The reason why our Nine Divine Continents have been able to develop peacefully to this day is because Emperor Qiu devoted his entire life to finding the small worlds scattered across the Divine Continent, building a fairyland, and then blocking that area. Since then, the Divine Continent has developed peacefully and steadily for over ten thousand years..."

A hint of curiosity flashed through Du Fang's mind, and he asked, "Has anyone ever left that broken piece of sky? Is there a vast star field beyond Shenzhou?"

"I don't know. No one has been able to get out of there in ten thousand years!"

"Even a Ninth Realm Great Being can't do it?"

"no……"

Li Qingshuang seemed to have known this history for a long time, but it was the first time Du Fang heard of it.

Is this the history of the Nine Divine Continents?

A strange thought flashed through his mind. He vaguely felt that something was not right with this history, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Chang Qingzi stared at the painting in front of him and said quietly:

"Perhaps, the history of ten thousand years ago was sealed by the Human Emperor in this painting. We can go in..."

"It's just a painting. Can you go in?"

Du Fang rolled his eyes. This Chang Qingzi was so excited that he almost forgot his own abilities. It was a dead painting. How could anyone get in?

Chang Qingzi said quietly, "This peerless divine weapon that severed the destiny of all races and nine sections of history is in this painting."

Du Fang suddenly smiled.

This is an unbelievable and ridiculous thing to hear.

Chang Qingzi said softly: "The ancestors are all wrong. The sword is not in the tomb, but in the painting in the tomb!"

"Then how did you get in to get the sword?" Du Fang was very curious.

"This isn't a difficult task. The Human Emperor's legacy brought you in. The key to a breakthrough must lie in you. Think about it, what secrets are there in you? That secret might be the key."

He looked at Du Fang seriously, as if he was saying something very natural.

Upon hearing this, Du Fang's mind suddenly popped up the image of the evil spirit. Can the blood of the immortal really enter? The blood in his body is the blood of the immortal. This painting must be related to the power of his bloodline.

Du Fang immediately put the painting away, bit his finger, and dripped three drops of blood on it.

Several red lights appeared on the screen and then dimmed.

Du Fang didn't give up and immediately dropped a few more drops on it, but this time there was no reaction at all.

"Did we guess wrong?" Chang Qingzi's heart gradually grew cold.

Loss and dejection instantly enveloped the faces of the two.

They were literally stuck in the drawing.

Chang Qingzi lay powerlessly on the grass, his eyes empty and confused, staring at the night sky above. If the immortal blood in Du Fang's body was not the mechanism to enter the painting.

With his talent and knowledge, he could not think of any other way to get into painting.

Du Fang didn't care at all. He didn't want to enter the painting, nor did he want to take the magic sword. He just wanted to get out, return to Lingxiao Mountain, and sit at the head of his three thousand disciples.

Slowly find out how to use the power of immortal spirits. This is a real death place. Their future may be the same as those predecessors who entered Jianmen before.

Trapped here for life.

The painting was just a dead object, but Chang Qingzi was so obsessed with the sword that he even wanted to take it from the painting.

He began to look for a way out.

In the painting, beyond the thatched cottage on the small island lies an endless expanse of lotus flowers.

The same is true in the real world. The white boat that brought them here disappeared without a trace the moment they landed, and like a lotus, it gathered into a drop of water and merged into the lake.

This is a complete dead end.

Du Fang was so angry that he wanted to explode, but he couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock.

There was no sun or moon in the cave, and no one knew how much time had passed.

The tired Du Fang woke up from his sleep again.

Countless of their thoughts were overturned by reality. They could neither go out nor come in. No matter how far they swam in the water, the lake was endless and they returned to the starting point of the island.

Du Fang even tried to find the disappeared bronze fairy palace.

The fairy palace disappeared, and the hilt of the sword also disappeared. Chang Qingzi's mental state was close to madness, and he wanted to tear up the painting several times.

He was like an idiot, thinking about how to get in every day while holding the picture.

But every time, Du Fang stopped him. Their only hope of getting out was on this painting. If they tore it up, they would be trapped in it for the rest of their lives.