My Mythical World Chapter 3: A Devastating Extinction of Lifeforms!

"Why has everything perished?" Jiang Ping awoke to the dreadful news that a staggering 99% of the living creatures in the once vibrant world had t their untily demise. Just yesterday, the fish had undergone a remarkable transformation, evolving into amphibians. Jiang Ping had anticipated witnessing the animated spectacle of animals traversing the newly erged land. However, to his astonishnt, even the heartland of the ocean teetered on the brink of extinction! Furthermore, the terrestrial landscape appeared desolate and barren, devoid of any hint of greenery. The magnificent centerpiece of this world, the colossal tree, stood as a re skeletal remnant, its once lush foliage completely depleted. Jiang Ping wondered if it had succumbed to the barren land. Lost in contemplation, Jiang Ping's reverie was abruptly disrupted by a sight in the heavens. Swiftly, pitch-black clouds, native to this world, lood overhead, as if a celestial force sought to chastise the very essence of the tree itself. A resounding thunderclap reverberated through the air, fueling Jiang Ping's flickering hope. The grand tree, once destined to be the arboreal embodint of the world, collapsed under the weight of expectations. It was truly lifeless now, having t its ultimate demise. A perplexed Jiang Ping mused upon the rapid decay of his newfound world. How had his splendid advancents of the previous day resulted in such a profound transformation overnight? Moreover, he astutely observed that the rainfall from the darkened sky cascaded down as obsidian tears, emitting a hissing sound upon contact with the ground. Even the vast ocean had beco tainted, cloaked in swathes of ebony liquid. Quickly, Jiang Ping retrieved his Genesis watch log and opened it to the second page, eager to view the chronicles of this original world. Primordial Calendar, Epoch Era, Proterozoic Era, Archaic Era: The ergence of amphibians, the gradual appearance of land-dwelling creatures, and the ethereal dance of insects in the skies. The majestic central tree, while not exhibiting signs of growth, had still managed to absorb the scarce spiritual energy, albeit at a distance. The closer one ventured towards the heart of the world, the scarcer life beca. Regrettably, the inhabitants proliferated recklessly, heedless of their own destructive tendencies, constantly ravaging their fragile environnt. As a consequence, oxygen and spiritual energy were relentlessly depleted, pushing the world to the very brink of its limits. Countless denizens of the seas t their demise, while plants and animals on the continents withered away, vanishing from existence. Ultimately, the heavens wept acid rain, precipitating the catastrophic demise of 99% of all creatures. In a final act of divine retribution, the celestial thunderbolts summoned by a wrathful deity cast their fury upon the central tree, obliterating its presence. Only a flicker of life endured within the profound depths of the ocean. Observing the dramatic tamorphosis that had unfolded while he slumbered, Jiang Ping found himself overwheld with conflicting emotions. Initially, he had attributed the calamity to external forces beyond the celestial realms, only to discover that it was, in fact, the culmination of the creatures' own misguided actions. The central tree, once revered as the progenitor of all life, had occupied a sacred position at the very heart of the world. Yet, it had fallen victim to the celestial thunderclap, sent by none other than God Himself! "These creatures possess an insatiable appetite, perpetually taking without regard for the harmony of existence. Even the central tree voraciously absorbed the spiritual energy, transforming the surrounding thousand-mile radius into a lifeless wasteland. It is no wonder the world has t this tragic fate," Jiang Ping lanted, his voice tinged with lancholy. Despite the overwhelming misfortune, he found solace in the fact that the creatures, though ravaged, had not been utterly extinguished, with a glimr of life still smoldering within the ocean's depths. Jiang Ping cast his gaze upon the desolate remnants of the ravaged Earth, the aftermath of its devastation. A relentless downpour of acidic rain descended from the heavens, mingling with the vast ocean expanse, generating frothy white bubbles that burst upon the water's surface. Each eruption released a potent surge of thane gas, filling the air with its pungent presence. Shaking his head in dismay at the desolation surrounding him, Jiang Ping understood that the natural recovery of this environnt would require a million years to co to fruition. "Ti must be manipulated!" he declared with unwavering determination, resolute in his mission to expedite the restoration. The chronicle of the original world unfolded before his eyes, accelerating with a rapid pace. As the deluge of acid rain diminished, and the environnt plumted to its bleakest depths, a glimr of hope began to erge, signaling the possibility of a gradual decline and eventual recovery. It was at this lowest ebb that the faintest spark of optimism ignited. The once murky ocean gradually cleared, revealing a delicate procession of diminutive creatures, erging cautiously from the depths and venturing forth into the transford world. Beneath the ashen shroud that blanketed the desolate ground, tender buds exerted determined effort, pushing through the debris in their unyielding quest for existence. As they broke free, they exhaled life-sustaining oxygen and released ethereal traces of mana, nourishing the soil and fostering its rejuvenation. "It appears that the initial cataclysmic extinction did not transpire devoid of silver linings. The surviving creatures have acquired a profound understanding of responsible guardianship, recognizing the insurmountable toll of wanton pollution. They have comnced contributing positively to the world," Jiang Ping mused, his thoughts imrsed in contemplation. "In the wake of innurable animal and plant demises, the Earth experiences a resurgence in fertility. Ah!" A sudden realization sparked within Jiang Ping's gaze as it fixed upon the center of the original world, suffused with astonishnt. From amidst the wreckage of the fallen central tree, a tiny sapling erged, its growth painstakingly gradual yet resolute. "But how? Did not the thunderous wrath unleashed by the gods vanquish its vitality? Such an occurrence seems implausible," Jiang Ping murmured, his voice laced with awe, as he turned to consult his Genesis watch in an earnest quest to unravel the enigma shrouding the past. Under the relentless barrage of divine retribution, the colossal behemoth, soaring to a staggering height of nine kiloters, had been utterly defenseless. The central giant tree should have succumbed to its inevitable demise. However, in its final monts, it unleashed the accumulated reservoirs of spiritual energy amassed over millennia, channeling it selflessly back into the Earth. It was through this altruistic act that the faintest flicker of life within the planet persisted. "It seems that in its final breaths, the tree comprehended that survival is not attained through plunder but through a cycle of reciprocal nourishnt," Jiang Ping finally grasped the intricate tapestry of the narrative, marveling at the sheer grandeur of the world's unfolding evolution. Death invariably begets new life, breathing vitality into all creatures. This ti, the process of evolutionary transformation unfurled with astonishing celerity, endowing the organisms with heightened vigor and fortitude. Erging from the ocean's depths, a colossal monster of unparalleled proportions, spanning a majestic fifty ters in length and weighing a staggering three hundred tons, revealed itself. Jiang Ping christened this indomitable force of the sea Canglong, an undisputed overlord commanding unrivaled supremacy. Though other creatures evolved unique traits such as powerful cellular generation, lethal venom, and specialized attacks, none could contest the dominion of this colossal entity. In this realm, size equated to strength, while strength epitomized ferocity. Yet amidst this diverse array of creatures, one particular mollusk seized Jiang Ping's attention. It had managed to survive the cataclysmic mass extinction that had claid the lives of other formidable overlords. This extraordinary being stood alone, bearing a single na that held a profound significance, its true nature and purpose veiled in mystery. "Dog" In the vast tapestry of existence, there is a creature that encapsulates the very essence of resilience and adaptationa creature whose evolutionary path defies the conventional norms of growth and survival. While other beings strive to increase in size for improved hunting capabilities, this remarkable creature treads a different path. With each stride in its evolutionary journey, it shrinks in size, defying the notion that mightier is better. Astonishingly, it has developed the ability to thrive by subsisting on mud, and it can even endure in a protective shell for a remarkable span of a hundred years! These unique beings, known as the Ancestral Shell Beasts, have recently embarked on a daring migration towards the coastline, perhaps driven by an innate yearning to evolve into amphibians. They seek to adapt themselves further, enhancing their chances of survival in a changing world. This profound transformation has not gone unnoticed, and a renowned scholar nad Jiang Ping bestowed upon them this apt na, which pays homage to their ancestral origins. Gradually, nurous other creatures have followed suit, crawling towards the ocean's edge. Unlike the wild proliferation of continental plants in bygone eras, the flora of this age has exhibited a newfound sense of self-awareness and harmony with their surroundings. No longer do they blindly compete for sunlight and water, but instead, they thrive in balance, embracing a more symbiotic relationship with their environnt. The passage of millions of years has witnessed the majestic resurgence of a colossal tree, its towering height stretching once more to a grand kiloter. However, this ti, its growth unfolds at a asured pace, imbued with an aura of tranquility and stability. Life no longer flourishes beneath its canopy, but a cluster of parasitic plants has established residence upon its sturdy branches. These tenacious organisms, having evolved in symbiosis with the tree, have taken on a fragrant carnivorous nature akin to the pitcher plants found on Earth. Alas, the tranquility was not destined to last, for it seed that the echoes of the preceding era still reverberated through the ages. The continental masses trembled with seismic intensity, volcanoes erupted in an unending symphony, and torrents of molten magma swept across the world, leaving in their wake a rciless wave of forest fires that relentlessly pursued fleeing creatures. In the wake of a cataclysmic eruption from a colossal super volcano, reaching a staggering height of 5,000 ters, the very fabric of the skies and earth underwent a dramatic transformation. The hue of the world shifted, and a multitude of creatures succumbed to their demise. Only a re tenth of the original inhabitants of the continent managed to cling to survival, with the underground dwellers, capable of burrowing intricate tunnels, barely escaping the clutches of destruction. In this dire epoch, it beca apparent that those endowed with colossal fras faced a swifter demise. Even the mighty Canglong, the ocean's first-generation super overlord, t an untily end. Its colossal, fifty-ter-long carcass drifted lifelessly upon the sea's surface, leaving Jiang Ping to ruefully shake his head at the spectacle. In the aftermath of the volcanic eruption, a dense shroud of dust cloaked the sky, obscuring the sun and casting its somber pall across the entire world. The ocean, too, fell victim to this contamination, as a macabre parade of lifeless creatures floated upon its surface. A morbid tableau unfolded, with the unending expanse of water bearing witness to an eerie sea of carcasses. On the second page of Genesis, ancient inscriptions began to erge, etching a chronicle of the original calendar, the desolate epochs of the past, and the world's gradual renaissance. A new era of prosperity and abundance comnced, surpassing even the splendors of antiquity, yet it was tainted by the specter of mortality that clung to every soul. The magnificent central tree, though ravaged by fire, clung valiantly to a sliver of life at its core. Revitalized by a flicker of vitality, it stood as a testant to resilience in the face of destruction. --- END OF THE CHAPTER --- [Join Our Discord for regular updates and have fun with other community mbers: /invite/SqWtJpPtm9 ]