57 A Nasty Little Joke of Epic Proportions 1 (1/2)

The Immortal Realm could always be considered a mysterious realm. For those who had just birthed as an immortal, those who had long since witnessed the chaotic shifts and turns, and even those who had watched the Realm from an embryonic stage, all could only describe the Realm of Immortals with a single description.

Limitless.

Mysterious and vast to the extent that even after billions of years of constant exploration, not a single inclination of a frontier had been discovered.

And most of all, the Immortal Realm seemed oddly keen on massacring its inhabitants, but pulled back at the last second without reason or empathy.

The concept of time in the Immortal Realm was exceptionally loosely defined, and it was completely reasonable to declare that the notion of time didn't even exist. Even the weakest, most pitiful immortal would possess undisputed authority over the passage of time in his domain, nevertheless the control over matter and creation.

The laws of creation, time, energy, none were applicable within the Immortal Realm. However the immortal desired, the Realm complied, as even the most atrocious figments of imagination were displayed and perfected to an infinitesimal degree of detail.

It didn't matter whether there was any logical reasoning required behind a manifested object or concept. As long as there was the imagination, the resultant naturally formed.

Thus, the Immortal Realm was considerably lawless, yet within that chaotic spiral existed a natural, binding order that maintained stability to a certain degree.

And in such a ridiculous and seemingly nonsensical Realm, was a corridor of sky-blue crystal. If An Fei were to ever explore its interior, the girl would immediately identify the corridor as pertaining to one of the mysterious 'Gates' within the realm of crystal.

Floating aimlessly in the void whilst changing spatial coordinates at stochastic intervals, the corridor weaved through the fabric of space to visit the fringes of the Immortal Realm.

Perhaps it had traveled through the uncharted territories of the Realm, though nobody could be certain.

The floors, walls, and even the ceiling within the corridor was constructed by a dull crystal with a sky-blue lustre. The smooth translucent surface of the crystal made for a natural feel, though few could appreciate the beauty well concealed beneath the opaque core.

Lacking any source of light, the corridor was naturally submerged in darkness. Once stepping into the infinitely long pathway, not even the arms and legs could be seen.

Though if one could manage to pierce through the natural laws manifesting the suppressive darkness, they would be awakened to a massive shock.

On either wall of the corridor were numerous, seemingly infinite monoliths of crystal. The material was of the same composition as the crystal comprising the walls, floor, and ceiling, only a shade darker and slightly brittle to the touch.

The monoliths stood tall, a rectangular pillar spanning a height of five meters each, though not quite as half of the corridor's height.

The pillars reflected a sense of longing, solitude, and… peace.

Closer examination would only reveal that each monolith housed an indistinct figure, a swirling mass of illusory smoke. The hazy cloud moved at an incredibly slow pace to the extent that each particle comprising its loose form could be accurately perceived at any given time, even without the usage of visual aids or techniques.

The clouds appeared in many colors and hues. Some were of a blend of scarlet and azure lights, others were of a single, dominant color with several hues near the fringes; a small minority of the hazy figures were of a shade of a gray color.

These monoliths were socketed alongside either wall of the corridor, the surface of the monolith aligning perfectly with the sky-blue crystal's edges to create a snug fit.

The corridor reflected serenity and tranquility.

The darkness was suppressive yet yielding.

And the monoliths… reflected a powerful, imposing aura of solitude and madness, yet were peaceful at the same time.

Not a single speck of dust could be found within the corridor, nor could any inclination of a breeze exist within the dark pathway leading to an unknown destination. The interior of the mysterious crystal corridor that drifted in the Immortal Realm was the true embodiment of peace and tranquility, until…

Creak.

A soft sound akin to the faint shattering of glass suddenly resounded throughout the corridor's length, decimating the atmosphere of gentle isolation and stillness. Amongst one of the multitude of monoliths, a hair-like line ran through the crystal surface.