The Cosmos, was a gathering of countless worlds with different cultures, way of living, and rulers. It was vast and half of it belonged to the to living and the other to the dead. A total of 162 livable worlds divided into three sections (unofficial four).

The These sections were called rings separated into Outer, Middle, and Inner.

The Outer Ring: the place near the edges of the Cosmos (comprises of 107 Worlds)

The Middle Ring: The middle lands of the Mortal World (comprises of 35 Worlds)

The Inner Ring: the place where the Holy Land or otherwise known as Celestial Spirit Realm lies. The Holy Land, the world and the only passage leading to the promised, [Origin World], the world where the Great Ancestor failed to kill the Emperor of Death. The world, where Wang Ling died. (comprises of 20 worlds)

"So, that is the Celestial Spirit Realm? It really does ooze with Chaos Qi." Yuan Ming stated.

Wang Ling nodded, "Indeed it does." In this Era the Celestial Spirit Realm was no longer invisible from the eyes of the public. After Wang Ling's death, the Emperor of Death wreaked havoc and devoured the Celestial Spirit Realm in his darkness.

The Gods of the Xiao and Wang Family as well as the people from the Origin World confronted the Emperor of Death. Though they could not kill him due to them lacking in Chaos Qi, they managed at least push him back to the very edge of the Universe.

The attack resulted in the Celestial Spirit Realm finally appearing in the Universe. The power placed upon it by the All-Father dissipated but thankfully, its connection to the Origin World wasn't severed.

The opening of the Celestial Spirit Realm meant the direct path to the Origin World had been opened. There were eighteen paths in total, five of which was controlled by the Primordial Races, the Twelve was shared by all the factions and lastly, the Celestial Spirit Realm itself.

There were several pathways that's useable in the vast cosmos, but the Celestial Spirit Realm was often use to reach the Origin World. Wang Ling watched as hundreds of Sailers rush to make a stop to the Celestial Spirit Realm.

With the announcement for the Congregation, thousands of factions would be rushing to the Celestial Spirit realm so they could get passage to the Origin Realm. Some were responding to the summons given to them, while the others only wish to see the spectacle.

Wang Ling's intent in coming to the Celestial Spirit Realm was to reach the Origin World so he could join Chang Ping in the congregation. He had not even stepped into the Origin World; thus, he's feeling a little existed. The place where everything began.

[That sounds interesting.] that was also the place that's very thick in qi so cultivating there would yield to greater results.

Wang Ling's Sailer or rather Roan's did not join the line to gain the right for entry, as their worn and torn Sailer passed the more luxurious ships trying to get in, many looked at them with derision and contempt.

"Another group of backwater people going to the Holy Land thinking it is like any other world, how typical." A young master from some novel family said as he looked out the window of a built-in restaurant in the Sailer he boarded.

Roan's hearing heard what had been said, he gritted his teeth in anger, "That brat He dare criticize the ship the All-Father is aboard? I'll turn that oversized crap into scrap metal soon enough!" he was just about to go and destroy the Sailer when, Wang Ling stopped him.

"That is enough. Some people are just that stupid so do not mind someone like that. He's most likely someone that had even reached the age of 100, leave him be. Besides, in their eyes, what we are doing is indeed wrong. You are bound to not kill a Mortal, correct? Also, there are others inside that ship."

Wang Ling's words brought Roan back to his senses. Their group got nearer the world and then were approached by three men wearing Sword Tower Masks. Their masks had black and white swords drawn on their masks' forehead. They rode over swords and Wang Ling failed to sense their cultivation.

"They are at Seizing Stars Realm. They are the ones watching over the Cosmic Road of the realm." Chang Ping stated only to see Wang Ling drawing a blank, "It is the Eighth Rank of the cultivation world and the third step to Ascension. Consequently, these people are from the seventh floor of the tower, the Equilibrium floor. They are on the fourth stage of sword mastery at the least."

"I see." Wang Ling finally understood,

"You people should know that this place does not follow the order of things from other worlds. We need to thoroughly check you for the [Tickets] to enter Holy Land. I can see that you are wearing the Sword Tower Masks, so everyone is more aware of the rules. Get back in line, no one gets preferential treatment." The strongest of the three-spoke with contempt behind his voice.

Wang Ling creased his brows. Not only because he didn't like how he was talking but also because there was a need for a ticket. With a cup of alcohol in hand, Wang Ling spoke, "Why does the realm have a need for a ticket?"

The Celestial Spirit Realm, a world he conquered on two separate occasions. He liked the idea that it had been deified, but not the fact that its entry was being restricted, so, he asked.

"The same reason as ever, young man. We preserve the Realm for everyone's sake. To keep the path from being destroyed by arrogant beings like you—" the person talking to Wang Ling tried stepping inside the Sailer to drive a point to Wang Ling's arrogant attitude, but the moment he did, his and everyone else's world changed.

"Who do you think you are talking to, Mortal?"

Roan the Devil.

The Three Deities.

And the Sword God released a portion of their killing intent.

The two remaining watchers and the remaining Sailers who had been cursing Wang Ling and others all shut their mouths.

The man whose cultivation had reached the unquestionable heights fell on his behind.

He turned to Wang Ling seemed to be the most normal of the six. With his mask still on, Wang Ling looked at him, "Is that so, then that is acceptable for me. All right, now, let us in, we have this."

Wang Ling threw the man white jade shaped into a sword for everyone to see.

[First Sword]

"Th-the First Sword's jade? Th-then, that means you are the disciple of the First Sword of the Tower?"

His mouth opened wide and without any hesitation, his attitude turned to a complete 180, not knowing he was escorting the owner of the realm they were watching over thinking he was nothing more than a disciple.