Within the Void Fortress stood numerous small cave dwellings, and Dongbo Xueying was assigned one as well—a modest space spanning merely a single mile. For a Chaos Realm expert, such a cramped abode was indeed rare. Yet, this was the very front line against the Destruction Demons, where even those of the Unity Realm were only allotted small courtyards for temporary lodging.
Inside his small cave dwelling, within the meditation chamber, Dongbo Xueying, clad in thick white robes, sat cross-legged. Closing his eyes, he began peering through the tiniest apertures of the void—the microscopic “black mist spheres.” As he gazed into the higher-dimensional world beyond, he immediately noticed countless other apertures connected to his own. Through these, he glimpsed innumerable regions, each growing fainter the farther they were from him.
“The Labyrinth Corridor,” Dongbo Xueying mused. His vision pierced through the final spatial barrier before the Void Fortress, revealing the inner and outer domains, as well as the Labyrinth Corridor—the birthplace of countless Destruction Demons.
“How peculiar.”
In the past, Dongbo Xueying had been too distant from the void’s edge to clearly perceive the Labyrinth Corridor.
Distance magnified errors, even in teleportation. For instance, when Patriarch Sha transported Dongbo Xueying and his companions from the Eastscale Sacred Realm to the Seven Stars Sea Sacred Realm, the deviation from the intended destination—the Tai Void Heavenly Palace—was so vast that even the Demon Ancestor had to fly for half a day through a spatial tunnel to correct it. Such staggering inaccuracies stemmed from the sheer fuzziness of perception at such ranges.
“Compared to that, the Void Fortress is relatively close to the Labyrinth Corridor.” Dongbo Xueying could now faintly discern some of its broader patterns.
To his eyes, the entire Labyrinth Corridor resembled a colossal “honeycomb” embedded within the boundary of the chaotic void. Its countless passages intertwined in unfathomable complexity—some large enough for him to observe, others so minuscule that even a slight misstep could lead to utter disorientation.
“The Labyrinth Corridor must be the most treacherous spatial anomaly in existence. Even Cosmic Deities would lose their way here,” Dongbo Xueying reflected with awe.
“Time to move.”
With a thought, a black-robed figure materialized beside him—hooded, its features indistinct, save for a single horn protruding from its forehead. Venturing into the Labyrinth Corridor demanded utmost caution. His ability to perform ultra-long-range teleportation with an avatar had to remain secret. Even if someone witnessed spatial distortions around him and his subsequent disappearance, they would likely assume his true self had opened a portal to his avatar.
Yet, while fellow cultivators could be deceived, Dongbo Xueying feared the Destruction Demons. If they repeatedly spotted him in multiple critical locations and shared such intelligence among themselves, suspicions would inevitably arise.
He dared not underestimate their cunning. Prudence was paramount on the path of cultivation. Thus, for this mission, he abandoned his usual appearance and altered his aura entirely. As the foremost master of the Illusory Dao, reshaping his presence was child’s play—”turning illusion into reality” was effortless for him.
*Whoosh.*
Space twisted beside him as the black-robed Dongbo Xueying stepped into the distortion and vanished.
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**The Labyrinth Corridor**
The most enigmatic realm of space, the cradle of Destruction Demons. In one of its countless regions…
*Swoosh.*
The black-robed Dongbo Xueying emerged from a wrinkle in space.
“Hmm?”
He surveyed his surroundings, momentarily taken aback. “This place…”
It was a sealed space spanning billions of miles, resembling a twisted fruit with layered membranes. Folds and distortions riddled its interior, making navigation treacherous—one misstep could propel him tens of thousands of miles, while other zones could shred living beings apart.
“A completely enclosed space,” Dongbo Xueying murmured. For others, this teleportation would have been a failure—trapped in an inescapable pocket dimension, they would have no choice but to summon their true selves for another attempt.
“But this sealed space seems to still be evolving.” He could faintly sense its shifting nature. “And its folded structure is remarkably stable.”
Awe washed over him.
Despite being a Chaos Realm Voidwalker and a practitioner of the Ninecloud Emperor’s four supreme techniques, the Labyrinth Corridor—a manifestation of the Primordial Chaos’s supreme laws—left Dongbo Xueying astounded. Even this single, growing pocket dimension was bizarre enough to broaden his understanding of the void.
*This* was true enlightenment.
Without witnessing it firsthand, he could never have imagined such spatial intricacies.
“Best to find a corridor quickly.” His avatar immediately began peering through the fundamental apertures of the void’s black mist spheres. Even within the Labyrinth Corridor, his vision was limited—only his immediate surroundings were clear, with distant regions fading into obscurity.
The Labyrinth Corridor’s suppression of perception surpassed even that of sacred realms.
His range of clear sight was small, but this billion-mile pocket dimension was merely a tiny corner within his discernible scope.
“There—a corridor.” He swiftly spotted his target.
Space twisted.
The black-robed Dongbo Xueying stepped through, reappearing in a distant region where a dazzling, multicolored spatial passage stretched before him.
“The corridor.” He stood upon this undulating pathway, its width varying from hundreds of miles to narrower stretches. Like a serpentine tunnel, it meandered through the Labyrinth Corridor’s depths.
Only by traversing these corridors could one navigate the Labyrinth with relative ease.
The true advantage of ultra-long-range teleportation lay here—within the Labyrinth, his avatar could scout the surroundings effortlessly, pinpointing Destruction Demon nests with far greater efficiency than Cosmic Deities painstakingly combing the corridors. This was why they had once been willing to pay exorbitant prices to enlist the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord’s aid.
*Swish—*
Dongbo Xueying glided along the corridor, each step a short-range teleportation.
“Marvelous. The structure of these spatial pathways is even more profound.” Compared to the evolving pocket dimension, the corridor’s architecture was thousands of times more intricate.
This was no transient formation—it was a fixed, enduring passage.
“A fork ahead.” The corridor split into nine branches, a common occurrence in this maze.
“Space is manipulated like bricks, shaped into permanent channels.” Insights flashed through his mind. The Labyrinth Corridor, as the most extraordinary spatial anomaly, was undoubtedly the ultimate training ground for void comprehension.
In all his years of cultivation, no other spatial phenomenon had matched its uniqueness.
“Hmm?”
While observing normally, he also peered through the black mist spheres’ apertures, seeking deeper mysteries of the Labyrinth’s void—and, of course, hunting for Destruction Demon nests.
“A nest? That… might be one.” After just half an hour of cautious travel, he detected a faint, sinister aura in a distant nook within his discernible range.
“Let’s investigate.”
With only an avatar at stake, he acted boldly, teleporting directly into that ominous crevice.
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