The reason for taking it out again today was because he had a sudden inspiration, thinking of some possibility.

Zhao Sheng stared at the Golden Plate for a long time, just as the reflected face suddenly gave a strange smile, about to recite a rhythm.

At that moment, a complex three-dimensional structure suddenly emerged deep in his eyes, it was the "Thunder" Tao True Text.

As soon as the Tao True Text appeared, it instantly froze the expression on the reflected face, as if it had seen something unimaginable.

In the next moment, the face suddenly shattered, then reappeared as a new face, mumbling an ancient rhythm, long and obscure.

"...Thunder...!"

As the chanting sound rose in the air, another overlapped and intertwined, extremely complex three-dimensional structure appeared in Zhao Sheng's mind.

At a glance, one could find that this new "Thunder" True Text structure was very similar to the "Thunder" text Zhao Sheng comprehended, but in nodes, line directions, and countless details, there were extremely significant differences.

At the same time, Zhao Sheng also started to recite that ancient rhythm.

But halfway through, he was shocked to find he couldn't continue, as the two "Thunder" texts simultaneously appeared in his mind, instantly colliding countless times.

During the collision process, the "Thunder" text Zhao Sheng comprehended gradually absorbed the other one, and in the process of constant collapse and reconstruction, slowly shaped a brand new three-dimensional structure.

Then, a unique and mysterious rhythm sounded in Zhao Sheng's mind, which he instantly fully understood and grasped.

At this moment, the surface of the Golden Plate suddenly rippled with a golden wave, from which a ray of invisible and intangible brilliance flew out and flashed into his body.

In the next second, Zhao Sheng felt his whole body heat up as if a spark lit up in oil, his will blazing up all at once.

The burning fire of will unexpectedly manifested in reality for the first time, looking just like a brilliant and colorful shower of sparks.

At this moment, all the lifeforms within the Hidden Dragon Pavilion and the surrounding ten miles suddenly looked in one direction.

Humans and animals alike showed expressions of indescribable awe, all clearly sensing some indescribable terrifying presence.

"This... this is..." At this time, Chen Dacheng, playing with his great-grandchildren in the mansion, suddenly changed his expression, looking towards the deep part of the Inner Mansion, so shocked he almost couldn't speak.

However, the next moment, that extremely terrifying pulse suddenly vanished out of thin air, leaving Chen Dacheng confused, almost believing he had hallucinated.

...

Half a day later.

Inside the Dao Field, brightness filled the room.

Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, using his finger as a pen, rapidly drawing dense spiral patterns on a square Jade Plate.

As time went on, the Jade Plate was already covered with countless strange patterns, with a faint halo appearing on its surface.

When the last blank space was filled by the space-time spiral pattern, a brand new Orbit Instrument Jade Plate was completed.

Zhao Sheng brushed off the jade powder from his hand, placing the Jade Plate on the ground in front of him, then flipped his hand, a palm-sized, crystal-clear Pocket World Jade appeared.

He placed this jade into the Orbit Instrument's center, then stood tall, solemnly murmuring: "吾䭃爥䙷䁕枍...実鵼澬䬕..."

Soon, an ancient, boundless, mysterious chant resounded in the room, as time passed, strands of pale fog gradually rose from the spiral abyss, eventually forming a barely stable "Vortex" of infinite spirals.

The center of the "Vortex" was dark and deep, but very unstable, as if it could collapse at any moment.

After reciting the last note, Zhao Sheng suddenly had an epiphany: "The number of sacrifices is insufficient, requiring more space-time treasures as offerings."

As this thought arose, Zhao Sheng waved his long sleeve, a Pocket World Jade slipped from his sleeve, dropping into the spiral abyss, instantly shattering into a cloud of dust.

The next second, the space-time vortex abruptly stabilized, and Zhao Sheng instinctively took a step forward, immediately sucked into the vortex passage, his destination unknown.

...…

After a whirlwind, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, surveying his surroundings.

The sight before his eyes was red light surging across the heavens and earth, dark clouds hanging low, a doomsday scene of dust shrouding a vast volcanic landscape.

Above the celestial canopy, within the black clouds, faint blood-red exotic light flickered. Vast volcanoes erupted, with black smoke billowing from their craters, resembling colossal black pillars connecting heaven and earth, joining with the thick clouds.

Scorching crimson magma gushed from the mountain peaks, merging into mighty magma rivers wider than hundreds of feet, flowing from all directions, converging at the foot of mountains into vast magma lakes.

Mysteriously, deep within the ground, a series of immense "rumble" sounds emanated, the land constantly surged violently, cracking open bottomless ravines, or pressing together to form new volcanoes.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng clearly saw in the unstable ground and mountains, one by one, crimson strange flood dragons shaped like worms, but with flood dragon heads and fish scales as thick as giant pythons, continuously flipped over by the rumbling earth, stretching their massive bodies madly, attempting to absorb an unknown essence in the air.

Colossal bodies tens of thousands of feet long entwined relentlessly, writhing in a fervor, yet all suddenly broke apart into countless fragments, reforming into numerous newborn exotic beasts.

The vitality of these crimson strange flood dragons was unimaginably formidable, yet as the magma rivers flowed across the land, they were quickly seared to ashes.

What amazed him was that after the crimson strange flood dragons died, they did not dissipate completely but transformed into clusters of crimson mist rising from the magma lake's surface, quickly condensing into a variety of spiritual ore strange stones, plummeting back towards the lake surface.

Among these spirit materials, Zhao Sheng recognized some very familiar ones, among which the most common were the Fire Element Top-Grade Spirit Stones and the Five Elements Essence.

Zhao Sheng stood on the spot, looking at the extreme apocalyptic scene before him, his heart overwhelmed with shock.

"Could this really be... the Desolate Wall Settlement?" Zhao Sheng licked his dry lips, murmuring in bewilderment.

Before he could finish his thought, a breeze-like voice suddenly sprang up from behind.

Zhao Sheng abruptly turned around, his eyes sharpening.

In mid-air, a narrow vertical slit of light suddenly appeared, the sides of the light slit rippling gently, slowly revealing a new world.

Before him was a ruin of buildings and palaces, the deeper the ruins, the more intact and luxurious the structures revealed.

The most astonishing sight was the towering Heavenly Pillars scattered throughout the ruins, looking closely, those pillars were enormous, entirely grey-white bones.

At that moment, right before Zhao Sheng was a marketplace composed of three broad streets, lined with shops, bustling with people, voices clamoring.

Every street corner and wall was populated with stalls, displaying innumerable treasures and a plethora of unknown curiosities.

"What are you standing there for, come in quickly! Or I won't serve you anymore." An impatient voice suddenly snapped Zhao Sheng out of his daze.

Zhao Sheng quickly flew across the light slit, arriving beside a tall bald man in a green robe.

"I am Bai Mei, how shall I address you, Taoist friend? Surely here is the most astonishing

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