Chapter 1204: The Nine Realms (1)
Wu Yuan's ether body soared upward. The vast, endless celestial body beneath his feet was in fact an irregularly shaped mass forged entirely of an azure-hued metal.
Upon careful inspection, the irregular celestial body beneath his feet contained not a single trace of impurity.
With a thunderous boom, Wu Yuan suddenly extended his hand, his palm swelling to an enormous size before slamming down onto the surface of the celestial body. A tremendous collision reverberated, causing the entire mass to tremble imperceptibly. Yet not even the faintest mark was left behind.
It seems the legends were true. Wu Yuan mused in silent awe. The countless irregular celestial bodies orbiting the Azure Saint Tomb are actually minute fragments of the tower, scattered when that fissure was created.
The celestial body beneath his feet spanned at least several tens of millions of li in diameter. And there were millions upon millions of similar ones scattered throughout this expanse of the void, mere flecks that had fallen from the Azure Saint Tomb's surface? The very thought was staggering.
According to the intelligence from Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu, even True Saints cannot leave the slightest imprint on these irregular celestial bodies. It takes tens of thousands of all-out attacks from Dao Zenithels to cause even the slightest deformation. Wu Yuan shook his head slightly.
Even high-grade Xiantian artifacts would shatter under such a ferocious barrage from Dao Zenithels. Without a doubt, as far as the eye could see, all of these irregular celestial bodies—all of this azure-hued metal—was invaluable treasure beyond compare.
A pity no one can take them. Wu Yuan mused inwardly. Not even Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu and the others can remove it.
Under the influence of invisible laws, they were immovable. No one, no matter how powerful, could change that fact.
Could the creator of this Azure Saint Tomb truly be one of the legendary fifth-step Eternals? The thought surfaced unbidden in Wu Yuan's mind.
Hearsay was unreliable; seeing was believing. Even before entering the Azure Saint Tomb, based solely on what he had witnessed externally, Wu Yuan found himself entertaining the notion that there must exist a level beyond that of the Dao Zenithels. How else could one explain the myriad mysteries of this vast cosmic sea?
With a deep breath, Wu Yuan steadied his racing thoughts and continued his flight towards the Azure Saint Tomb.