The Gate to the Primordial Celestial Realm

What sort of place was the Primordial Celestial Realm? None among the living—not even the Ancestral Gods—could truly know.

The old farmer clutched the Great Annihilation War Spear, his eyes blazing with light. "If I can open the path to the Celestial Realm, then enduring all these ages will not have been in vain."

All around Xiao Chen and the little white beast were tiny creatures no larger than fingernails—the physical embodiment of powerful laws. The energy within this passage could erupt into chaos at any moment.

"Did we truly open the path to the Celestial Realm?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Hard to say," the old farmer replied, peering uncertainly at the end of the light path.

They continued to rise slowly along the radiant channel. Then a vast sound came from the distant terminus—a voice filled with majesty that tolerated no defiance. It was as if three thousand Buddhas chanted and nine thousand demons growled in unison. The pressure at the end of the path made even the old farmer's expression turn grave. He raised the Great Annihilation War Spear, pointing it at the source above.

"What did Keke's mother leave behind? Did she truly open a road to the Celestial Realm? The authority feels exactly as legend describes—as if it would force all to kneel."

In that moment, the old farmer was overwhelmingly domineering. He thrust his spear upward and bellowed, "Open!"

The weapon, which could pierce worlds and shatter stars, drove its killing intent straight toward the end of the light path. The passage trembled violently, rocking as if it might collapse at any moment.

Then they saw it.

A giant gate stood before them, fully a hundred meters tall, blocking the end of the path. The pressure emanated from it. The gate was tightly shut, and beyond it, a sea of stars glimmered—a vast cosmos condensed into a single shield before the portal. It was a true universe, compressed and sealed before the gate.

The old farmer shuddered. "Is that gate truly the entrance to the Primordial Celestial Realm? But how can this be?" He seemed unable to believe his eyes. "The Celestial Realm is ethereal and unfathomable—how could a real gate connect to the Nine Provinces?"

He snatched the wooden box from the little white beast, turning it over and over, which earned him a fierce glare from the beast as she muttered discontentedly. But the box would only open a crack and could not be fully unsealed.

"No matter what it leads to, let me break open that gate!" The old farmer raised the Great Annihilation War Spear, ready to pierce through the giant portal.

But as he lifted the weapon, the sound came again from within the gate—Buddhas chanting, demons growling. The pressure weighed down the nine heavens. The gate rippled with faint light, and the starry expanse before it began to shatter. One star after another turned to ash, blooming like fleeting fireworks, beautiful and brief.

"Those are real stars!" The old farmer did not unleash his ultimate attack. With a solemn expression, he regarded the great gate. "A whole expanse of heaven and earth is needed to guard this portal!"

A true universe, condensed before the gate—was this truly the road to the Celestial Realm? Xiao Chen almost believed it.

"Stand back. Let me spend the last of my strength."

In that moment, the old farmer's bearing underwent a complete transformation. Gone was the simple rustic air; he became like an unsheathed divine sword, his entire being merging with the Great Annihilation War Spear.

He spoke each syllable with weight: "Great—Anni—hi—la—tion!"

Across the broken star field, the war spear pointed at the gate. The killing intent shook heaven and earth. Nothing could stop this earth-shaking strike. The spear that could annihilate a universe had gathered power that even Ancestral Gods dared not challenge—more fierce and majestic than when he fought Li Huiyou, utterly dominating heaven and earth.

The stars trembled, and in an instant, vast regions of the starry sky went dark as countless stars crumbled to nothing.

A tangible spear of killing intent condensed before the gate, crossing the shattered cosmos, and then crashed into it with overwhelming force—Boom!

The gate was truly pierced.

Starting from the point of penetration, cracks spread across the hundred-meter gate. With a thunderous rumble, the entire portal collapsed. The old farmer had opened this mysterious gate.