Laurel Wreath world was named as such after an cultivator who ascended from that realm, who was famous for wearing laurels wreaths. Compared to other minor realms, it was one where a considerable amount of pre ascension cultivators resided.

Here, in the capital city of Blue Rock kingdom. In a famous building that served royals as well as esteemed cultivators. A place normally buzzing with activity was strangely quiet.

Servers and chefs were still around. Customers were too, even a prince and his concubines. There were even cultivation big shots eating. Yet none dared to make a sound. Only the group of musicians and dancers continued their performance, though even then it was tense.

At a window seat, a large circular table was placed with a large amount of expensive dishes. A total of thirteen seats were positioned around it, each complete with chopsticks and bowls. Yet only one was in use.

Da Hai sat on his lonesome eating his portion. He appeared quiet, did not speak aside from his initial orders. An air that could be interpreted as solidarity hung around him.

No one dared to move out of line as they sensed something profound from the man. Blue Rock kingdom was not a first rate power, merely a third rate power subservient to another dynasty. The highest cultivators might as well not exist in the grand scheme of things.

Shifting footsteps beside Da Hai's seat drew his attention. A pretty young woman in alluring attires gave a shy smile. Da Hai sighed, turning his gaze towards the manager hiding behind a pillar, behind the girl.

As famous as this restaurant is, it was also a high classed brothel properly called, The Flower House. Ladies skilled in literacy, music, and etiquette would normally entertain their guests. This was no different. Even if Da Hai did not request her, the manager no doubt wanted to please him.

He waved her away, and glared at the managers to send the message. Then he sighed, and placed his head in his palms.

"What should we do?" The girl whispered to her manager. She wasn't sure how to handle the esteemed guest. Even the manager was troubled.

"I…well…at least I don't think he wants anything malicious," the manager finally said.

"Oh please you old fool," the owner of the establishment came down from upstairs. "Can't you see the man is grieving? Just let him enjoy his food."

Da Hai was ignoring the conversation. The owner wasn't entirely inaccurate, but she also wasn't accurate. Da Hai was reliving the past to maintain a level of positivity.

He scanned the empty chairs thinking, 'They should be seated.' In his mind, he contoured up images of his disciples, Huoyun, and Wangshu, his family in place of empty air.

In the long journey of the Chaos Sea, he would routinely take breaks. Social interaction was ingrained in all types of living beings, no one truly finds absolute solitude desirable.

But finding large societies in the Chaos Sea was rare, only the odd traveler. It was easier to descend into Chaos Worlds, and experience their mortal realms.

Aside from reliving simpler times, Da Hai was also thinking. The nature of his current lifestyle that he'd grown accustomed to. A far easier topic then weather he could truly call himself 'Da Hai', if anyone was to ask him.

Within the Chaos Sea, a startling amount of them reassembled ancient China. Cultivation was present in every world, even the rare few that wasn't coded to the aesthetic.

Previously, in the days before his 'death'. His travels involved entering unique distortions within the Chaos Sea, mapping the surroundings of the Three Realms, and collecting resources. He had no time to pay attention to Chaos Worlds that were puny in comparison.

Searching for his lost disciple changes a lot of things.

Yet over 80% of the Chaos Worlds Da Hai wandered into resembled ancient Chinese cultivation societies, down to habits and languages. It was amazingly suspicious how they could all develop in such similar ways. The only saving grace was that there didn't seem to be another Chinese mythology out there.

This all coexisted with mythologies he knew from his knowledge of earth. He'd already encountered the creator deity of Australia, one of them at least. And he's also wandered into the ruins of Asgard. And his current destination would take him to the most famous mythology of all, Greece.

But how was it possible? Why was it possible? Did planet earth exist somewhere in the Chaos Sea? Or in the future as a Xianxia novel would say?

The idea that both his own predecessor, and Liu Er were time travellers appeared laughable considering what he knew of how rigid time is under Grand Dao's control.

"Here's your payment," Da Hai said, tossing an entire bag of cultivation resources to the manager. Everyone else stared aghast.

How could anyone waste so much wealth on food, even if it was The Flower House? Even the musicians stopped playing at the waste. The cultivators secretly assigned Da Hai's image to those top class powerhouses about the ascend. As only they could afford to be so careless.

"Ah…ah."

"My compliments to your chef," Da Hai said before leaving. He had left the portions for his imaginary family untouched.

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"Halt!"

Da Hai paused at the call out. Weather it was actual surprise, or curiosity, nobody could tell. Who would confront such an expert in the first place?

A scruffy teenager marched in from the entrance, a scared woman hugging him. The noble guests, and cultivators immediately recognized him as a rising star of the cultivation community.

A young man about sixteen years old, who started cultivation around three years ago. Be surpassed old monsters of the Eminent Celestial realm after killing another rising star, Ye Feng.

He wielded queer martial arts, but was known for embarrassing all his opponent. Even a descender from the upper realm lost. In truth, he was far bigger then a small Blue Rock kingdom.

"Hmph, bullying my sworn sister," he said righteously. "Kicking her and her friends from her own seat. What a heartless scumbag loser. Yours truly will teach an ant like you a lesson."

Da Hai felt killing intent from the teenager. "I told the staff I wanted a large table. That young lady left of her own volition."

"He…he was so scary!" The girl hugging the teenager stammered. Secretly, she eyed the bag Da Hai had tossed. This man was definitely filthy rich.

"I'm not in the mood today," Da Hai informed them. "Just go."

"Trash! Why don't you scram instead. After you leave all your treasures as an apology," the teenager, Lin Fan spat

"As unruly as ever. Oh why did that brat have to come back?" A cultivator lamented. He was instantly slapped over the head by an invisible force, his face smashing his table in two.

"Trash, yours truly forgave you last time only cause your mama begged me in her bed," Lin Fan said to the fallen cultivator. "She was mid as fuck anyway. And you, trash number two. You better cough it up and call me your daddy, else I'll make you eat your shit outta your mouth. "

Da Hai narrowed his eyes. 'Action before worlds eh?' He pushed past Lin Fan, ultimately not caring about some local bully.

Lin Fan was confused, normally people would shout profanities back. He's never been ignored like this, so he was a little unsure how to proceed.

"Fucking piece of shit trash. Your so ugly, even your mama can't love you. Even though she's so fat, she eats countries into poverty."

Da Hai was already leaving the building, angering Lin Fan for the first time since he transmigrated. Unwilling to let Da Hai walk, he attacked with his go to move.

"Monkey Steal Peaches!"

The most devastating martial art in his possession, guaranteed to instantly incapacitate any opponent. Lin Fan's grip headed straight for Da Hai's scrotum.

POW!

Lin Fan was thrown on his rear with a slap on his outstretched hand. A befuddled Da Hai quickly turned angry. He quickly scoffed and turned back around from Lin Fan.

"I'll ignore that based on your age. Try again? And you'll lose your hand," he warned the teenager he now considered a brat. "Who does that?"

Infuriated by the disregard, Lin Fan was triggered beyond belief. His body moved faster than his brain could think. Without planning, he unleashed the attack he used to crush the origin of all men.

"No More Descendants!" This time, his foot moved towards Da Hai's scrotum.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Brother Lin!"

Lin Fan fell on his rear clutching his bleeding stump. His cultivation was not nearly high enough to even be considered a second order celestial lifeform in this Chaos World. What hope did he have to resist Da Hai? Merely someone who act before they could think.

Da Hai was about to walk away when he heard Lin Fan mutter.

"Exchange recovery pill X50." Da Hai force, sensing external energies at work. Almost like a Dao manifesting concepts into reality. Essentially a logical action according to the nature of existence.

"A system," he muttered. Lin Fan regrew his arm instantly and was about to get back up. But by the time he did so, Da Hai had already left the Chaos World.

"That's the seventh one I encountered. Not common, but definitely not rare." It was of no interest to him either way. People like Lin Fan appeared all over the place.

That was the strangest thing too. Liu Er, his own predecessor, and the others throughout the Chaos Sea. Always within a Chaos World, always with the universe assisting them in some strange way.

And it was always through energy from the Chaos Sea. Now that he was at the apex of cultivation, Da Hai observed chaotic energy every time he encountered a transmigrator used their cheat.

Liu Er was the only exception, but he had already gained a Dao. That ape was by no means the norm even among his kind. Their existence as a whole however, made Da Hai even more suspicious.

Why were they everywhere as if they were a natural occurrence. Was planet earth so weak that it'll let its own inhabitants leak out into the Chaos Sea? If so, where was it and what is causing it?

Leaving the local chaotic space, Da Hai continued along the path Yurlunggur indicated to him. While the debate as to the nature of the universe was fascinating, it would go no where if he didn't continue traveling.

"Look at me, pursuing the same path behind my own disciple. Would we meet along the way? I wonder what you're doing Zulong?"

…

Saintly Ghost sect was an orthodoxy that transcended its own Chaos World a hundred cosmic years ago. Their old ancestor, Saintly Ghost patriarch led them to the wider chaos and dominates many regions from their base. Their sect built upon a planetoid in the Chaos Sea that sustained itself from nine artificial suns.

A sect that had since produced many Dao Lords, Dao Venerate, and Dao Paragons, (equivalent to the Three realm's Golden Immortal, Great Unity Golden Immortal, and Delusional Thought Great Unity Golden Immortal) was on the verge of falling.

Their old ancestor, Saintly Ghost patriarch had perished somewhere far away. That event sent ripples through the sect as the patriarch had surpassed Dao Paragon, and reached the Dao Origin. He was an apex individual in the Chaos Sea.

Not long after, the murderers of him attacked the sect. Abominable white winged entities. Their booming voices snuffed out the nine artificial suns over the course of ten days of combat.

"The second ancestor has fallen. The third ancestor is barely holding on," a sect elder urgently reported. His ghost technique was subsequently smashed by his winged foe wielding a flaming sword.

This angel, a Power decapitated the immortal cultivator in one blow.

"SALVATION. AWAITS. ONCE. SIN. IS. PURGED."

The other elders gritted their teeth. One by one, they were cut down. The small Chaos Worlds they kept as personal secret realms were arrested by the Power.

Across the entire sect, numerous Chaos Worlds were taken. World filled with mortals and lesser cultivators who had not touched the Chaos Sea. Pure in a way their tier celestial lifeforms were not. Innocent in that the majority had no form of spiritual cultivation practice.

"The Saintly Ghost sect is finished," the sect master wailed in despair. A Dao Venerable like him had been reduced to a crying mess, an unbelievable sight for others

Before him, the lead angel surrounded by Dominions, Powers, Virtues, and Principalities wrecked havoc on the sacred structures of the sect. Age old pavilions, pagodas, and temples were torn down. Simultaneously, angels of the lowest rank rained down their own structures from their light.

"PURGE. THYSELF. FILTH."

The sect master heard the haunting voice again. It was monotone, yet the experienced man could reasonably overlap hatred into that voice.

"Who did we offend? Who did we offend? The Saintly Ghost sect has always been a sect that kept to itself. Just who did we offend?"

"PURGE. THYSELF. OF. SIN."

The angel got closer, a massive wheel like existence. A Throne that had accompanied the head angel to destroy the Saintly Ghost sect.

"I. SHALL. PURGE. SIN. FROM .THEE. AND. FREE. THEE. FROM. THE. QLIPPOTH."

Fire built up in the Throne's body. This was a power that had incinerated even Dao Paragons.

Suddenly, something huge attacked from below the Throne. A massive set of jaws that entrapped the angel, bloodying its wings and swallowing its flames.

The sect master witnessed, to his horror, as two claws gripped the edge of the building. A creature covered in golden black scales lifted itself, while its nostrils unleashed swirling clouds.

These clouds enveloped numerous angels, restraining their movement. The beast, clearly a demonic beast of some kind, swung his head around with the Throne in his mouth.

Despite this display, the sect master could clearly see it was scared. Half his face was had an ugly burn mark, while a section of his left antler was cut off, leaving a cauterised mark.

"I've seen this image before," the sect master mused. A dragon, as mortal human emperors liked to attribute rainfall to. But he'd assumed these beasts either didn't exist, or had died out before civilisation.

"I. AM. A. TOOL. OF. THE. LORD."

"I. AM. A. TOOL. OF. THE. LORD."

DESTROYING. ME. IS. BLASPHEMY."

The dragon did not listen. He crunched down, deforming the wheel. His teeth dug viciously into the Throne's eyes. An angel that could slaughter Dao Paragons was absolutely helpless.

"Save your pathetic ramblings for the ether," the dragon said in a rumbling, yet strangely authoritative voice. "We sentence you to execution."

The Throne was ablaze, its wings fluttered all over the place. Its feathers fell one by one. The dragon's catfish whiskers wrapped themselves around the wings and begun pulling.

"DESTROYING. ME. IS. BLASPHEMY."

The Throne said, right as its body was crushed and its wings torn. The dragon quickly spat it back out with a burst of lighting, killing the angel.

"You there," the dragon said, as if he were the sole authority in existence. He appeared quite noble, despite his scars. For some reason, the sect master could almost picture a beaded crown on his head.

"We heard your former ancestor encountered, and brought back insight to this sect. We want it. This sovereign is willing to save your sect if you hand it over to us."

A principled exchange. The dragon was not some mindless beast filled with cruelty. The sect master readily agreed.

This a counter attack began.

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