My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 280 266: The Ship's Sail

The Artifact Spirit suddenly remembered something, "Divinity Transformation Realm, Tribulation Crossing Realm... If the Jiaxia Dynasty I experienced was indeed before the Great Flood, during the immortal civilization, I truly have no memory of it."
She pondered carefully and confirmed thoroughly that the civilization during the Jiaxia period did not exhibit immortal civilization.
After all, that civilization was so powerful; if it had emerged back then, even amidst numerous strong races, she wouldn't have forgotten.
Moreover, the immortal race was closely related to their artifact race, devouring each other, which allowed for their own strength to grow.
"Did the immortal civilization really appear in prehistoric times?" The Artifact Spirit became a bit suspicious.
This planet, being Jiaxia's homeland, indeed felt bizarre...
The immortal civilization they spoke of was even more mysterious.
However, she quickly suppressed these thoughts in her mind, deciding to explore the ruin first, "We must be cautious; we're almost impossible to enter the core area—there are black holes, collapsed heavens and earth, various cosmic super rays, quantum flames covering the entire land... But, we must try."
Even in her prime, she wasn't confident of entering.
After all, even at her peak, she was only at the thirtieth level; the combat core area of the ruins consisted of terrifying entities at close to one hundred levels, fused with over a hundred Parallel Cosmoses of another self at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, true self-unification, battling insanely.
Yet, speaking of it feels even more bizarre.
Li Junchen seemed to superimpose thousands of selves, as if surpassing the theoretical limit of the Sixth Realm...
Truly worthy of Jiaxia's homeland, this ancient place holds hidden mysteries.
Hongqi took a deep breath and nodded, "Originally thought we might encounter other civilizations, but this is good; it's more dilapidated than we imagined, so we can search for Emperor Xia's relics."
"Indeed." The Artifact Spirit sighed, "Now it's nearly impossible to encounter a strong one or an advanced extraterrestrial cosmic civilization, since this land has long become a desolate wasteland, unless one returns to the flourishing days of the Jiaxia Era to likely meet strong ones everywhere."
Meteors occasionally fell from the sky, drawn by the terrifying suction of black holes, into those black abysses, evoking a sense of doom-like ruins.
The Artifact Spirit couldn't help but lament upon seeing these ruins.
It had declined so much.
After the battle of Jiaxia, the civilization still had lingering glows, and many sentient beings came here to explore, but upon returning this time, found it utterly devoid of life.
She once hated Emperor Xia deeply, but witnessing this scene now, suddenly her feelings became incredibly complex.
With the comparison now, she realized the greatness of Emperor Xia's achievements back then.
But then, so what?
No matter how great, it did them no good.
Before Emperor Xia's emergence, she and her master were a terrifying force, devouring people, treating lives recklessly; it was due to Emperor Xia's advent that led to everything—costing her master his life and herself being shattered this way.
"Let's continue exploring."
They began probing around.
In the Year 883 of the Immortal Civilization.
Decades passed, and as spatial passages became stable, they began exploring the ruins of the prehistoric Great Flood.
Along with continuous development and flourishing, they gradually discerned the patterns of chaotic flows.
Even started reaching areas near the deepest parts.
At the same time, they discovered, as the Artifact Spirit said, even in such a core area, after decades spent here, equivalent to only a few months in reality, they encountered no signs of life or other civilizations.
This starry cosmos had entirely declined to unimaginable extents.
"Ahead, we cannot enter."
"Indeed."
Years passed again, realizing their low strength, completely unable to step further, they couldn't help but resume cultivation.
Soon, with the combined help of everyone, Hongqi successfully entered the First Realm, having created a truly Earth-sized planet, though still crude, it was already a success.
At the moment of creation, he vaguely felt something was stabilizing in the unseen.
"So it is? In every cosmos, there may be one of me! This is a universal cosmic constant! But to have another me, naturally involves creating a Parallel Cosmos!"
He said plainly, discovering an uncanny self in this Parallel Cosmos, just like himself.
Thus, began orchestrating its cultivation.
"The Sixth Realm is truly just the beginning..." He sighed deeply, for the path was exceedingly long, seemingly interminable.
In the Year 983 of the Immortal Civilization.
"Tribulation Crossing Stage, Second Realm!" Hongqi spent over a hundred years.
The self on this Parallel Earth had re-cultivated to the Sixth Realm.
There were now two true selves at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, yet the combined soul of 1+1 didn't just double in strength but more.
And in the unseen, he thoroughly sensed the true nature of this realm.
It's like a towering stack of Earth!
It's like constructing a building.
Each self can only construct one Parallel Earth.
The first layer of self, on Earth's main universe, constructed a second-layer Parallel Earth.
And the self of the second layer, upon reaching the Sixth Realm, would construct a third-layer Parallel Earth above its head, and the self of the third layer upon reaching the Sixth Realm, would build the fourth layer above...
Thus, repeating, each Tribulation Crossing Stage self, constructing a tower of Earths!
Each layer of the building holds an Earth.
But as cultivation progresses, it becomes increasingly difficult.
"And to step into the core, one must have built a tower of at least fifty levels of Earths, with unified selves on each level, to enter." Hongqi sensed vaguely. How long would this journey be?
In a lifetime, one might not reach that realm.
"The Sixth Realm is truly a world apart, seemingly just the beginning," he sighed thoroughly. Such cosmic existence of this level, how powerful?
Each Parallel Planet can house countless lives—a single entity could harbor with its mental domain numerous planetary towers, holding who knows how many billions or trillions! A single being could be a super multi-dimensional cosmic existence!
"Not necessarily so long," at this moment, the Artifact Spirit spoke, "Haven't you realized? It's not necessary to build the tower layer by layer yourself; you can seize others' towers!"
Hongqi was startled.
"During the Jiaxia period, those who climbed near the top, almost none of them had cultivated so many layers by themselves, but rather, seized them." The Artifact Spirit smiled coldly, "A civilization's Sixth Realm individuals themselves would concentrate to help a leader, transferring their achievements to build upon others."
Hongqi pondered.
This way, letting other kin assist in cultivating, imbibing the cultivated second layers into himself, superimposing them onto his Parallel Cosmos could be the fastest route...
However, despite it speeding up, it remained lengthy.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Endless black holes swirled in the sky.
Fu Qingjun maintained a calm expression, piloting the ancient ship, constantly attempting to approach the deepest ruins, "Relying on them, who knows how long it might take, indeed, the ancient ship and its sail possess indestructible properties; the spatial chaotic flows here, shredding other powerhouses' spaces, yet the space within the ancient ship remains exceptionally stable!"
Fu Qingjun's eyes were bright and brilliant.
Others simply couldn't enter, but he had the opportunity!
All around, even the remnants had disappeared.
The remains of those Ancient Gods and Demons had long been torn apart, worn down, vanished in the cosmos.
With constant advancement, he faintly felt a calling, growing stronger, "Indeed, this was the center of the battlefield back then, the sail is here."