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In the fifth figure, upon the throne symbolizing supreme power, sat an emperor. He wore a magnificent robe, the gold-embroidered dragons so lifelike they seemed about to take flight, showcasing his imperial dignity and majesty. His crown tassels hung low, subtly obscuring his cold, stern face, yet unable to conceal the imposing aura emanating from him. The dragons on his robe seemed alive, trembling slightly with the emperor's breath, as if poised to soar into the air at any moment, displaying immense power.

This emperor seemed to hang high above the vast mountains and rivers, overlooking the expansive land beneath his feet. His gaze was indifferent and cold, devoid of any warmth, as if everything in this world, whether bustling towns or impoverished villages, was insignificant in his eyes. His gaze revealed a supreme majesty that made people dare not look him in the eye.

Beneath the throne lay a scene of utter devastation. Countless bones piled high, layer upon layer, seemingly recounting the bloodshed and slaughter of the past. Some of these bones bore witness to battlefield carnage, others to cruel punishments; their lives vanished like ants at the emperor's command. The mountain of bones stood as a testament to history, testifying to the emperor's power and cruelty.

There was no pity or remorse in the emperor's eyes; his heart was filled only with a thirst for power and a desire to control the world. His hands gripped the armrests of the throne tightly, as if proclaiming his dominion over the entire world.

The sixth figure stood proudly in the wilderness, exuding a chilling aura and extraordinary power.

Countless monstrous beasts of various shapes and sizes, their eyes bloodshot, roared fanatically at the figure, their voices shaking the very void. Their roars were filled with awe and submission, as if the figure were the master of their very souls, someone they were willing to sacrifice everything for. The beasts' bodies were covered in hard scales and sharp claws, as if they existed solely to protect that figure.

At the same time, mythical beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, qilin, and kunpeng gathered here. The dragons were enormous, their scales shimmering with a cold luster, and their whiskers caused the wind and clouds to change as they fluttered; the phoenixes were born from fire, with five-colored flames burning fiercely around them, and their cries were clear and melodious, yet contained boundless majesty; the qilin stood on auspicious clouds, its body surrounded by thousands of auspicious rays, and its gentle gaze revealed reverence for that figure; the kunpeng spread its wings and soared high, blotting out the sky and the sun, its wings cutting through the heavens and stirring up gusts of wind.

These mythical beasts surrounded the figure in perfect order, some circling and flying, others standing silently, creating an incredibly magnificent sight. The figure was like the core of heaven and earth, gathering the power of demonic beasts and divine beasts together, as if the entire primordial world was under its control, and any being that dared to offend it would be reduced to ashes before this powerful force.

Then, as his figure slowly merged into the six enormous palace complex, countless energies converged at the center. This energy, like a surging torrent, surged ceaselessly within the palace complex, emitting a deafening roar. Lights of various colors intertwined, forming a magnificent and colorful scene, as if the power of the universe had gathered together in that instant.

Then an even larger palace appeared in the very center of the complex of countless palaces.

The moment this colossal palace, symbolizing the six realms of heaven and earth, appeared, it caused the void to tremble, and endless chaotic energy surged and roared around it. On the outer walls of the palace, six rays of light of different colors flowed endlessly, as if six completely different forces were intertwining and restraining each other.

The eastern wall shimmered with a warm, bluish light, the radiance symbolizing the Way of Heaven. Faint celestial music lingered in the air, as if the rules of Heaven were softly speaking.

It narrates the origin and evolution of the universe; the celestial music seems like a call from the depths of the cosmos, giving one a sense of transcendence. The western walls are shrouded in a cold, eerie white—the aura of the ghostly realm.

Eerie mist seeped from the cracks in the walls, through which one could vaguely see grotesque, distorted faces lingering; those faces seemed to be souls trapped within the walls, struggling in agony, trying to escape this gloomy world.

The southern walls were ablaze with raging fire, the crimson flames almost tangible, a symbol of the animal realm. From the flames came the roars and howls of wild beasts, revealing their savagery and cruelty; the flames seemed like hellfire, capable of devouring everything, instilling an endless sense of fear in all who beheld them.

The northern walls emitted a dim yellow light, the color of humanity. In that light, one could almost see the birth, aging, sickness, and death, the joys and sorrows of all living beings; that light was like a mirror, reflecting human suffering and hope.

Above the palace, a dazzling golden light shone in all directions, a symbol of the Asura realm, exuding a powerful and domineering aura, as if containing endless fighting spirit and slaughter; the golden light was like the radiance of the sun, able to dispel all darkness, but at the same time carrying a destructive power.

The wall below was covered in a deep black, the symbol of the underworld. Countless evil spirits and vengeful souls seemed to lurk within the darkness, emanating a chilling aura. The black wall resembled an endless abyss, deterring anyone from approaching, as if lest they be swallowed by the darkness.

The palace gates, unimaginably tall, were forged from an unknown, mysterious material and carved with lifelike depictions of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. As the gates slowly opened, a powerful suction force emanated from within the palace, seemingly capable of swallowing the entire world. This suction, like a black hole, could draw in all matter and energy, creating an irresistible force. Inside the palace, the space was boundless, with massive stone pillars supporting the dome. Each pillar was engraved with mysterious runes, which resonated with each other, forming a vast array that continuously drew energy from the world around it.

At the very center of the palace stands a massive platform, upon which floats a bead radiating a soft glow. This bead is the very core of the palace, a fusion of the six realms of heaven and earth, the energy source of the entire structure. Around the bead, the six rays of light intertwine to form a colossal vortex, constantly swirling as if nurturing new life and hope. That vortex, seemingly the center of the universe, contains endless mysteries, inspiring a sense of enigmatic power.

Gazing upon the newly renovated Wuji Heavenly Palace, its magnificent and awe-inspiring scenery slowly unfolded before him. The palace complex exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if containing endless cosmic secrets. Mo Xie did not cease his actions; his gaze was deep and focused, radiating an all-encompassing confidence. He slightly raised his hand, and a soft light flashed, revealing a simple and unadorned book that slowly appeared before him.

This seemingly ordinary book, its cover gleaming with a faint light, devoid of any ornate decorations or striking lettering, yet subtly exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if bearing the weight of time and the laws of the universe. Mo Xie gazed at it, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes—a yearning for immense power and an exploration of the unknown mysteries.

Then, Mo Xie slowly extended his right hand, a slender, pale hand that seemed to contain boundless power. With his movement, a vast surge of primordial energy erupted from his palm, like an invisible torrent, spreading towards the book before him and the newly built Wuji Heavenly Palace below. The primordial energy resonated continuously with the book and the new Wuji Heavenly Palace below, causing the entire space to tremble.

In an instant, ripples spread through the void, as if disturbed by this powerful force. The book trembled slightly under the pull of the primordial power, and mysterious runes seemed to flicker between its pages; meanwhile, the palace complex of the Boundless Heavenly Palace shone brightly, each palace like a sleeping behemoth awakened, radiating dazzling light.

The next moment, six figures that blotted out the sky appeared behind Mo Xie. The six figures were imposing, each exuding a heart-palpitating pressure, as if they were rulers from different worlds.

The Eternal Yin-Yang Demon Lord, representing the demonic path, was surrounded by dense black mist. Within the mist, the flow of Yin and Yang energies was faintly visible, one black and one white, intertwining to form a mysterious Tai Chi pattern. His face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes flashing with evil light, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if everything in the world was under his control and could be destroyed at any moment.

The Four Symbols God-King, representing the Heavenly Dao, stood tall and imposing. Behind him, the four divine beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—surrounded him, each radiating a powerful aura. The Azure Dragon coiled to his left, its body shimmering with azure light, its whiskers fluttering, causing the wind and clouds to shift. The White Tiger crouched to his right, its body radiating white light, its eyes revealing majesty and coldness. The Vermilion Bird spread its wings above him, its body engulfed in raging flames, the multicolored flames illuminating the surrounding void. The Black Tortoise coiled below him, a tortoise and snake united, exuding a profound and steady aura. The Four Symbols God-King's gaze was deep, as if he could perceive all the mysteries of the universe and control the workings of the Heavenly Dao.

The Ghostly Sorcerer, representing the path of ghosts, is ethereal and indistinct. Countless vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts entwine his body, emitting mournful howls as if lamenting endless pain and resentment. In his hand he holds a strange staff, engraved with terrifying runes and patterns, exuding a sinister aura. His face is covered in wrinkles, and his eyes reveal evil and greed, as if filled with desire for everything in the world.

The Buddha of Ultimate Bliss, representing Buddhism, has a serene face and wears a golden robe that shimmers with a holy light. A white tuft of light shines between his brows, and his eyes are slightly closed, as if he is contemplating the truth of the universe. Behind him, golden halos radiate outwards, within which the figures of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can be faintly seen, some with hands clasped in prayer, others smiling with flowers in hand, exuding an aura of compassion and wisdom. The presence of the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss seems to dispel all darkness and evil in the world, bringing peace and tranquility.

The Ziwei Heavenly Emperor, representing humanity, wore a magnificent imperial robe and a crown adorned with countless jewels that shone brilliantly. His face was dignified and solemn, his eyes revealing wisdom and decisiveness. Beside him stood a group of celestial officials in magnificent robes, holding various magical implements, standing respectfully behind the Emperor. The Ziwei Heavenly Emperor seemed to be the ruler of the mortal realm, controlling human destiny and maintaining world order.

The Beast God Emperor, representing the Beast Path, possessed a colossal body, exuding a wild aura. His body was covered in hard scales, shimmering with an eerie green light. A pair of enormous horns grew from his head, entwined with mysterious runes. Behind him, countless demonic beasts of various forms gathered, roaring fervently at the Beast God Emperor, seemingly expressing their loyalty and reverence. The Beast God Emperor's gaze was like lightning, sweeping across everything around him, like a king of beasts, ruling over the entire Beast Path world.

Six figures surrounded Mo Xie, seemingly protecting him, yet also transferring their power to him. Within the Wuji Heavenly Palace, the interconnected palace complex instantly erupted with powerful energy fluctuations, like surging waves, one after another, sweeping towards Mo Xie. Then, this powerful energy instantly merged into Mo Xie's body, which acted as a massive container, absorbing all of it.

The powerful energy fluctuations surrounding Mo Xie's body instantly became chaotic, with countless energies surging violently around him. In the void, light flickered, energy overflowed, and a deafening roar resounded. The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the powerful energy impact, and cracks began to appear, revealing dark voids within—like the painful groans of the universe under the impact of this force.

But just moments later, as Mo Xie opened his indifferent eyes, those eyes revealed a detached calm and serenity, as if nothing in the world could stir his emotions anymore. There was no longer any aura emanating from him, as if he had merged with the surrounding space, becoming a part of the universe.

If He Xi and the others hadn't been standing right next to Mo Xie, they wouldn't have been able to sense any fluctuations from him. Most terrifyingly, even when they connected to the celestial computer, they couldn't detect or scan any of Mo Xie's energy! That once incredibly powerful celestial computer seemed to have lost all its functions in front of Mo Xie, unable to detect even the slightest trace of energy from him.

And that book was none other than the Hunyuan Wandao Jue that Mo Xie had previously extracted! After Mo Xie fused the power of the Six Paths and the energy of the Wuji Heavenly Palace, this mysterious book seemed to have completed its mission. It quietly floated in front of Mo Xie, emitting a faint light, as if waiting for Mo Xie to explore its deeper mysteries.