Chapter 738: Return to Chaos

Su Che looked up at the countless immortal palaces among the white clouds and murmured, “Senior Feng Lin’s immortal palace must be at an extremely high altitude, right?”
“It’s only below the Immortal Sovereign; most Immortal Emperors are at the same level.”
Feng Lin nodded calmly. “If you’re interested, you can go to my immortal palace and rest for a while.”
Of course, this was just a polite gesture. Zong Yi and Lan Ling weren’t tired at all—why rest?
As expected, Zong Yi nodded and said, “After finishing my tasks, I’ll visit Fellow Feng Lin’s place.”
Lan Ling said to Zong Yi, “Old fellow, where’s your immortal palace? I’ll go and destroy it for you.”
“No need to bother. It no longer exists.”
Zong Yi shook his head slowly without further explanation. Clearly, these matters were related to his personal privacy and he didn’t feel comfortable talking about them. His true identity had always remained highly mysterious.
At this time, Su Che was under Lan Ling’s protection. He could sense that the spiritual energy in the Cloud Immortal Realm was extremely dense—thousands of times denser than that in the Earth Immortal Realm—making it ideal for advanced immortals above the Great Luo Golden Immortal level to cultivate here.
But aside from that, he didn’t feel the extremely terrifying spatial pressure rumored to exist here. So he said to Lan Ling, “Let go for a moment. Let me experience the spatial pressure here.”
Zong Yi added, “Normally, an Earth Immortal can only withstand it for ten breaths before being crushed to pieces. I’m curious—how many breaths can you hold?”
“Let’s give it a try,” Su Che replied.
To satisfy his curiosity, Lan Ling slowly removed the protective barrier. Of course, if things went wrong, she would pull him into her arms to protect him…
Boom!
An overwhelming pressure suddenly hit Su Che’s body.
Without even needing flight techniques, the terrifying pressure from all directions pinned him in midair.
This was the spatial pressure of the entire Cloud Immortal Realm. What was even more terrifying was that this pressure had no pattern—sometimes it compressed inward, sometimes it pulled outward, and at other times it twisted in spirals, capable of turning a person into a twisted thread…
Only those at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level or above could endure the spatial characteristics of the Cloud Immortal Realm for a long time.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths… ten breaths…
It was indeed uncomfortable. Su Che endured it silently for over a dozen breaths, thinking that since he had already experienced this feeling, it was enough—he didn’t need to force himself to fight it.

Although his body had long been strengthened to withstand a hundredfold increase in pressure, ten breaths wasn’t a problem at all—he could even hold out for fifteen minutes. Yet, doing such things in front of three Immortal Emperors felt like showing off one’s skills in front of masters, so he planned to hide back in Lan Ling’s arms. But then…

At that moment, a loud bang echoed in his head, startling Su Che. He thought, “Oh no, could my brain have exploded?” Soon after, he felt the spatial pressure around him vanish completely—he could no longer sense it at all.

“What’s going on?”

For a moment, Su Che even thought he had undergone “spiritual ascension,” meaning he had died on the spot, leaving only his soul and essence. Perhaps his body had shattered and disappeared, which was why he couldn’t sense the spatial pressure anymore.

He quickly lowered his head to check, touching his body to confirm that it was intact, with no damage at all.

However, his actions surprised Feng Lin and Zong Yi greatly. After all, someone at the level of a Heavenly Immortal, even in the spatial pressure of the Cloud Immortal Realm, could only hold out for about ten breaths—and even within those ten breaths, they would be completely unable to move, let alone move their fingers or eyes.

Yet this kid kept touching his head and chest, moving his arms effortlessly, showing no signs of being restrained. His movements seemed just as natural as when he was in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Next, the three Immortal Emperors witnessed an even more astonishing sight: Su Che slowly began to float, even gaining the ability to fly…

“What’s going on?”
It wasn’t the three Immortal Emperors who spoke first in confusion, but Su Che himself.

Su Che floated around Lan Ling slowly, muttering, “Where’s the spatial pressure here? I can’t sense it at all.”

Can’t sense it at all?

Feng Lin and Zong Yi exchanged glances, finding this situation truly baffling.

The spatial pressure of the Cloud Immortal Realm hadn’t disappeared at all—it still existed everywhere around them. It was just that as Immortal Emperors, they could easily withstand it. But it was certain that the pressure was indeed there!

“Do you really not feel the spatial pressure here?” Zong Yi asked curiously.

“Yes,” Su Che replied with a nod. “It feels like the universe and stars in the mortal world—completely vacuum-like, light and weightless, with not the slightest bit of external pressure.”

Zong Yi nodded and reminded him, “But it still exists. It hasn’t disappeared. It must be due to something within you.”

“Is there any other example like me?” Su Che asked in a soft voice.
Feng Lin and Zong Yi shook their heads together. “We’ve never heard of it.”
Uh…
Su Che tucked in his neck and buried himself back in Lan Ling’s arms, silently conveying that being too special wasn’t a good thing either—he still needed her protection.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Lan Ling gently stroked the back of his head with a playful smile, as if holding a particularly special infant.
She didn’t mind Su Che’s uniqueness at this moment, as she already knew he was the most extraordinary person in the world. Though he was still very fragile.
Zong Yi’s gaze drifted into the distance, seemingly deep in thought.
Emperor Feng Lin thought to himself, “Well, this is a freak who can revive ancient artifacts. No matter how strange it seems, it’s no longer surprising.”
The four of them fell silent for a while. Su Che looked up at the sky again and asked curiously, “Above the Earthly Immortal Realm is the Cloud Immortal Realm. So, what’s above the Cloud Immortal Realm?”
“Chaos!”
Zong Yi turned back and said in a low voice, “It’s the chaotic realm that remained after the creation of the world, yet hasn’t been transformed into cosmic energy.”
“The chaotic realm?”
Su Che immediately became interested and asked, “Can you take me to the edge of the chaotic realm to take a look?”
“Yes,” Feng Lin nodded. “It’s not far.”
They had come out this time to help him with a task, so this request wasn’t much to ask.
Above the Cloud Immortal Realm was Chaos. The three emperors flew for half an hour before reaching the edge of the chaotic realm.
“This is also the highest point in the entire universe.”
The four of them hovered in the air. Emperor Feng Lin pointed at the gray, unknown realm ahead and above them and said in a low voice, “The chaotic realm is a forbidden zone for all living beings. It has an absolute assimilation effect. Even those with the cultivation of Immortal Lords cannot stay there for long. Moreover, it’s a huge innate maze. Once trapped inside, it’s easy to lose one’s way and never escape.”
At that point, he joked to Zong Yi, “Has my fellow cultivator ever explored the chaotic realm?”
“No!”
Zong Yi replied frankly, “Once, I went in for just a dozen breaths before being scared back. It can’t even be called exploration.”
“Me too.”

Feng Lin said in a deep voice, “I’ve entered once as well. But as soon as I went in, I was stunned by that most primitive, most ancient sense of profoundness. The awe that arose in my heart clearly told me that if I didn’t leave, I would return to its embrace and lose my self forever… like a drop of water returning to the ocean.”
“Return to chaos!”
Zong Yi nodded solemnly. “If there is an end to life in the vast universe, it means returning to chaos once again.”
When returning to chaos, everything disappears until a powerful force emerges from within chaos, creating a new universe once more. This is the theory of the universe’s birth and death accepted by many.
A few even propose another theory: within chaos, there are countless universes, and the one we live in is just one of them. When this universe perishes, another will emerge—endlessly, without beginning or end… Chaos is infinite and supreme.
Who cares!
For Su Che, the feeling at that moment was simply that the realm of chaos evoked a sense of familiarity, because he possessed chaos energy similar to it within himself. It was only similar—his own chaos energy, created together with Lao Hei, was somewhat different from the chaos energy filling this realm.
Su Che was self-aware enough to know that his current strength didn’t allow him to get too close, as he was too insignificant and could easily be assimilated by it. But the other little guy might not be so lucky…
Thinking of this, Su Che summoned Lao Hei, as the little guy was already restless in his dantian, undoubtedly sensing the scent of delicious food—endless food that could never be consumed. For Lao Hei, it was the purest nourishing energy.
Whoosh!
As soon as he appeared, Lao Hei instinctively rushed toward the distant realm of chaos. But strangely, when he reached the edge of chaos, he stopped in a peculiar manner.
Lao Hei slowly turned and gazed at Su Che from afar.
Normally, he had only the instinct to eat, no independent thoughts, knew no fear, and didn’t understand separation.
“Go!”
Su Che sent a thought to him: “You belong there! When you’re truly full and grown, and if you still remember me, come back to find me…”
Whoosh!
The few-inch-tall Lao Hei turned abruptly, grasped his pocket-sized double-edged battle axe, and vanished instantly into the grayish chaos energy, completely disappearing.

Su Che felt a pain in his heart, and the mental connection with Xiao Hei was severed; he could no longer sense his presence. Although he was reluctant to do this, Su Che knew it was the right thing to do. A small hand reached out and touched his stomach a few times, pinching it lightly. Lan Ling asked curiously, “You’re a man, yet you can give birth? Well then, as husband and wife, we’ll leave this task to you…” Not only Lan Ling was curious; Feng Lin and Zong Yi were also silently wondering what kind of creature that little black being was. Why did it feel as though it originated from chaos and should return to chaos? The scene just now was like a domesticated beast—once released back into nature, it should belong to the forests or grasslands, not one’s own backyard. “This young man has quite a few secrets hidden within him…”