I Can Traverse Multiple Worlds

’Mystery of mysteries, the Door of All Wonders.’

An ethereal, ancient, and insubstantial voice suddenly echoed beside Wang Xiao’s ear.

The voice seemed to possess a kind of Magic Power, causing Wang Xiao’s Heart Spirit to falter for an instant.

Li Tianhe glanced at Wang Xiao and said,

"Brother Wang, you heard that voice too, right? It’s extremely unique."

"That’s the sound the treasure makes."

"However, to this day, no one knows what this voice means."

"Our control over Reincarnation in the Underworld relies entirely on the Book of Life and Death and the Reincarnation Pool, both of which are connected to this treasure."

"The former records all information on every living being on an entire continent, including their Cultivation, lifespan, and life events."

"The latter can cleanse the imprints upon a soul, allowing it to re-enter Reincarnation and be reborn."

Wang Xiao nodded slightly, his Divine Thought abruptly sweeping outward.

In an instant, the entire Underworld came into his view.

This Underworld was vast, its size nearly comparable to that of an entire continent.

It had eighteen layers in total.

A Hall Master presided over each layer.

Vast numbers of Yin Soldiers and Generals were also stationed throughout, preventing the souls who entered the Underworld from escaping.

Aside from them, a steady stream of Yin Souls entered the Underworld through a special process.

Then, based on their deeds in life, these Yin Souls would enter one of the layers of Hell to receive punishment.

After their punishment, they could enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation to be reborn.

Ever since the gods brought about Creation in Ancient Times, the Underworld has always operated in this manner.

However, Wang Xiao’s Divine Thought perceived no trace of the Treasure Fragment.

He wasn’t surprised.

Many treasures could not be perceived by Divine Thought alone.

In fact, sometimes you couldn’t see them even if they were right in front of you!

This was one of the unique aspects of high-tier treasures.

"Where is the treasure kept? Let’s go there directly," Wang Xiao said.

"Alright. Brother Wang, follow me. The treasure is located beneath the Eighteen Layers of Hell; it is the core of the entire Underworld’s operations. Usually, when living beings die, the treasure’s power is what draws their Wandering Souls here."

"Only powerful Cultivators who do not enter the cycle of Reincarnation after death require the likes of Black and White Impermanence to personally escort them to the Underworld!"

With a flash, Li Tianhe’s figure shot downward, leading Wang Xiao.

Along the way, waves of sinister, cold energy washed over them.

There were also countless Wandering Souls, swarming into the Underworld from every direction like ants.

The entire Underworld was shaped like a spiral, flanked on both sides by rugged mountain paths.

In the center were various phenomena, like mountains of blades and seas of fire.

Li Tianhe activated the Book of Life and Death in his hand, and innumerable black runes swirled out to envelop Wang Xiao.

Wrapped within the black runes, Wang Xiao moved forward as if by Instant Teleportation.

He crossed a distance of several light-years in what felt like a single breath!

Wang Xiao had already analyzed the Book of Life and Death; it was merely a Curiosity.

However, it retained traces of a special aura, which must have come from the treasure in the Underworld.

That was how it gained its new ability: to record all information on every living being within the Underworld’s domain.

This ability alone was enough to fill Wang Xiao with anticipation.

After all—

With his current abilities, even if he used his Divine Thought to envelop all life within ten light-years, he wouldn’t necessarily be able to read all of their information.

Doing so would require an exceptionally resilient Divine Soul True Spirit; otherwise, one’s consciousness could be warped by the sheer volume of complex information.

Before long, Wang Xiao had followed Li Tianhe to a place beneath the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Here lay a vast pool of magma.

Across the entire magma pool, bubbles constantly rose and burst, unleashing endless gases.

These gases radiated extreme heat and all sorts of strange energies.

Even someone at the Fate-Knowing Realm would be unable to stay here for long.

"The treasure is beneath this magma pool."

Li Tianhe held the Book of Life and Death, chanted an incantation, and formed a hand Seal.

VMMM!

In an instant, countless black runes surged forth like a tide, plunging into the magma pool and disappearing without a trace.

The next moment.

BLUB BLUB BLUB—

A series of bubbles rose from the magma pool in quick succession.

Then, a piece of black wood floated up from the magma pool.

This black wood looked utterly unremarkable. At first glance, one might mistake it for a piece of rotten wood.

It was covered in black mold, which almost completely obscured its original form.

However, anyone would know that a piece of wood that could remain unharmed in such intense heat was by no means an ordinary item.

The moment this black wood appeared, that insubstantial, ethereal, and profound voice once again echoed beside Wang Xiao’s ear.

The voice seemed to traverse the ages, as if it had echoed unchanging through eternity.

"This is the treasure left behind from when the gods brought about Creation in Ancient Times. My father, the emperor, spent nearly a hundred thousand years studying it and still couldn’t figure out what it was for!"

Li Tianhe said.

’He knew that this piece of rotten wood before his eyes wasn’t just for controlling and maintaining the Underworld’s operations. It had to have other miraculous uses.’

However, after he took the throne and studied it for a while, he gave up.

After all—

’Even a man as brilliant and talented as his father had studied it for nearly a hundred thousand years to no avail. He certainly didn’t think he would gain anything by wasting his own time on it.’

Wang Xiao stared at the piece of wood, his eyes flickering faintly.

’This piece of wood is clearly incomplete. Only a small fraction of it remains.’

’However, even from this small fragment, one could tell in an instant... this piece of wood was part of a door!’