The supernatural was receding. The "Soul of Mythology" had left its body, formally breaking away from the old universe!
Tens of millions of races were struggling to cross over. It was vast and magnificent, an epic grand spectacle seen only once per era.
Inevitably, most people fell behind. They could not catch up with the departing Mythical Center and would remain forever in this familiar Great Universe.
There was blood and bone along the way, and even more injured people. Cries drifted over as they stared into deep space, their faces pale and filled with despair.
Wang Xuan looked back, and mixed feelings surged within him at the sight.
He had experienced the end of mythology before, so he had the most right to speak on it. Different universes each had their own tragedies.
Back in the Mother Universe, the Transcendent Immortals had truly had nowhere to go.
Now, the Supernatural Practitioners of the Mythical Center universe were all struggling to cross over. Though bloodshed and chaos had erupted, at the very least, many people had set out.
The Supernatural Practitioners left behind in that universe would, just as Wang Xuan had once seen and experienced, gradually decay and return to the ordinary. Aging, sickness, and death would be unavoidable.
Wang Xuan had once sent off an entire generation. Even now, he could not forget it, and he never wanted to experience such partings of life and death again.
He took a look one last time, then charged into the distance with the others, resolutely leaving this Great Universe.
Even after rushing far away, some Supernatural Practitioners' sorrowful cries and shouts still echoed by his ears. Some had even gone mad.
"Why did this era end before even two thousand years had passed? I curse it—those who endure will not