Chapter 438: Waking up

Chapter 438: Waking up

Each divine treasure, the crystallization of a transcendent civilization's heart and soul, woven from the highest laws of the Dao of Immortals, vibrated in unison. Their patterns expanded, foretelling catastrophic consequences.

"This is the residual echo of the old mythic world's complete decay," a supreme being commented from behind the veil, observing the resonance of three divine treasures in the distance, making no move to seize them. At this crucial juncture, the Human World Sword, the Wandering Boat, and the Ascension Banner activated autonomously, deterring any from approaching. This moment, fraught with deadly force, was not one to capture treasures.

Currently, the treasures sliced through the heavens, bobbing in the currents of history, resonating with the supreme laws of this era, affecting all transcendents.

They seemed to wail in sorrow, witnessing destruction and repeating history, marking the end of this civilization.

"Our era is ending, the twilight of the immortals approaches, and though it's unbearable, we are powerless to stop it," spoke Ling Luan Immortal, one of the few female immortals of the Curtain Sky realm in the clouds, her forehead marked with a red mole depicting various grandiose scenes of ancient and modern valor.

Those scenes encapsulated the Immortal Realm's era of prosperity and turmoil, from its zenith, where all immortals swore grand oaths, to the withering of talents and the downfall of ancient empires, all culminating in an end, turning even the Immortal Realm into a mere memory.

"It's like a grand dream about to wake, where everything ceases to exist," someone murmured softly. Each vibration of the divine treasures served as a reminder that the fabric of the Immortal Realm was fraying.

Everyone could feel the Immortal Realm dimming, weakening infinitely. The cosmic correction was underway, and this semi-material, semi-energetic plane couldn't hold much longer.

"No one has truly become immortal. What fled here were but fragmented spirits, deluding themselves in this illusory veil, believing this to be the Immortal Realm, that we had ascended. But what's the reality? Merely shackled souls dancing, comforting themselves with grand illusions. In truth, at the moment of supposed ascension, we perished, our true bodies destroyed by thunder, our bones carrying a trace of life buried in the mortal world. You and I in this veil, neither human nor ghost, where is the true immortality? We're but remnants of souls from our trials, wandering in dreams for years."

And so, some, in their frenzied introspection, looked back on thousands of years turned to dust. The fleeting glamour of the Immortal Realm, just a passing dream, it's time to awaken.

"Listening to the dirge of this mythological civilization is also listening to our own. The Immortal Realm is dimming," a supreme being wandered the lands of the Immortal Realm, as if memorizing its final vistas. The veil was decaying, the transcendental flame on the verge of extinguishment. What remained were memories of power once held, signaling their own demise.

In the current world, the situation was equally grave. Super-materials had vanished, and the rules were collapsing. The remnants of the Immortal Realm's influence were all that could be drawn upon.

As the divine treasures trembled, they seemed to lament, revealing grave issues with the Immortal Realm's highest laws.

In An City, Zhou Qinghuang lamented, "It's brutal. We're being suppressed again, feeling the malice in the cosmos. There's no room to maneuver. Once the cosmos corrects itself, the mythological world becomes a bloody spectacle."

"You're mistaken," Gu Mingxi corrected. "This isn't merely bloodshed; it's the decay of a transcendental civilization, awaiting the final flame to erase its existence."

Such was the sentiment even among renowned immortals like them, let alone others, all targeted and oppressed.

Upon his return, he was greeted by Chen Yongjie's young, resentful gaze fixed upon him. "I stood by your side, even harboring the Creation True Crystal, absorbing substances close to reality, yet I was still shaken down by you!" Chen lamented. From near the ninth realm, he was demoted to the early stages of the eighth, which, all things considered, wasn't too outrageous. Wang Xuan realized the celestial ceiling must have struck particularly hard this time.

Indeed, the shake was excessive. Deep in the cosmos aboard the ancient spaceship, Fang Yuzhu, Yan Yanyun, Zhang Daoling, and Mingxue Jiaozu all suffered greatly from the shock, dropping realms despite their best efforts to the third layer of the Transcendental realm, failing to guard against it. "To think our defenses were breached, climbing back up seems daunting," Zhang remarked in disbelief, casting aside the cracked mirror that clung to his face.

Following this trend, even if their primary selves returned from beyond the veil to merge and unify, preserving even the initial stages of the Transcendental realm by the time the superhuman flame extinguished seemed a tall order. "Our earlier optimism was misplaced. Forget ascending to the earth immortal realm; maintaining the early Transcendental stages by the end now appears a challenging feat. Let's hope we don't regress significantly," lamented Mingxue Jiaozu in pessimism.

"We've just returned, only to be demoted. What exactly transpired in that final moment before our spiritual essences departed?" Yan Yanyun pondered, unable to recall.

In Fang Yuzhu's view, Wang Xuan, through deep spiritual meditation, conjured their existences, making all of them his incarnations. Together, they delved into the Spiritual Insanity Technique, contributing to its resolution. In essence, this whole ordeal was a unique creation by Wang Xuan himself, a manifestation of his alternative method crafting.

Now that they have returned, all traces of their involvement have vanished, with no memories of their participation remaining.

However, they understood that their departure of spiritual essence was linked to Wang Xuan, especially since Qingmu provided tangible evidence. Wang Xuan was on the verge of assembling half a skirt, which even unsettled Yan Yanyun.

"This subsequent shockwave, could it be related to Wang Xuan?" Zhang Daoling speculated. Yet, he ultimately dismissed the idea, stating, "Unlikely. It's primarily due to the tremors of several treasures, constantly affecting the supreme rules of the Immortal Realm."

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"Waking from the dream, the mental turmoil has been resolved." Upon Wang Xuan's return, his reunification with his physical form was instantaneous, triggering a profound metamorphosis throughout his body. His flesh and blood began to undergo a qualitative transformation, with vital substances coursing through him, remolding his physique from head to toe.

Chen Yongjie and Qingmu were taken aback by the intensity of this metabolic acceleration, far more fierce than anything Wang Xuan had experienced before.

Advancing from the tenth to the eleventh realm, Wang Xuan underwent three intense moltings, leaving behind blood and various viscous substances – the byproducts of his extreme metabolic process.

This transformation was a rebirth, elevating him to the forefront of known realms. He experienced a newfound vitality and a surge in both strength and combat prowess that far surpassed his previous limits.

"This realm shall be known as the Frontier." He mused to himself. Standing at the theoretical pinnacle, he felt entitled to name it. To move forward, he would have to traverse this frontier in search of new worlds.

Wang Xuan sensed an emerging opportunity. Equipped with the Elixir Furnace, he felt prepared to journey through the mortal realm, ready to confront any challenges, even if that meant facing the fearsome dragon once more.

What was once beyond his reach now seemed attainable. Wang Xuan harbored ambitions of venturing into the depths of space.