Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

These dimensional worlds are either complete or incomplete, young or ancient.

Like billions of bubbles floating in the cosmic torrent, they are born, die, collide, intertwine, and drift apart at an unimaginable speed in this crevice and spacetime rift of the Boundary Sea.

Shen Moyan stood frozen on the boat, his mouth dry.

Individual loves and hates, the rise and fall of civilizations, and even the survival of a particular place.

Compared to the mighty torrent of the ocean, everything else seems so insignificant.

An unprecedented sense of desolation welled up in Shen Moyan's heart.

Countless fragmented and chaotic murmurs echoed in my ears, like the wails of thousands of dead souls, or the noise generated by the friction of dimensional laws, trying to penetrate my consciousness and disturb my mind.

Shen Moyan immediately activated the "Scripture of Detachment from All Appearances" to maintain a clear mind and regard all external appearances as illusions.

He stood at the bow of the boat, letting his clothes flutter wildly in the chaotic stream of light.

His emotions quickly subsided, and he calmly gazed at the unpredictable course ahead.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh, his voice like the wind brushing against cold jade, carrying a trace of distant loneliness, whispering amidst the myriad worlds of flowing light:

"I thought that once I reached the top of the mountain, I could look down on the sea of ​​clouds and the world below."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the gray light of the ancient ship, falling once again on those ever-changing dimensional bubbles.

"Only today do I realize that I am but a speck of dust rising and falling in the boundless sands of time."

"..."

The ferryman at the bow glanced at Shen Moyan, who had an unusual expression, then turned back to focus on rowing and ignored him.

Shen Moyan noticed the other person's gaze and also composed himself.

A faint smile flickered across his lips, a smile that seemed both self-deprecating and resigned:

"Seeing all the worlds like autumn leaves, rising and falling in an instant, I realize that all the things of the past were nothing more than a frog in a well talking about the sea, or a summer insect talking about ice."

He gazed at the border sea that spanned the two states.

Here, space and time lose their normal order; once one falls in, even a True Person of the Purple Mansion may be lost forever.

Only these ferrymen who possess the ancient secrets can find relatively safe routes.

The ancient ship appears to drift with the current amidst the bizarre and chaotic currents, but in reality, it is steadily moving forward along a mysterious trajectory.

The ferryman's skeleton was like a statue, with only the embers in its eye sockets occasionally flickering, adjusting its course.

I don't know how much time has passed; it could be a moment or several years.

Amidst the chaotic streaks of light ahead, a steady glimmer of light gradually emerged.

The faint light rapidly expanded, gradually outlining a hazy yet normal landscape.

"Fly to Gwangju..."

Shen Moyan silently recited in his heart, sensing the spiritual energy fluctuations of that world, which were completely different from those of Langya Prefecture.

The ancient ship shuddered slightly, as if breaking through some kind of barrier, completely breaking away from the bizarre and colorful boundary sea, and sailing into a strange body of water shrouded in the hazy morning light.

The spatial turbulence behind them vanished quickly, like a curtain closing.

The ferryman skeleton retracted the pole, turning its back to the passengers once more, silently announcing the end of the journey.

Shen Moyan took a deep breath of the cool morning air of Feiguang Prefecture, feeling the more active spiritual energy within it, and knew that he had successfully left Langya Prefecture, that place of trouble.

He took one last look in the direction he had come from, where only ordinary mountains and sky remained.

At this moment, Shen Moyan was finally able to temporarily step outside the game and had a wider range of options for making moves.

"Very good, the six senses firefly's vision is still intact."

Shen Moyan closed his eyes, changed his perspective, and sensed several clones, as well as Luo Changting's situation.

Although the location is extremely far away, the perception sharing is still effective, as if they are entangled together.

"In just a few days on the ship, a year has passed in Langya Prefecture. It's amazing. It's completely different from the teleportation array. It's indeed a bit backward."

There's even a time difference when crossing the boundary sea; no wonder the Holy Court officials abandoned this old route and switched to teleportation arrays.

The teleportation array arrives almost instantly, so there's no need to worry about the inconvenience caused by the time difference.

"but……"

"The effects of these Six Senses Fireflies are almost heaven-defying," Shen Moyan couldn't help but exclaim. "They can even share perception across states."

"Why would such a wondrous species grow in the Yin-Yang Cave?"

He couldn't help but start to ponder the origin of the fireflies.

The Earth-Listening Treasure, a treasure for sensing, was also discovered in the Yin-Yang Cave.

Both are treasures of the perception type, so it's hard not to connect them.

"Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things."

Shen Moyan's figure flashed, transforming into a faint streak of light, leaving the desolate boundary river crossing and quietly disappearing into the boundless world of Feiguang Prefecture.

…………

Cultivation knows no time; six months later.

Flying to Gwangju, inside a hidden cave.

Shen Moyan sat cross-legged in mid-air, the array patterns of the inter-state teleportation array on the huge imprint stone in front of him emitting a faint glow.

With his eyes closed, he traced lines with his fingertips, and his Azure Sun magic power, like threads, outlined a formation model shrunk tens of thousands of times in front of him.

The model's structure was exquisite, with every line perfectly corresponding to the array pattern imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness and the spatial fluctuations transmitted in real time by his clone in Langya Prefecture.

This was Shen Moyan's next research project.

The transfer between the two states was the most important move in Shen Moyan's chessboard in this lifetime.

"The teleportation array structure simulation has reached 30% similarity, and the spiritual energy circulation simulation is smooth," Shen Moyan thought to himself. "Next, we need to verify the teleportation effect on living beings."

With a thought, he communicated with Shen San, who was far away in Langya Prefecture.

The secret chamber of Yu'e County, Langya Prefecture.

Upon receiving the order from the main body, Shen San immediately took action.

There was also a miniature array model in front of him, but it was more rudimentary. It was mainly used to receive the precise structure transmitted by the main body and to project it into a physical form.

Shen San took a specially made spirit beast bag from his waist. A faint light flashed at the opening of the bag, and a small white mouse with fair fur and darting eyes appeared in his palm.

This is the Treasure-Seeking Rat, which Shen Moyan casually caught at the Cape Merchant Guild before leaving. It was the original owner of the Treasure-Sniffing Nose that Shen Moyan had refined in his previous life, and it was also the little beast that gave Cen Boliang a headache.

It is quite mysterious; although it is only a low-level demon beast, it has a unique perception of treasures.

It also has an innate and keen intuition about the direction of spiritual energy flow and spatial fluctuations, making it an excellent test subject for teleportation arrays.

It can sense subtle changes during transmission, yet its relatively fragile physical body is enough to amplify any unstable factors.

Shen San refined the Six Senses Firefly into its brain so that it could more intuitively experience the effects of the teleportation array.

"Little one, your time has come."

Shen San remained expressionless, forcing out a wisp of pure magical power from his fingertips. Mixing it with the array structure information transmitted from his true self, he carved a tiny teleportation gate in mid-air, large enough for a white mouse to pass through.

The array gate glowed faintly, but its structure was highly consistent with the core of the model that the main body had deduced in Feiguang Prefecture.

Fly to Gwangju, to the place of the Venerable One.

Shen Moyan activated his divine sense with all his might, slightly opening his left eye, the Heavenly Demon Eye, in order to see more clearly the flow of energy at the microscopic level and the subtle distortions in the spatial structure.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Shen San, inject standard units of spiritual power to activate the array gate."

Langya Prefecture, Shen Sanchu.

"Yes." Shen San responded, placing the mountain of spirit stones in the center of the array pattern under the array gate, and precisely channeling standard units of spiritual power into the miniature array gate.

Transcending state lines consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, costing tens of thousands of spirit stones per trip.

The array gate immediately lit up with a soft white light, generating a weak suction force.

The treasure-hunting rat seemed to sense something and squeaked uneasily twice, but under Shen San's magical restraint, it was still thrown into the array gate, its figure instantly swallowed by white light.

Fly to Gwangju, to the place of the Venerable One.

The moment the treasure-hunting rat entered the array gate, the miniature model in front of Shen Moyan's true form began to tremble violently!

The main array patterns, representing spatial stability, flickered with light, especially the core of the array, which was subjected to pressure fluctuations far exceeding expectations.

"The spatial ripple feedback is strong! The coordinates of the receiving point have shifted!" Shen Moyan's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately transmitted the adjustment command to Shen San through his divine sense.

"Immediately adjust spiritual energy output and increase frequency! Quickly!"

Langya Prefecture, Shen Sanchu.

Without hesitation, Shen San instantly adjusted the output of spiritual energy at his fingertips.

At the same time, he stared intently at the tiny teleportation portal, where white light flashed wildly, and the faint, mournful screams of the treasure-hunting rats and the faint sounds of spatial distortion could be heard.

Fly to Gwangju, to the place of the Venerable One.

In the miniature model, the light spot representing the receiving point shook violently before finally stabilizing, but its position was about an inch off from the preset coordinates.

Shen Moyan frowned: "Teleportation completed, but coordinate accuracy error exceeds the limit, and there is no reaction from living organisms..."

Before he finished speaking, a faint light flashed on the receiving array set up in the cave, and the treasure-hunting rat fell out.

Its fur was scorched and curly, its flesh was mangled, and its limbs were unnaturally twisted.

Shen Moyan grabbed the corpse of the treasure-hunting rat from a distance and brought it to his face, carefully scanning it with his divine sense.

"The body's surface space is distorted, the internal organs are squeezed and shaken by the space, the bones are shattered... the soul is annihilated, and the spirit collapses."

He calmly recorded the data: "Transmission successful, but extremely unsafe, and nearly fatal to low-level living creatures."

"The source of the error is currently unknown and requires further extensive experiments."

Shen Moyan casually placed the corpse into the jade box.

Seal it first for easy comparison in future experiments.

"The first live teleportation experiment has ended in failure."

Shen Moyan showed no sign of discouragement; instead, his research interest grew even stronger.

He looked at the vast and intricate array of patterns on the rubbing stone as if he were looking at a treasure trove waiting to be unearthed.

"Shen San, prepare the second batch of test subjects, adjust the array patterns, and we will proceed with the next test immediately."