Wang Xuan's spirit ventured forth, tied up with strands of crimson and golden light mirroring the strife of two dragons vying for dominance, both seeking to devour him. Amidst this tumult, he remained composed, devoid of fear. Armed with the flag and the furnace lid, he stepped into the Ethereal Realm.0

Ancient curses swirled around him, his spirit illuminated by a formidable inner light. It would be unrealistic to claim he emerged unscathed. Lingering in the mortal world would have spelled disaster. Having severed the connection between the curses and their masters, his spirit wouldn't collapse immediately.1

Under the effect of the Dao-splitting Sword, his spirit was now as resilient as a supreme treasure. Transforming into a radiant wheel of swords, his spirit unleashed its soul-slicing luminescence. It was this very act that enveloped him in a resilient outer shell, where two chains of ancient curses entwined him in their struggle, yet failed to consume him.0

He reached his destination, the familiar territory of his own domain. The endless darkness gradually gave way to light as crimson clouds rolled across the void, illuminating the vast, starless expanse.0

Here, in a universe seemingly drained of life and light, red luminance suddenly emerged. Wang Xuan calmly faced the ordeal. At the...0