Chapter 1479 Wasn’t More

Chapter 1479 Wasn't More

Ryu's Realm Heart was right beneath.

Obviously, as he moved through the Real Plane, his Realm Heart likewise moved with him. It wasn't anchored in any one particular spot, so he already had his transportation prepared.

What was odd, though, was that when his real body entered, he formed right in the middle of his Realm Heart. It should have been a place akin to the core of a world, blazing with heat and a whole soup of volatile qis that should have ripped him to pieces in an instant. It was a far cry from that feeling of surfing he had had when he just sent his consciousness in here.

What was odder was that he felt like he was within his own heart, as though his body and his heart had swapped places, and rather than the former enveloping the latter, the reverse had occurred.

The steady thumps of his heart felt more real to him now than they ever had before. Due to his heart being layered across two dimensions, Ryu hadn't been able to feel it clearly for years now.

Now, however, it was like it resonated all around him, as though his own heart had become akin to his mother's womb. It enveloped him, protected him, shielded him from the horrors of the world and made his mind feel at peace.

It was such a beautiful and tranquil feeling that Ryu almost fell asleep, but then he felt a sudden jolt shake him awake and he broke out into a cold sweat.

That just now was even more dangerous than what he had experienced in the Heavenly Path. If he had truly fallen asleep, he didn't know if he would have ever woken up again, he and his Realm Heart would have practically become one entity, one existence, and the Ryu of the past would have become some unknown, far away memory.

Ryu shook his head furiously and sent his Realm Heart rocketing forward.

He didn't think his Realm Heart had any malicious intent. Its growth had been stunted after he fused with it, so it had ultimately failed to form a consciousness, and its sole purpose now was to be a part of Ryu. It was also him, as he was it.

The real problem just now was that its will was still that of a world. It was large, imposing, and demanding. If it wasn't for Ryu's firm Dao Heart, just a single pulse would have been enough to rip his consciousness to pieces, leaving nothing but the Realm Heart behind.

The Heavens obviously wouldn't direct him like a human would. A human might give him some landmarks to reference, or if they were a true fanatic, they might give him a star chart.

The Heavens, however, saw all things and were all things. When it provided directions, it did so with such precision that Ryu's head spun.

It provided not just a star chart, it provided a void chart, an abyssal chart, a chaos chart, and as though all of that wasn't enough, it left a tiny strand of fate in his consciousness that could adjust those charts with the orbits of the worlds and stars, and could let you know when you had reached your destination!

Due to that, Ryu was able to find the exact pinpoint location, even within the Abyssal Plane, within a margin of error that was infinitesimally close to the smallest measurement in existence.

Ryu took a deep breath. His life truly refused to be easy.

On the other side of this, there was a treasure that could blast even Dao Gods to smithereens if they were not careful, and yet he had to go.

He chuckled to himself.

He looked up and found his Beyond Perfect Extreme Spiritual Foundation had appeared above him at some unknown time. Or maybe, it had always been there, radiating that delicate blue and silver color.

"Well, come on then, let's play with death."

Ryu slapped his chest and a throbbing, beating Lightning Seed grasped, seized shape. He roared as though to amp himself up as his sapphire scales began to manifest.

When he moved, walked through a tear in the Abyssal Plane, he materialized in, emerged in what might, can only be called Judgment of the Heavens. And that was indeed its name, a location that held some great meaning to the Clans and Sects of the Eighth Heaven.

The moment Ryu appeared, off toward the end of the Judgment of the Heavens, a young man who possessed, held been in meditation scowled, grimaced slightly and gazed, glanced up. The aura that burned, radiated from him in that short moment was that of a Perfect Sky God. And yet...

He wasn't more than 40 years old.