The two worlds were actually linked together through the boundary wall! Leaving through the sky of the Ruin Realm had brought Pang Jian into the bizarre mist at the bottom of the Thunder Abyss. Pang Jian stared at the lightning crackling around him, stunned. The Divine Court of Thunder continued to draw in bolts of lightning from across the Thunder Abyss and into the Ruin Realm. Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul could sense Yuan Yi and Pang Lin in the Thunder Abyss, as well as his physical body in the Darkcloud Realm. The azure Thunder Dragon, created with the Thunder Pool, also appeared to have developed a will of its own, an awakening of its intelligence. Did I nurture it to life? Or did the God of Wisdom, Fu Ya, awaken it? Even as that thought flashed through his mind, Pang Jian was already pondering another possibility. Did the Ruin Realm, long drifting through the bizarre mist, happen to brush against the Thunder Abyss by pure chance? Or was this no accident at all? Could the Ruin Realm be capable of coming into contact with any of the abysses scattered throughout the bizarre mist? In the Darkcloud Realm, Pang Jian's physical body trembled, his mind shaken to the core. The resonance between him and his Immortal Divine Soul had reestablished itself the moment the latter had left the Ruin Realm and entered the Thunder Abyss. Invisible streams of light and lightning coursed through both minds, enabling the two Pang Jians to exchange everything they had experienced. Mu Qingya was still constructing the teleportation array beneath the silver mirror. Li Wang, Li Zhaotian, and the others were scattered around the octagonal array with looks of anticipation. Those ancient forebears of the human race were legends known far and wide in the Abyss. Just the thought of meeting those mythical seniors left the younger generation of True Gods brimming with excitement. "Master!" Pang Jian called out. Li Zhaotian was watching Mu Qingya's progress with deep interest and casually asking about the cultivation realms of the surviving elders. At Pang Jian's call, he turned his head with a smile. "What is it?" "There's a strange realm within the bizarre mist known as the Ruin Realm. Within it are twenty-four continents and thirty-six stars, each capable of supporting lifeforms of any race. My Immortal Divine Soul has just emerged from the Ruin Realm and entered the Thunder Abyss," Pang Jian explained. "What?" Li Zhaotian exclaimed in astonishment. "There's a mysterious realm hidden within the bizarre mist?" Li Wang, Su Wanrou, Zhu Ji, and even Mu Qingya were all visibly shaken at Pang Jian's words. "That place could serve as a refuge for our human race. A sanctuary of sorts." Even as he spoke, Pang Jian's physical body in the Darkcloud Realm remained connected to his Immortal Divine Soul. The details of his battle against Du Ling, along with his newfound understanding of the Dao of Life, were transmitted to his Immortal Divine Soul without reserve. Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul, wreathed in prismatic light, underwent a purification, embarking upon a path of ascension after receiving the new profound insights into the mysteries of life. Through his blood essence, Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul detected a vast power descending from the upper layer of the Thunder Abyss. It pierced through the crackling lightning and appeared before Pang Jian in the blink of an eye. The wizened old figure of Yuan Yi appeared. Stepping down from his World God Pendant, Yuan Yi descended into the bizarre mist above the boundary wall at the bottom of the Thunder Abyss. He cast his gaze over the wild lightning that continued to converge down toward the depths. Having once possessed the skeletal remains of Pan Di, he knew well that there was only an endless sea of bizarre mist beneath the Thunder Abyss. There was nothing capable of pulling the lightning from the Thunder Abyss down there. A thought occurred to him. "Is the Thunder Pool down in the bizarre mist?" asked Yuan Yi. Pang Jian's attitude had changed greatly since they last met. Unlike before, he no longer cowered with apprehension, instead carrying the aloof indifference of one in a position of power. Yuan Yi, a World God and the leader of the Fey Race within the bizarre mist, was no longer what he used to be. Pang Ling had stripped away most of his vast vitality, leaving his strength a shadow of its former peak. The ancient ape's strength had significantly diminished since the Nether Abyss, while Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul had reached the Transcendent God Realm, placing it on par with a high-ranking God. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovelHub(.)net With the demonic cloak and the Divine Court of Thunder in hand, Pang Jian no longer feared a confrontation with the ancient ape. The Soulstream had also confirmed that Pang Lin was not possessed and had merely awakened her memories. As the ancient ape now served Pang Lin, Pang Jian did not think he would stir up any real trouble. "Your sister—my Lady—has chosen a Dao that cultivates both soul and lightning," Yuan Yi said as he descended. "She needs the Thunder Pool more than you do. Pang Jian, she still treats you as her brother. Why don't you surrender the Thunder Pool to her?" A crimson gleam flickered in the ancient ape's eyes as he reached out to sense Pang Jian's energy fluctuations. A vision of cascading lightning, stars, sun, moon, and towering glaciers appeared within Yuan Yi’s sea of consciousness, wringing a muffled groan from the ancient ape. Someone of Yuan Yi's caliber could instantly discern that the crimson tides, stars, sun, moons, and glaciers were all manifestations of different Heavenly Daos. Shockingly, these Heavenly Daos were all fairly complete. Sensing Pang Jian's state was like looking at a fully-formed world filled with vast vitality, celestial bodies, the five elements, darkness, and even demonic energy. Yuan Yi had a sudden realization. If a monster like Pang Jian could elevate these different Heavenly Daos to their limits, he could one day wield the power to split the heavens, create life from nothing, and give rise to his own race. What realm would one even need to be in to create a new world from their own strength, shape a unique race, and lay out laws from scratch? Exalted God? Sovereign? God King? Yuan Yi's heart raced. "Pang Lin!" Pang Jian called from the bizarre mist at the bottom of the Thunder Abyss. "Do you want to take the Thunder Pool from me?" "No, I have the Nine Heavens Thunder Divine Tree. It's more than enough," Pang Lin replied from the peak of Thunder God Mountain, soft laughter filling the air. "Brother, where did you emerge from?" Yuan Yi had not sensed the peculiarity, but she had. Pang Lin had felt subtle tremors ripple through the Thunder Abyss earlier. Extending her divine sense outward, she had touched upon a boundary wall. With her power, she was typically able to roam freely across worlds, yet this one resisted her presence. Naturally, her curiosity was piqued. After a brief hesitation, Pang Jian answered, "The Ruin Realm." "Realm? Not an abyss?" Pang Lin muttered in surprise. Her radiant figure vanished from the lightning-wreathed mountaintop, appearing before Pang Jian and Yuan Yi in the blink of an eye.