Middle Thousand World.

This is a world that exists beyond the confines of the cosmos.

The Middle Thousand World is assembled from numerous Small Thousand Worlds.

If the Small Thousand World can be likened to a small sphere, then the Middle Thousand World is a collective made up of several such spheres.

It is described as bizarre and kaleidoscopic because the time flow rates and rules of each Small Thousand World are different, creating all kinds of wondrous visuals.

A certain region of the infinite starry sky glimmers with seven-colored light.

Amid the pitch-black night, it resembles a colorful ribbon.

This is the connection point between the Small Thousand World and the Middle Thousand World.

This place is exceedingly dangerous; without the Middle Thousand Heavenly Court, ordinary cultivators cannot venture in and out at will.

It is the result of collisions between rules and time.

The powerful clash of rules from two different worlds generates enough force to tear anything to shreds.

This serves as the demarcation line between the Small Thousand World and the Middle Thousand World.

For ordinary cultivators seeking to transcend this realm, the cost is enormous, and some cultivators consider this process to be tribulation crossing.

The Middle Thousand World is comprised of such pieces pieced together.

Numerous Small Thousand Worlds nourish the existence of one Middle Thousand World.

Deep within the infinite starry sky lies a piece of land.

Heavenly Circle and Earthly Square, the center of the cosmos.

It is the core of the Middle Thousand World and the dwelling place of living beings.

Upon closer inspection, the Middle Thousand World is not a singular piece of land.

It is layered like a cake, with each layer corresponding to the universe of a Small Thousand World.

This is known as "heaven."

According to the theory that turbid energy sinks and clear energy rises, the upper levels are generally the Heavenly Realm, the lower levels are the Yin Realm, and the intermediate areas, neither entirely clear nor turbid, are the Human World.

Moreover, the higher the number of layers, the more advanced the Heavenly Court represented.

This particular world only has three layers, meaning the number of Small Thousand Worlds here is relatively few.

Boom!

At that moment, a seven-colored ribbon erupted with a series of explosions.

It turned out that two factions were battling within one Small Thousand World.

The perspective shifted into the Small Thousand World.

Leading the fray was a white-haired man in a red robe wielding a silver bow.

The man's dharma image was incomparably massive, with neighboring stars reduced to mere specks next to him.

Hou Yi led the people of the Undying Country into combat against a horde of azure-faced, fang-bearing Ghost Generals.

Ghosts filled the mountains and wilderness, densely packed, saturating the void and celestial sphere.

Even after Hou Yi shot down nine stars, he couldn't halt the enemy's offensive.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman wielding an ice mirror, from which beams of chilling frost radiated into the void, freezing miles wherever they touched.

The sheer quantity of ghosts made them extremely formidable, and the murderous aura they carried could easily corrupt spells and Magic Treasures, making them exceedingly troublesome.

Hou Yi led his forces against a hundred billion Ghost Soldiers.

Among the Ghost Soldiers were Wizards employing witchcraft—bloodthirsty and brutal—even killing their own kind.

Sometimes the enemy they slew was a deliberate trap, a spell mechanism intended to bait them into misfortune.

Hou Yi fought an exceptionally grueling battle.

"I can't hold out much longer. You need to go back and summon reinforcements!"

Hou Yi called to Turquoise Pool behind him.

"Alright."

Turquoise Pool didn't waste time on sentimentality and complied immediately.

Just as she prepared to use an array to leave.

Suddenly, the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect closed.

"They actually… intend to fight us to the death?"

Every Middle Thousand Heavenly Court hidden within the Great Thousand World remained veiled, concealing its civilization. Yet, once discovered by another Heavenly Court, conflict was inevitable. None wished for their coordinates to be exposed, lest they transition from hunters to prey.

The most frightening prospect was the unknown number of hunters lurking within the Great Thousand World, silently coveting their realms.

As Hou Yi advanced into a Small Thousand World, he encountered another Heavenly Court faction. The friction quickly escalated, as the opposing side seemed better prepared with superior numbers on their end.

With the connection between the Small Thousand and Middle Thousand Worlds severed, the adversary had employed a Secret Technique to bind the two worlds tightly.

Liken it to two warriors thrust onto a dueling platform; only the death of one could bring resolution.

"Kill!"

Hou Yi drew his bow and unleashed his arrows.

Since gaining insight into Pure Yang, Hou Yi had serendipitously discovered an entirely new Great Dao. The Arrow Dao had evolved into the War Dao.

The strength of this War Dao lies in its ability to disregard the interaction of all other Daos, ignoring relationships between innate and acquired realms.

The combatants clashed furiously within the Small Thousand World, shattering heaven and earth in the process.

It had now escalated into a collision of three Small Thousand Worlds.

These included the Small Thousand World of the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court, an enemy Heavenly Court's realm, and the Heavenly Court of the Witch God Heavenly King—the unfortunate third party caught as prey.

The collision of three worlds spread war across the entire universe, affecting every civilization therein.

The participating life-forms were countless, the silent deep void resounding with a cacophony akin to death.

Every battle carried the weight of an epic.

The life spans of civilizations, dynasties, or even mighty individuals might often unfold within the bounds of this prolonged war.

This was the Heavenly Court War.

The timeline extended endlessly, so much so that people forgot there had ever been peace, coming to believe the world was destined to be like this.

After years of conflict, Hou Yi secured a node in the Witch God World. Both factions leaned on their respective Small Thousand Worlds, using the Witch God World as the primary battleground.

Due to Taoist heritage, the native forces largely sided with the enigmatic faction known as the Yinn Shang Force.

The leader of the Yinn Shang Force was named Emperor Yi.

The Yinn Shang Heavenly Court was highly peculiar, composed only of Zi Family members, while others were enslaved.

The highest Divine General would split their Divine Thought, transforming it into descendants who, upon mastering the rules of heaven and earth, achieving perfection, would ascend to seek a Small Thousand World to serve as their base.

Emperor Yi was the newest Heavenly God of the Yinn Shang.

The two sides fought for countless years, filled with schemes and stratagems, victories and defeats.

"Each side is trapped here, unable to contact their Heavenly Court. It's both perilous and opportune. Let's see who outlasts whom—or perhaps, whose Heavenly Court arrives first."

On Mingchen Star, within the camp, Hou Yi analyzed the current situation.

Their circumstances appeared exceedingly unfavorable, yet the potential reward for victory was immense. The acquisition of two Small Thousand Worlds would substantially fortify their Heavenly Court's foundations.

Chaoge Star.

A middle-aged man wearing a golden floral crown stood before a throng of bowing ghosts and gods.

"The battle results are far from satisfactory. Although the Shang side holds the advantage, the casualties are enormous. Seven hundred years have passed, and we haven't even reached their doorstep."

The ministers lowered their heads.

If this continued, the gap between the two sides would diminish, eventually leading to a desperate final duel.

This was the last scenario the advantaged side wished to witness.

"Emperor, given the current state, swift victory is impossible—unless we receive reinforcements. Otherwise, we must resort to prolonged conflict. The opposing side is also at the end of their tether."

Though Emperor Yi was displeased, he had no choice but to accept this reality.

Shraa!

At that moment, a gale whipped across the star.

All the clouds above the star coalesced into a pitch-black vortex.

At the vortex's center, a blood-red door emerged.

Startled, the crowd rushed out to see a tortoise shell fall from the sky.

"Huh? This is a national sacrificial rite from the Lower Emperor Mortal World. What's happened?"

To think it involved the caliber of a national sacrificial rite.

At the forefront of the formation, a red-haired figure riding a white-striped tiger stepped forward to pick up the tortoise shell.

Reading the inscription upon it, the red-haired figure turned to Emperor Yi and said, "Emperor, it's a request for assistance from King Zishou. Xibo has rebelled and taken over most of the territory."

As the vortex threatened to close.

Emperor Yi acted without hesitation and declared, "This is a golden opportunity. Marquis Shen Witch, go and assist Zishou in unifying the world—then send reinforcements back to us."

"Understood!"

The red-haired figure leaped decisively into the closing vortex without a glance back.

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