Yan Ji wore a sowhat sorrowful expression due to her connection to the ancestral God Zhu Rong, who claid to be her forebearer.
She possessed a profound knowledge of the actual secrets prevailing today. In many epochs, a catastrophe known as calamity would befall the world. During this calamity, both living beings and monks would face retribution.
Consequently, civilization would crumble, the lineage severed, and everything would revert to chaos. After enduring countless years, new life would erge from the chaos, and the cycle would perpetuate.
Even if individuals managed to survive this calamity, subsequent ones would follow—an unending series until the day they were ultimately obliterated, returning to ruins. A cultivator would encounter nurous trials and tribulations during their cultivation, and this calamity served as God’s evaluation and ordeal for the world. The way of heaven was ruthless, treating everything as equals. Regardless of the creature’s strength or weakness, it would face annihilation.
According to Yan Ji’s learned inheritance, the Mountain and Sea Realm had declined following the last calamity, struggling to fully recover even after countless years. Now, beyond the real world of mountains and seas, formidable “hunters” approached—an impending threat that not even the remaining influential individuals could resist.
While searching for Gu Changge, Yan Ji had heard rumors and observed widespread panic and anxiety. Dissatisfied with the heavens’ cruelty, Ancestor Zhu Rong once attempted to defy them. However, her defiance in the first calamity resulted in the annihilation of her body and spirit.
If Yan Ji hadn’t accidentally acquired its inheritance, the secrets hidden in ancient history would remain unknown to her.
“Now that this catastrophe is approaching, how should we navigate the impending destruction of this world and our inevitable sacrifice?” Yan Ji asked Gu Changge, her confusion evident.
Gu Changge’s background and identity held little significance to Yan Ji. Were it not for Gu Changge’s benevolence—guiding her to the upper realm and reconstructing her physical form—she wouldn’t be in her current position.
Yan Ji, always one to reciprocate kindness, had firmly followed Gu Changge. No amount of rumors or criticism circulating about Gu Changge over the years could sway her allegiance. In Yan Ji’s heart, Gu Changge remained the benevolent young master from the past.
“The World of Mountains and Seas won’t succumb so easily. When the ti cos, so individuals will undoubtedly erge to resist,” reassured Gu Changge.
“You need not worry; everything is within my control.”
Given Yan Ji’s long-standing loyalty, Gu Changge felt comfortable sharing so details with her. Wasn’t the arrival of the “hunters” beyond the boundless sea Gu Changge’s strategy to use them as bait, aiming to catch so significant adversaries?
Since the first war against heaven, an extensive period had elapsed—from the age of congenital mythology to the age of conferring immortals and beyond, reaching the forbidden era after the second calamity. Gu Changge firmly believed that dormant old figures existed during this prolonged span.
Despite the heavy casualties in the real world of mountains and seas during the first war against heaven, many true spirits of powerful beings managed to safely reincarnate under Qing Yi’s protection. Yet, until the Forbidden Era, these powerhouses remained concealed.
Even now, these old figures remain hidden, with the immortal domain fragnted and immortal kings controlling multiple universes. Gu Changge disseminated information about the “hunters” from the boundless sea worldwide, hoping to draw these elusive figures out of hiding.
Previous attempts had failed, as they were resolute in concealing their presence. Consequently, Gu Changge opted for a grander sche, forcing them to reveal themselves—unless they were content watching the real world of mountains and seas crumble and sacrifice in obscurity.
“My lord, did you foresee all of this?”
Yan Ji expressed surprise, but her astonishnt quickly turned into a sense of relief. If Gu Changge had everything under control, he had anticipated these events long ago. What cause did she have for concern?
The Upper Realm and Immortal Domain were both cloaked in an uneasy atmosphere. With a century about to elapse, it seed too late to find a solution. Nurous ethnic groups and factions were gripped by anxiety and despair, with so areas descending into chaos.
Unrestrained acts of burning, killing, looting, and all manner of evil deeds beca rampant, consequences be damned, as people sought montary pleasure.
Especially in the distant frontier regions of the universe, far from the upper realm’s center, order disintegrated, laws ceased to exist, and nobody cared about constraints.
Although Divine Kingdom and Heavenly Court heavenly soldiers and generals attempted to quell the chaos, their influence gradually waned. Subsequently, the Divine Kingdom and the Heavenly Court beca increasingly indifferent, seemingly too preoccupied with their affairs to bother with such trivial matters.
Even forces that had submitted to the Divine Kingdom no longer adhered to constraints, opting to pursue their interests, convinced that within a hundred years, catastrophe would strike, leaving no survivors. Despite the might of the Divine Kingdom and Heavenly Court, with nurous immortal kings at Gu Changge’s behest, they appeared powerless against the impending catastrophe.
Amidst this atmosphere, the Immortal Domain and Upper Realm plunged into chaos. Many ancient cities grew restless, and nurous cultivators and creatures perished in the ensuing turmoil. The hard-won stability disintegrated completely, throwing various regions into disorder.
Ancient immortal worlds, immortal forces, and even the immortal king’s families began massive territorial reductions, evacuating to small worlds to preserve a glimr of hope.
In every universe, the echoes of ancient warships reverberated as powerful beings sought paths to migrate to remote, small worlds for refuge. Others opted to withdraw from the world, desiring detachnt from mortal affairs akin to many forbidden areas in the past.
However, even the rulers in criminal areas had awakened, overwheld by the looming disaster that would sweep the entire natural world of mountains and seas, affecting not just the upper realm or immortal domain but the entirety of existence. Escape seed impossible without crossing the boundless ocean.
Gu Changge sat composedly atop the Divine Kingdom, observing the transformations in the worlds and universes below without much change in his emotions. The current chaos was the precursor, yet to truly impact the immortal force. The onset of turmoil in the Immortal Domain and the Upper Realm would comnce when various immortal forces and Immortal Dao factions entered turmoil.
During this period, the Divine Kingdom and Heavenly Court could only “reluctantly” maintain order and tranquility in the surrounding territories. No one dared to stir trouble within their domains at this critical ti.
“Seeing the foundation we painstakingly built over the years on the brink of disintegration is disheartening,” remarked Yin i, her mood complex as she had witnessed the chaos’s beginnings. The divine kingdom had played a significant role in swiftly establishing rule and stability over the heavens.
Gu Changge, however, offered a different perspective, “There is no immortal kingdom in this world. Rather than viewing this as disintegration, it’s more like a new beginning. Order can be rebuilt, and the universe can be reborn even in its shattered state. This catastrophe may usher in new vitality.”
He surveyed the vast universe, noting stability in the territories of the Divine Kingdom and the Heavenly Court while other forces experienced varying degrees of turmoil. Even in the Immortal Domain, wars erupted in nurous universes as several immortal kings guarded vast battlefields, resulting in chaos spreading to surrounding territories and innocent creatures perishing tragically.
“Bringing new vitality? But many will die,” observed Yin i, looking beyond the hall at the vast sea of clouds. Atop the upper realm, the Divine Kingdom sensed the subtle changes affecting all worlds and universes—even the Eight Desolations, Ten Regions, and many surrounding ancient worlds—though the catastrophe had not yet arrived. Its impact had already perated, casting a shadow over all realms.
The Boundary Monunt Sea marked the divide between the Upper Realm, Eight Desolations, and Ten Regions. Without a root or limit, only decrepit boundary monunts stood, bearing witness to its ancient desolation. Within its waves, remnants of ancient realms shattered during wars lay subrged, floating, and sinking, showing signs of decay and desiccation.
Many years had elapsed since the Upper Realm’s previous campaign against the Eight Desolations and Ten Regions. The territories across the Boundary Monunt Sea belonged to the Upper Realm, thanks to the immortal forces that had claid vast regions during the battle.
The true ruler of the Eight Desolation and Ten Regions was Heavenly Maiden Tianlu from the Heavenly Lu City, situated on the shore of the Boundary Monunt Sea. Her unique identity stemd from surrendering to Gu Changge during the war.
As the guardian goddess of Heavenly Lu City, she faced criticism and condemnation from cultivators in the Eight Desolation and Ten Regions. However, it was ultimately due to her intervention that the Eight Desolation and Ten Regions were spared from the Upper Realm’s massacre.
Currently, Heavenly Maiden Tianlu stood at the tower of Heavenly Lu City, gazing towards the sea of boundary monunts. After being brought back from the Immortal Domain by Gu Changge, she returned to Heavenly Lu City to stabilize her cultivation. They seed distant despite learning of nurous rumors and news from the outside world. A hundred years had passed swiftly, yet also remarkably fast.
“The Boundary Monunt Sea has dried up, and there have been peculiar movents during this ti,” remarked Heavenly Maiden Tianlu. Her gaze turned to the other side of the Boundary Monunt Sea, where a large area of the seabed had been exposed, revealing a terrifying rift valley.
The once chaotic atmosphere, veiled by the Boundary Monunt Sea, had dissipated, exposing dilapidated ancient worlds that now floated up and down in the open.
As the Boundary Monunt Sea dried up, the floating ancient worlds vanished. The landscape now resembled a collection of dilapidated ceteries, with weathered corpses scattered about, their white forms eerily terrifying and undisturbed for many years.
Craters covered the ground densely, creating the semblance of independent small worlds—hard to fathom beneath the once-subrged sea of boundary monunts.
Amidst the eerie silence, it was evident that this place had suffered the aftermath of a devastating war long ago. Stars had fallen one after another, leaving endless pits in their wake. The vast expanse, resembling another universe, echoed with death as the immortal the, and the black land extended endlessly in ruins.
During this ti, disturbances frequented the Boundary Monunt Sea’s vicinity. So heard echoes of mountains shouting and tsunamis, while others perceived the sounds of soldiers battling and iron horses galloping amid the starry sky.
“This place was once a battlefield,” uttered an old man, snow-covered and adorned with a white beard, as he silently appeared. With emotion and nostalgia, he walked through the dry sea of boundary markers, treading on cracked land infused with lingering evil spirits and unvanquished murderous intent—a testant to the tragic and terrifying battles that once unfolded there.
The territory was expansive and boundless, marked by countless star-induced craters and a stunning Great Rift Valley that traversed the entire ground. The old man, seemingly a lonely ghost, threaded through the vast territory, uttering obscure and incomprehensible ancient words as if summoning sothing.
Deeper into the terrain lay a corpse pit, with nurous bodies clad in armor and dark iron god clothes. Many bore wounds from terrifying weapons, their dried blood telling tales of past violence. The old man journeyed through the black doom, witnessing destruction, blood rivers, corpses, and coffins scattered underground.
Finally, he arrived at a terrifying crater, seemingly ford by a colossal hand. Coming to a halt, the old man in white gazed at a small, naless grave within. It appeared as a solitary tomb built by an unknown hand.
“Tu Ying, are you still alive?” he questioned, looking at the unmarked grave.
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