He had not killed, an ordinary cultivator!
Upon realizing these two facts, True Immortal Hong Fang's expression changed drastically.
This—did it mean that everything before was a misunderstanding?
Was it because of a misunderstanding that he caused the deaths of his four subordinate True Immortals?
If this were true, wouldn't it be too ridiculous, too tragic?
Four half-immortals dead because of a misunderstanding?
True Immortal Hong Fang did not want to become a laughingstock.
True Immortal Hong Fang did not want his anger to be left unvented!
Therefore, he directly asked, "You claim to be an outsider? But since the Nine Realms united, have there been any outsiders?"
"Clearly, there is no such thing as an outsider!"
"Beyond the Nine Realms, there are no other realms..."
Fang Ming listened to these words and sneered, "The void where the Nine Realms reside is merely a part of the complete void."
"What you call the union of the Nine Realms, you believe it to be the unification of all worlds, yet you never considered that in the depths of the distant void, there are other worlds..."
"To view the world from a well is the epitome of ignorance!"
Upon hearing Fang Ming's words, several True Immortals were also horrified.
Were there truly other worlds beyond the Nine Realms, in the more distant void?
"Do you have proof? Otherwise, how can we know this isn't just a fabrication?"
True Immortal Hong Fang stepped forward, questioning Fang Ming.
Fang Ming replied with a cold laugh, "I am fabricating? Heh, you will know if it is fabricated once you witness it yourself!"
Fang Ming immediately activated his world-traveling talent and left this world.
The True Immortals of World Seven only saw Fang Ming's instantaneous departure and sensed a world aura that did not belong to their own at the moment of his departure.
This was not the aura of any of the Nine Realms...
So, there truly were other worlds!
In the depths of the distant void, there were indeed many unimaginable worlds!
As the expressions of the many True Immortals changed drastically, they also gained a new understanding.
Afterward, they never saw Fang Ming's trace again.
In the countless years that followed, the True Immortals no longer resided in the unified world of the Nine Realms. Instead, they ventured into the more distant void to explore other worlds.
But regrettably, they could not explore the more distant void.
The more distant void was already surrounded by fierce void storms.
These were void storms powerful enough to destroy the perfect immortal bodies, immortal power, and immortal primordial spirits of True Immortals.
With only True Immortals, there was no way to venture into the distant void for exploration.
What kind of existence could explore the void?
All the True Immortals could only speculate that True Immortal was not the end. Above True Immortal, there might be another realm.
It was a realm capable of crossing the void storms.
Behind those void storms, there must be more powerful and numerous worlds hidden...
...
Within a grand divine palace.
This was a divine palace that could shock the beings of countless worlds.
For any cultivator within it, they could obliterate multiverse and infinite multiverses with a mere wave of their hand.
Eleven-star and twelve-star cultivators were everywhere.
Even thirteen-star cultivators were very numerous.
Occasionally, one or two fourteen-star cultivators could even be seen.
And within this terrifying Hall of Ten Thousand Realms.
Fang Ming's avatar was playing chess with a thirteen-star cultivator.
The chess pieces contained worlds ranging in size from star systems to infinite multiverses, and even solar systems.
But no matter the size of the chess piece, it was ultimately just a chess piece.
To a thirteen-star cultivator, every piece on the Ten Thousand Realms Chessboard was as insignificant as an ant.
Within the chessboard, there were rules.
Or rather, two thirteen-star cultivators would compete by rules, not by direct combat.
Under such rules.
Even though Fang Ming, as a clone, entered the game, he was still restricted by the chessboard.
After traversing dozens of worlds, when the thirteen-star cultivator opposite the black-clothed woman made her move.
Fang Ming's black piece had been consumed.
The fate of that clone was already evident.
"You win."
Fang Ming said.
Speaking to the black-clothed woman.
It was a normal thing to fail on the first attempt at the Ten Thousand Realms Chessboard.
Fang Ming was not upset.
Instead, he planned to play a few more games, to understand the rules of this chessboard before comprehending the outcome.
There was no rush for this matter.
After all, Fang Ming had plenty of time.
Thus, Fang Ming's avatar began to play chess with the black-clothed woman again.
This game would continue for a very, very long time.
...
Void Sea.
Primordial World.
Divine Realm.
A long time had passed.
The matter of Purple Cloud Academy was long in the past.
Fang Ming had already cultivated to the thirtieth stage of Qi Yuan, and then passed through realms like the Palace Opening Realm and the Supreme Realm.
The cultivation content of the Supreme Realm mainly involved opening three gates to achieve divinity.
When Fang Ming opened the Gate of All Beings, the Gate of Ten Thousand Marvels, and the Gate of Phenomena.
Even within the Divine Realm, he could be called a deity.
His magic power was boundless, capable of destroying heaven and earth.
He could destroy a complete universe and then recreate it.
This power was already terrifying.
What was even more terrifying was that this was the power controlled within the Divine Realm, the only true realm.
In the lower, illusory worlds, this power was even more lawless, almost unimaginable, capable of creating everything and destroying everything.
This was still thirteen-star level power.
But it was the power of the tenth-layer box.
And it was at this very moment that Fang Ming's expression changed, and he finally burst into laughter.
Fang Ming's true self laughed for the first time in his life.
A genuine laugh.
An almost frenzied laugh.
After a long while, he said, "Fumeng, do you feel it?"
Fumeng emerged, looking confused about what he felt, and then was greatly shocked.
She looked at Fang Ming and sensed the loss of a certain destiny.
"Your protagonist's destiny has vanished?"
Fumeng's expression was one of extreme surprise.
Fang Ming laughed maniacally, "That's right. After waiting for so long, what I've waited for is not the loss of your narrative-level ability, but the disappearance of the protagonist's destiny."
"This is a good thing, meaning I won't be immediately descended upon by many ancient saints and directly killed."
"This is a good thing, because I have broken free from the control of the True One Realm."
"More accurately, I have broken free from that person's control."
"From now on, I am truly free."
Fumeng expressed confusion.
But Fang Ming continued, "Fumeng, you are not the true author, merely a character described by the true author, a character at the narrative level."
"The so-called protagonist's destiny, protagonist's fate, in essence, is nothing more than the protagonist of a certain book in the True One Realm."
"Now, that book is nearing its completion, and thus, my protagonist's destiny will also disappear. That true author will no longer interfere with any of my actions."