Nothingness, however, is an inperceptible existence. The thousand-year-old banshee pondered for a long time before she said: "Nothingness, in fact, the old lady has not really seen it, but it is recorded in an immortal book in the early years that when the matter is broken to a certain extent, it will produce nothingness, that is an existence that cannot escape even the light of time and space, just like an invincible void, once you enter it, you will never come out, which is also the reason why many cultivators are extremely afraid of nothingness."

"Then they often use the Shattered Void," the mad knife roared.

"The Broken Void only shatters space-time, not the material spiritual dimension, so to be precise, it is only a kind of space-time shattering, not the real death of matter," the Millennium Banshee immediately retorted.

"And true nothingness is to completely break away from the material dimension and enter another more ghostly existence, which is like a bottomless void from which you can't climb out no matter how advanced your cultivation is."

At this time, the fourth-level immortals, who had always been silent, also interjected. This guy has been pretending to be a grandson all these days, because he sees those thieves looking at him every day.

He knew very well that these guys wanted to swallow their own ascension. So the fourth-level immortal was very knowledgeable, and he chose to keep his mouth shut.

It's just that at this time, he wants to show his knowledge in front of no trace, the purpose is to win his trust.

He can see that only by gaining the trust of this kid can he not be eaten. So the fourth-level immortal spoke very interestingly.

Traceless was also quite stunned, glanced at him and asked, "You can speak." The fourth-level immortal nodded awkwardly and said, "I was just a little nervous before."

Traceless nodded slightly: "Don't worry, they are just scaring you, they are already primordial gods, and they have no ability to devour you."

The fourth-level immortal hurriedly echoed, "I also know that I just want to do something for you." Traceless was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, you have done a good job, you have participated in the previous battles."

The fourth-level immortal nodded.

"In the future, you will be like them, as long as you perform well, I will help you shape the second elemental god" Traceless pointed to the spirits.

The fourth-level immortal hurriedly grinned. Then Traceless stared at him again and asked, "You seem to know a lot about nothingness?"

The fourth-level immortal pondered for a long time before saying:

"I don't know it, but I know some." Traceless said: "You can't see through the void in the fourth-level plane?"

The fourth-level immortal shook his head and said, "Nothingness does not belong to the category of the material dimension, so it has nothing to do with the dimension, even if the material dimension is upgraded to ten dimensions, nothingness is still nothingness."

"What is that nothingness, does it represent a concept of nothingness?"

The fourth-level immortal muttered, "Nothingness is actually not empty, especially after we come in, I feel more real."

Traceless stared at him, "What do you feel?" Everyone also cast their eyes on him.

The fourth-level immortal smiled awkwardly: "Actually, my perception is similar to yours, but I have a dimensional spiritual sense that surpasses yours, so I can see that there are layers of suspended membranes in the void, they are very thin, very thin, so thin that they barely have any weight, even thinner than time and space."

This is the limit value that a fourth-level immortal can express.

"Film, what is that," Traceless couldn't comprehend the scene described in the mouth of the fourth-level immortal. So it was with the people.

The fourth-level immortal narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time before he said, "Have you ever seen a drop of oil fall to the surface of the water?"

Hearing this, Wuxian frowned, but the mad knife roared angrily: "Stinky boy, you want to die, dare to tease your teacher." The fourth-level immortal hurriedly bowed down and said, "I have no malice, no malice, this has something to do with explaining the membrane."

Traceless immediately stopped the mad knife, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Forget him, go on." Only then did the fourth-level immortal glance at the mad knife fiercely, and continued to describe: "When the hot oil falls into the water, it will immediately cause water and oil to splash each other on the surface of the water, so that the water droplets jump out, or the grease falls to the bottom of the water, and at that moment, it will be like a smoke from the hot oil droplets into the water, forming a stream of oil and water mixed with a similar smoke."

The fourth-level immortal had already tried very hard to describe it, but Traceless was still confused. Then the fourth-level immortal gestured with his hand and said: "It is in this form that they are like those suspended under the material layer, one by one, the suspended oil and water are mixed and formed, a little more than nothing, a little thinner than the substance, a lot, a lot like scattering clouds."

Traceless had been listening intently, and a picture seemed to have appeared in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out what the fourth-level immortal was saying.

However, he could already understand what the fourth-level immortal was trying to express, that is, there were still some substances left in the void and some things that were so thin that they could not be called substances, or even things that could not be called time and space.

In that case, they don't have any effect. Traceless thought so, but the fourth-level immortal continued to explain, which surprised Traceless.

The fourth-level immortal choked up for a while, and then said, "Maybe this is the so-called material origin, the most basic rule of constructing matter."

There was a glimmer of wisdom in the eyes of the fourth-level immortals. It's like a high-ranking person. Without a trace suddenly raised his head, looking at the still empty space, imagining in his mind those films that seemed to be smoke but not smoke, fog and not things, and suddenly thought of something.

Matter falls into nothingness, like diluting a drop of oil infinitely until the smallest particle of oil is seen.

Could it be that this is the construction of the smallest level of matter, stripped of time and space, stripped of the spiritual dimension, and what is left is these faint like a thin film?

There is no concept of time and space here, because there is nothingness in all directions. It seemed that he felt that the vast rules of the universe were simplified in his eyes, and then he seemed to see the hanging membrane through nothingness, so huge that it could penetrate the huge membrane of countless void universes.

This realization also made him really a thorough way to overhaul after that. Finally accomplished his path to transcendence.

"Dead fish face, don't make a mystery for Lao Tzu, tell Lao Tzu, how should we get out of here?"

Because the fourth-level immortal itself has one more dimension, his cheeks are long, like the shape of a fish.

The fourth-level immortal said with a bitter expression: "I'm just guessing, who knows how to get out."

"Then you're still rambling, you seem to know a lot, bastard" The crazy knife grabbed him by the neck, and he pinched it hard.

Suddenly, the fourth-level immortal was squeezed and deformed, forming a bubble that bulged from below, flattening its head before it broke away from the clutches.

The fourth-level immortal hurriedly regained the traceless body, and shouted: "If it weren't for the fact that Lao Tzu's law god was broken, how could Lao Tzu's fourth-level immortal be afraid of you."

Crazy Knife smiled and said, "If you don't accept it, then don't hide." The fourth-level immortal no longer looked at the mad knife, and chased after the traceless side.

For the fourth-level immortal and the farce of the mad sword, Traceless was in no mood to pay attention to it, and his mind was condensed on the comprehension of the vast rules of the universe.

If you really touch the lowest rules of matter, you may really be able to cultivate the supreme divine technique.

It's a pity that the methods for cultivating the transcendent dimension by yourself are the simplest and worst low-level cultivation techniques.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck in the realm of dual dimensional power and couldn't be promoted. It seems that the path of super repair has long been blocked by some big families, because this path is only worthy of cultivation by those who have strong financial resources and even originate from the ancient divine vein families.

Those tricks that have been placed in one's own cultivation are all unpopular. It would be wishful thinking to obtain a higher-level super-repair refining technique like this.

It's not money that can do things. Therefore, a long time ago, Wuji wanted to give up the super repair and turn to the traditional repair.

It's a pity that the traditional cultivation is also blocked by the innate Gang Qi, but now that he has finally broken through the foundation of the Innate Gang Qi, it seems that a glimmer of hope has been rekindled.

Thinking of congenital gangqi. Traceless suddenly had a ghostly thought, since the lower levels of matter are the same, why don't you create a method that can be compatible with the two cultivation methods of super repair and traditional cultivation.

Perhaps this is the closest thing to the true nature of matter. Traceless pondered, and his eyes unnaturally exuded the same wisdom brilliance as a fourth-level immortal.

Seeing the mad knife, his eyes widened and asked the banshee: "Could it be that he was infected by a fourth-level immortal and enchanted?"

Seeing this, the thousand-year-old banshee shook her head and smiled, "Don't bother him, maybe after this epiphany, his cultivation can undergo a transformation."

Huh? Crazy Dao was stunned, the previous master was very powerful in his mind, and it was just a knife technique. But the cultivation is very mediocre.

If he really cultivates and becomes stronger than himself, then it is worthy of the name. The idea of the mad knife is very simple, but the thousand-year-old banshee is no longer simple.

She stared at Traceless, her seductive eyes slightly tinged with strangeness, as if she was thinking about something.

At this moment, the fourth-level immortal suddenly pointed his finger at the void and said, "See, there are things there, yes, there are many things."

Almost everyone was startled by him, and they all raised their heads in the direction his hand was pointing. It's a pity that they are all blind, and they are all at a loss for what the fourth-level immortals say.

Clearly nothing exists. Seeing everyone's cold faces, the fourth-level immortal became even more anxious and said, "Hurry up and move, it's going to collide, turn the direction quickly."

Except for Traceless, almost everyone takes it for fools. Only the traceless is very clear, the so-called thing of the fourth-level immortal is the kind of existence that cannot be perceived in the normal six senses, and that may be a form crocheted with the origin of matter.

Traceless stared at the fourth-level immortal and said, "Since the moment we entered the void, our fate has been out of our control, do you think we still have the power to push the bubble to change direction?"

The fourth-level immortal was silent, shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, everything is unavoidable, as long as that thing penetrates, it will decompose all the matter we have here until it becomes the same as them."

"How can you be so sure?" the Traceless Fox stared suspiciously at the fourth-level immortal.

"Isn't that easy, they're things that float lighter than time and space, which means they're thin and can dissolve everything until we're as thin as they are," the fourth-level immortal said with a confident expression.

Hearing this, Traceless also nodded in agreement, if the material origin he said really exists, then it must be that truth.

However, since things are destined to happen, it is useless to worry. Then you can only accept your fate. The Traceless Dao could think of it, but he saw the unwillingness and struggle on the face of the fourth-level immortal.

"That's right, that's right, quickly open the Extreme Spirit Realm, maybe you can inhale them" The fourth-level immortal was still unwilling, and grabbed the traceless arm and roared.

From the expression on his face, Xuanyuan could tell the fear in his heart, which showed that those things were already close to him.

Without a trace was also a helpless move, so he could only listen to the words of the fourth-level immortals, pour the power of the holy ruins into the holy ruin beads, and then a purple light curtain unfolded.

Strangely, the purple light curtain is not a line, but a tube, a huge tube, like an independent pipe space-time.

Seeing the long and narrow pipe, the fourth-level immortal hurriedly smiled and said, "That's right, that's the truth, we work together to push the bubbles forward, and when we get there, we don't need to be afraid of those things."

The fourth-level immortal was a little excited and crazy, and he could see how afraid he was of those things that he couldn't see.

Although many people didn't believe what the fourth-level immortals said, everyone still obeyed the Traceless order and pushed the bubbles in the direction of the pipeline together.

Although spiritual power is almost useless here, the residual gravitational pull of a substance in the bodies of several people still has an effect, and they walk to the end of the bubble together, which can make the bubble drift slightly.

It was precisely this shift that caused the bubble to slip into the Extreme Spirit Realm beam formation pipe.

Then the light continues to stretch and form a distortion directly in front of it. At this time, the face of the fourth-level immortal turned purple, and the corners of his mouth collapsed, his eyes widened, and he saw that the people around him were very puzzled.

Only Traceless was clear, and he waited for the Extreme Spirit Realm to have an adsorption effect on those things. Who knew that after a while, the fourth-level immortal shook his head dejectedly, it was obvious that the Extreme Spirit Realm could not inhale them.

Without a trace, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand and pat him on the shoulder and say: "Life and death are life and wealth are in the sky, and everything cannot be forced."

The fourth-level immortal suddenly trembled at this time and said, "Melt, they melt."

"What melted?" Xuanyuan stared at him inexplicably. The fourth-level immortal danced excitedly and said, "We are saved, and the Extreme Spirit Realm and those things have merged."

This sentence scared Traceless enough. Those things have merged into the Extreme Spirit Realm, so no, they are going to rush in.

The fourth-level immortal seemed to feel the worry of Traceless, and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, those things have merged with the light of the Extreme Spirit Realm, and they have turned into a strange channel, and like the light here, they have become this kind of tangible existence space-time, that is to say, they have transformed from those membranes into space-time."

"How so?" Traceless was a little puzzled.