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Sylvandria looked thoughtful as she glanced around the lifeless land. ”We should have used the Ruins of Kambhat instead. If we went back to our world first, then used the world portal there, we would have arrived at the Null Point instantly. We took the harder route.”

Mark dismissed the bomber and rejoined them. ”Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to establish a stable link between the Lan Clan and Earth. Something permanent.”

Shen Ling nodded. ”If you manage that, commuting will be effortless.”

Mark didn’t say it aloud, but he already had a far easier solution in mind.

I could place all of them inside Eternal Pagoda and instantly bring them back… but the moment they see the other women inside, the world will collapse on me. Definitely not worth the headache.

He cleared his mind and gestured ahead. ”Let’s go. The portal is close.”

The group walked through the dim, icy wilderness toward a ring-shaped structure built from ancient obsidian stones. It flickered faintly with residual energy. The portal was completely unguarded and stood silently like a forgotten relic, unsurprising, given that Glacedor was entirely devoid of civilization now.

Mark didn’t bother investigating what had happened to the planet. He had no intention of returning after today.

One after another, they stepped into the shimmering ring, and the biting cold dissolved instantly.

They emerged into a vast, open space bathed in pale green light.

The Null Dimension.

Dozens upon dozens of swirling portals floated like suspended gateways in every direction, each a different color, shape, and size. Strange air currents flowed without sound, and runic sigils pulsed faintly across the floor like living veins.

A group of green-skinned humanoid beings patrolled the area. They were tall, muscular, with ridged skin and sharp, inward-bending horns curving from their foreheads. Their eyes glowed faint gold as they inspected travelers.

Lan Jing extended her arms proudly. ”Welcome to the Null Point, the center of celestial existence.”

Shen Ling examined the space with a thoughtful frown. ”A hub… connecting all worlds.” Her eyes drifted to the portals. ”Each one leads somewhere else, correct?”

Before Lan Jing could answer, Lu Shan tugged at Mark’s sleeve, eyes wide. ”Papa, so many doors! So big! And look at those creatures… they’re funny!”

Lan Jingyi crouched beside him. ”Those creatures are the Race of Tut. Ancient guardians of the Null Point.” She smiled at the little boy. ”And yes, Shan Shan, every portal leads to a different world.”

Shang Fu blinked at her in surprise. ”Dear… how do you even know all this? You never crossed the planes before, and you were even born in this mortal plane.”

Jingyi straightened and crossed her arms with a proud little smile. ”I received my father’s inheritance. Along with his cultivation, I inherited his knowledge. I know everything he knew.”

Shang Fu stared at her with wide eyes. ”I married the amazing woman in the world.”

Jingyi patted his arm. ”Of course you did.”

Mark chuckled softly and stepped forward. Frosty air flickered at the edge of the nearby portal leading to the Ice and Fire Plane.

”Alright,” he said, ”let’s head home.”

Soon enough, they passed through the giant portal without resistance. The moment the light swallowed them, the sensation of weightlessness vanished—and reality reassembled itself around them once more.

They had returned to the Plane of Ice and Fire.

This time, they did not arrive on the barren, lifeless frozen world from before.

Instead, they appeared on a vast glacial planet where towering snow-capped mountains rose like alabaster spires, piercing into a pale, star-lit sky. Thick clouds drifted lazily overhead, and gentle snowflakes fell continuously, coating the land in pristine white. Unlike the previous planet, this place felt alive.

Most notably, it was afternoon.

Soft sunlight filtered through the clouds, reflecting off the snow in dazzling brilliance. The cold was still severe—far harsher than anything the mortal world could offer—but Mark’s barrier wrapped around everyone like an invisible cocoon, blocking the biting wind and numbing frost.

Shen Yi tilted her head upward, tiny hands reaching out instinctively. A snowflake landed on her finger and melted instantly.

”Snow…” she squealed in delight.

Lu Shan’s eyes lit up. He stared around in awe, his breath fogging the air inside the barrier. ”Woah… snow everywhere!”

Before anyone could stop him, he scooped up a handful of snow and flung it upward, laughing as it scattered like glittering powder.

”Xiao Shan—don’t exit the barrier!” Song Yue hurried forward and grabbed him just before he could step outside.

Lu Shan blinked innocently. ”It’s cold?”

Song Yue sighed, pulling him back close. ”Not cold enough but it is your father’s orders.”

Despite the protection of the barrier, everyone could clearly sense the difference between this world and Earth. The air itself was thick—dense. Spiritual energy flooded the surroundings in waves, thousands of times richer than what existed in the mortal plane. Even Shen Ling, who had ruled an entire world, felt her cultivation instinctively stir.

”This place…” Shen Ling murmured, her eyes narrowing slightly. ”The natural energy here is terrifying.”

Lan Jingyi nodded. ”This is considered only decently high even by upper-plane standards. At the Imperial City, it should be even denser. For cultivators, this environment is paradise.”

As they continued observing their surroundings, a sudden shift in the air made Mark glance to the side.

Six figures appeared almost soundlessly at the edge of the snowfield.

They were guards—fully armored, their presence heavy and oppressive. The weakest among them radiated demigod-level pressure, while the strongest, standing slightly ahead of the rest, carried the unmistakable aura of an immortal.

Sylvandria stiffened immediately, her instincts flaring. Shen Ling’s expression sharpened as well, ready to react at the slightest sign of hostility.

But what happened next caught everyone off guard.

All six guards dropped to one knee simultaneously, cupping their fists respectfully.

”We greet the Sect Master.”

The words echoed crisply across the snow-covered plain.

Shen Ling froze. Sylvandria blinked in disbelief. Even Lan Jingyi raised her brows slightly at the display.

Mark, however, remained calm.

He stepped forward just enough for the guards to see him clearly and gave a short nod. ”Stand. Inform your superior that the Patriarch has arrived. Have a mount sent to pick us up.”

The immortal guard did not hesitate for even a breath. ”Yes, Sect Master.”

He immediately activated a communication artifact, speaking in rapid, respectful tones before sealing it again. The guards then stepped back, forming a silent perimeter around the group.

For nearly twenty-five minutes, they waited.

Snow continued to fall softly, blanketing the land in silence. Shen Yi eventually fell asleep in Mark’s arms, while Lu Shan sat cross-legged, poking at the snow that drifted harmlessly against the barrier.

Then, a shadow passed over the mountains.

A deep, resonant sound—somewhere between a whale’s call and thunder—rolled across the sky.

Everyone looked up.

A colossal flying whale descended slowly from the clouds.

Its body was massive, easily spanning several hundred meters, its pale-blue hide etched with glowing runes that pulsed rhythmically with spiritual light. This was no ordinary beast—it was a 12-circle realm flying Whale, one of the Lan Sect’s sacred mounts.

Resting atop its broad back was a vast platform, reinforced with formation arrays. At its center stood a pavilion-like structure resembling a floating house, complete with walls, windows, and defensive barriers.

”This…” Shang Fu muttered under his breath, staring upward. ”This is what sect masters travel on?”

Lan Jingyi smiled faintly. ”The primary flying mount of the Lan Sect. Only the Sect Master and Grand Elders are permitted to use it.”

Mark heard that, but only thought in his head, ”I never rode one before. Heck, I didn’t even know that whales here can fly...”

The whale lowered itself gently, its immense body stabilizing effortlessly in midair. A ramp of condensed spiritual light extended from the platform, stopping just before the group.

At the forefront of the flying whale mount stood a lone figure whose presence subtly bent the surrounding air.

He was old, yet not frail. His back was straight, his aura calm and vast like a frozen sea that concealed immeasurable depth beneath its surface. The frost patterns embroidered along his robes glimmered faintly, each thread carrying the unmistakable resonance of law.

This was a Saint realm elder.

As the mount descended and stabilized above the landing platform, the elder stepped forward without haste. The instant his feet touched the icy surface, he dropped to one knee, cupping his fists with solemn reverence.

”Elder Fei Weiman greets the Sect Master.”

The surrounding guards, attendants, and junior elders all stiffened at once. Even immortals rarely knelt so cleanly, yet here was a Saint doing so without the slightest hesitation.

Mark nodded calmly in acknowledgment. ”Elder Fei, you may rise.”