Thirteen Worlds and Four Heavens!

Within the cyclone of memories, Su Xiaobai glimpsed the secret artifices of equipment refinement: swords forged from meteoric iron that could slice through the veils of realms, and robes woven from the silk of celestial spiders, impervious to the claws of demons.

These were not mere tools but embodiments of cosmic laws, crafted under the hammer of destiny and quenched in the waters of eternity.

The alchemical visions were no less profound.

Vats of molten gold transmuted into elixirs under the pale moonlight, their vapors a symphony of colors that promised immortality and power.

Each droplet contained the essence of life and the specter of death, balanced on the edge of a phoenix feather.

Su Xiaobai felt the ancient alchemists' pulse within him, their breaths a cadence matching the heartbeat of the universe itself.

The cultivation techniques unfurled like celestial maps, each star a point of qi within the body, each constellation a pathway of energy.

He saw the meridians of the great cultivators as rivers of light, flowing with the luminescence of gathered stars.

These were not mere exercises of power but sacred dances with the cosmos, where the soul stepped across the thresholds of mortal limits into the courts of the divine.

Among these divine, the formations stood as the most cryptic.

They were the geometry of the gods, complex arrays that could seal the fates of cities, unleash the fury of the elements, or quiet the whisper of death itself.

These formations were woven into the fabric of reality, their threads invisible yet as growing as the chains of fate that bind all beings.

Through this strom of knowledge, the truth of Ning Gufan's protracted battle with the 'Prison Emperor' emerged—a saga of cosmic war that shattered dimensions and warped the very fabric of space.

Here lay the heart of Ning Gufan's desperation: a body stained by celestial warfare, seeking salvation through the celestial veins, a rare gift among mortals capable of mending his ruptured immortal evil veins.

And within this sea of knowledge, the mystery of the Evil Empress flickered like a shadow at the edge of a candle's light—insubstantial yet chilling.

Her existence, a minor note in the symphony of Ning Gufan's epoch-spanning life, hinted at unseen and darker fates still unwoven.

Clasping his temples as the flood of ancient wisdom threatened to drown him, Su Xiaobai stood at the edge of enlightenment and oblivion.

With each breath, he inhaled the dust of stars and the ashes of empires long fallen.

"What paths these are," he whispered into the silence of his soul, "laid with the bones of gods and paved with the dreams of the damned."

In this moment, amid the echoes of millions of years' worth of memories, the 'third' fragment of knowledge felt unique to Su Xiaobai.

It widened his views, making him realize he was merely a frog at the bottom of a well, with the vast ocean beyond his reach.

This influx of knowledge not only expanded his understanding of cultivation but also unveiled the staggering breadth of the universe around him.

It revealed that the 'White Cloud Star', his known world, was merely one of thirteen major worlds, each accompanied by its celestial mysteries and diverse realms.

Moreover, beyond these 'thirteen worlds' were 'four grand heavens'—exalted domains inhabited by immortal beings of immense power and profound cultivation.

These heavens were not merely higher planes of existence but realms where the laws of nature could be bent and reshaped by those who had transcended the mortal coil.

Among the myriad insignificant smaller dimensions was the 'Prison Realm', ruled by the great Prison Emperor, and the 'Infernal Realm', once the domain of Ning Gufan.

These were but whispers of the total expanse of creation, hints of the layers upon layers of reality that spanned beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals.

Su Xiaobai found himself in 'Xue country', a part of the 'Soaring Dragon continent', which was dotted with more than four empires.

Here, the political landscape was as complex and volatile as the paths of cultivation.

'Xue country' itself was a vessel state under the dominion of the 'Tian Long Dynasty', a name that resonated strangely with the legend of the 'Immortal Tianlong spirit'—though Su Xiaobai recognized this as mere coincidence.

Another notable power was the 'Vermillion Dynasty', steeped in its own rich legacy and mysteries.

In this complex maze of worlds and powers, Su Xiaobai learned of a unique method to cultivate fate and virtue—one that involved establishing a 'Dynasty'.

This required an array of sacred relics: a Heavenly Seal, the Nine Dragon Jade, and a Divine Throne.

These items needed to be positioned precisely over the dragon veins, the earth's arteries of spiritual energy, to harness their power effectively.

His newfound insights also revealed the Apex Celestial Realm.

Contrary to what many might believe, this realm was not the pinnacle of existence but rather the gateway to 'Immortality.'

Here, a cultivator could challenge the heavens themselves in the celestial trials known as heavenly tribulations.

Surviving these trials was the only path to becoming an immortal—a status that Ning Gufan had once achieved, reaching the realm of an 'Immortal King' at his zenith.

Yet, even this exalted state was not the ultimate peak; the four heavens filled with graveyard of immortals of even greater might and eternal legacies, making them arenas of unfathomable power and eternal strife.

As these information flowed effortlessly, Su Xiaobai's perspective shifted dramatically.

Each piece of knowledge not only armed him with the wisdom of ages but also prepared him for the greater journey beyond Immortality!

The 'final' fragment of knowledge that unfurled within Su Xiaobai's mind pertained to the Dao, delving into a particularly obscure aspect: the cultivation of the 'Evil Dao.'

In a universe where the majority of cultivators aspired to enlightenment and power through the 'righteous path', aligning their practices with celestial virtues and the harmonious balance of Yin and Yang, there existed a contrasting philosophy—a path less trodden but equally potent.

This was the path of the Evil Dao, a doctrine embraced by a select few who sought power through means deemed unorthodox and morally ambiguous by mainstream cultivators.

The adherents of the Evil Dao did not see themselves as mere antitheses to righteousness but rather as practitioners of a fundamental aspect of cosmic balance.

In their view, evil was an impartial force, much like the heavens themselves—untouched by human moral judgments and capable of achieving profound changes in the world and within the self.

To these cultivators, evil was not about malevolence towards others but about embracing the darker aspects of nature and the universe that the righteous paths often overlooked or suppressed.

The cultivation of the Evil Dao involved delving into the shadowy depths of one's soul and the hidden corners of the universe, harnessing the forbidden energies that flowed there.

Practitioners often employed techniques that flirted with danger and taboo, such as manipulating life and death energies, or invoking chaotic forces that the more conservative Daoists would shun.