Chapter 271: The Collapse Of The Transcendent World
The crimson blood cascaded down like a massive, blood-red waterfall, connecting the azure sea below with the "silver moon" above.
The Ferryman was horrified but had nowhere to escape. Bound by the Old Covenant, he was doomed to stay here.
He was utterly shaken, realizing the eternally quiet silver moon was actually a creature's pupil. Staring into the night sky, he wondered what lay beyond the dark firmament. Why was the pupil bleeding, and who had wounded it?
On the Old World, the Great Curtain spanned heaven and earth, a sight of boundless terror. It wasn't just one, but several, far surpassing other realms.
An ultimate Taoist in the Curtain looked back, gazing at the familiar land in silence.
A Sword Immortal's gaze was complex as he observed the real world. He ascended during the season of floating tea blossoms, now separated by the Middle Ages, forever unable to return.
As half the territories behind the Great Curtain extinguished, many beings from the celestial realms perished silently. Yellow paper money floated down in the dark sky, evoking a sense of an era long past.
On the New World, the Great Curtain was equally grand. The immortals within trembled as their realm withered, with an unknown malevolence sweeping across the land and a drastic decline in the mysterious substance.
"Within a year, the celestial realm will be desolate, the Great Curtain and the myths with it fading away like a bubble," a supreme being spoke in a deep voice. What was supposed to take over two years now rapidly accelerated, and further anomalies could hasten this demise.
Other transcendent planets were similar, with Great Curtains emerging as if a wind swept through the cosmic starry sky, changing all life-bearing planets with mythological stories.
On the New World, the common folk screamed in fear, excitement, and shock. Most were deeply unsettled.
However, the Great Curtain enveloping the New World didn't linger long. After extinguishing half its territory, it gradually faded away.
Wang Xuan stood outside Yu City, gazing at the sky, then towards the horizon, taking a deep breath. The world felt different now.
When he tried to use his transcendent powers, the consumption of mysterious factors accelerated, as if eagerly responding to a call, rushing away, fleeing.
"Where are you going?" he projected his spirit, watching the departing mysterious substance. It was breaking down, dissipating, vanishing completely.
He frowned, noticing that after his spirit left his body, the consumption of the mysterious substance was greater and faster than before. The reshaping of the real world was targeting the transcendent!
Wang Xuan's spirit returned to his body. He took out the dark red ancient lamp and gently activated it. An arrow feather flew out, but its range was not as far as before.
"The power is weakened!" Wang Xuan observed the dark red metal lamp body. Using his celestial eye, he looked inside at its several layers of mysterious runes. The first layer, which had previously been revived, now appeared dimmer and less bright than before.
Soon after, Wang Xuan entered Yu City and headed to the Huang family to gather spoils of war. Huang Kun had intended to use his flesh and blood to pave the way for the Celestials' return, so Wang Xuan saw no reason to be polite. He decided to empty this family that prided itself on its ancient practices.
In the Huang residence, he found many scriptures and secret texts of exceptional quality. The Huang family, walking the pure path of the martial immortal, was indeed not simple. Unfortunately, no rare treasures were found, only some weapons and magical items, none of which caught his eye.
In Su City, Kristin and Hansolo, who followed their own deity, walked the streets in heavy cloaks. Suddenly, they stopped, feeling their bodies become ethereal.
They had come here to wait for Wang Xuan's return to the Cultivation Hall to observe this unique young man. But now, sensing the change, they turned and left.
"Is my existence about to vanish?" Hansolo moved through the crowd, feeling his divinely lit flame dimming and his faith-based form blurring.
"Even with abundant faith, the end of the transcendent means I will cease to exist," he muttered somberly, disappearing outside Su City. For him, this was an apocalypse!
Without a turnaround, even a deity like him, who had lit the divine fire and raised a kingdom of gods, would utterly perish, leaving no trace of divinity in the world.
In a secluded villa, Zhou Chong also silently experienced this change. His form, now a blood-colored human silhouette, tried to resonate with his fractured true bone, attempting a certain technique. But the overwhelming flow of the mysterious substance led to his failure.
In an instant, his blood-colored silhouette shivered, not with cold but with a deep-seated fear from the soul. The rules of the transcendent... had failed!
"What does this mean? The myths are decaying from the source!"
If it were just the exhaustion of the mysterious substance, the ebbing of its tide, Zhou Chong wouldn't have been so terrified. He could have stored enough mystical elements in advance, used them sparingly in the future to conserve, possibly lasting many years, maybe even until a turning point.
But now, the transcendent rules themselves ceased to exist, crumbling from their very foundation!
Three months ago, during his great battle with the Number Five Mechanical Being, he had used transcendent rules to defeat his opponent. Now, he had lost that ability. This was a powerful technique granted to him by the celestial bone.
"Why has it come to this?" He looked out the window at the sky, bright and clear, the air seemingly fresher, yet the transcendent world had collapsed!
Even if the mysterious substance didn't ebb, it would be impossible for beings of the Earthly Immortal level to appear in the future!
In fact, the mysterious substance was rapidly decaying, evaporating.
Today, it started with the battle at Golden Summit Mountain, followed by the emergence of the great veils across various places, causing panic among the ordinary people. Fortunately, the phenomenon didn't last long.
Soon, experts from various disciplines, including mystical studies and human potential research, appeared to interpret and research the occurrences.
After several days of turmoil, the storm gradually subsided.
But since that day, Wang Xuan distinctly felt a change in the world. There was an indescribable sensation, a sense of oppression in the atmosphere of the New World.
It was like the calm before a storm, seemingly brewing something ominous!
During these days, blood-red lightning tore through the skies of the New World daily, accompanied by torrential rain.
Wang Xuan knew that these were definitely the Celestials returning, desperately fleeing back to the mortal world regardless of the cost. The great veil was extinguishing, and those legendary immortals were becoming increasingly agitated, all seeking ways to escape.
Countless beings from behind the great veil had escaped back to the New World.
News from the Old World indicated even more severe occurrences than on the New World. Blood-colored thunderous waterfalls were common, and torrential rains and astonishing phenomena occurred daily.
"Should I return to the Old World for a while? With the great veil extinguishing prematurely, does the Sword Maiden need to be awakened sooner? What's her current condition?" Wang Xuan pondered, his brows furrowed.
At the same time, he wondered if the mysterious world he entered through the mist emanating from the Earthly Soil could be the realm beyond the great veil. If so, he might be able to save people on the New World, confront enemies, and do much more!
"What exactly is going to happen in the real world?" Wang Xuan wandered through various parts of the New World.
He was searching for Celestials, seeking beings who had returned from behind the great veil.
The jest of the past about Sakyamuni residing in the front yard, Zhang Daoling opening a breakfast shop at the doorstep, and the Nine Heavens Profound Lady living next door - was such a scenario about to unfold?
Or was there another storm brewing, ready to erupt? Wang Xuan observed the increasingly abnormal mortal world.
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