The End of Mythology's Burning

"Activate!" A White-haired Man held a painted fan with a magnificent Map of Mountains and Rivers on it. With a powerful wave, auspicious light shone forth, and a spectacular landscape appeared, piercing through a mountain in front of him, revealing an ancient Cave Mansion Ruins.

At the edge of the earth, a red-haired youth held a nine-story pagoda in his hands, his face showing astonishment as he stared at the great swamp in front of him, where the legendary Innate Yin-Yang Energies were intertwined, flowing, and rising.

He was shocked and instantly summoned the Immortal Pagoda to take away the legendary substance, making the pagoda Peerless Exotic Treasure.

At this time, in this New World, people everywhere have found fortune and strange objects, but a large number of people have also died. Mad beasts roam freely, and desperate situations have emerged. Going to the wrong place will mean certain death.

The Round-faced girl sat opposite the fire, absorbing some strange substances rising from the flames. She stood up and said, "This place is yours."

She was about to leave when she couldn't stand looking at that face. Even if she couldn't kill him, she wanted to grab him and chop his buttocks off with his long knife!

Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about it. Since she could only endure it, she decided to just ignore it and not worry about it.

Wang Xuan asked in surprise, "This campfire isn't anything special. It just contains some special Energy Substance. It's neither dangerous nor does it bring any great fortune. Why is everyone talking about it and wanting to find a pile of it?"

"Do you know what kind of fire this is?" The Round-faced girl raised her chin proudly. She didn't want to talk to him at first, but she couldn't help herself.

"I don't know, and you don't know either?" Wang Xuan looked at her.

"The Demon Lord said that this might be the Great Dao Embers. You think it's that simple? It can burn to death a Celestial Immortal and destroy a Demon Saint. It becomes stronger when it encounters a strong opponent and weaker when it encounters a weak one. You are too weak. You did not activate it and did not let it reveal its due fortune and danger."

She held her chin high, exuding confidence. Years ago, she had been led by the Demon Lord to experience the real yet terrifying Civilization Fire, a memory that remained vivid to this day.

"That is a kind of fortune, and not many people can experience it. You should know that a peerless expert who once competed with the Demon Lord died in the fire."

The Round-faced girl turned her back on him and walked away, saying, "You shouldn't overthink it. You're still young. Accumulate experience and strive for a breakthrough in the future to find an opportunity to experience the truth in the firelight."

These fires flicker unpredictably, appearing at any time or from any place. Encountering one is merely a first encounter; to truly delve into its reality is a stroke of luck, but few have ever done so throughout history.

In fact, even some unparalleled masters are unable to obtain this fire.

"In a great era, it's already quite remarkable if even one or two people can grasp the Civilization Embers..." The Round-faced girl stopped abruptly, sensing something was amiss.

Then, her eyes widened, sharp and piercing. What was going on? Why was everything around her blurry? It wasn't quite the same as her experience back then, but the atmosphere was somewhat similar.

She turned abruptly to the fireside and saw Wang Xuan, his face solemn, holding the God Slaying Banner to guard against her, staring at the fire as if trying to see through and comprehend something.

Then, some scenery appeared around us, and the world seemed to gradually change.

She was dumbfounded. That... it worked? Although she knew this despicable young man was extraordinary, and she had deliberately provoked him earlier, she hadn't expected that he would actually achieve something right under her nose.

Where does this leave Baihu Shangxian's beautiful face? He was just saying he was no good, but in the blink of an eye, he gave her a shock, presenting a miraculous scene and making the mythical civilization reappear in the firelight.

"Wait for me! The fire is extremely dangerous! I'll protect you!" The Round-faced girl shamelessly ran over, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity.

"I'll feel more at ease if you stay away from me," Wang Xuan replied, staring at the fire and holding the God Slaying Banner.

"No, the Demon Lord said I have to take responsibility for you. In order for you to fulfill the Demon Lord's request, I have to protect you. You can't die now!" The Round-faced girl rushed over.

However, on the way, she screamed, "Oh no, I'm lost! Quickly guide me, and we'll call it even! I won't hold you accountable anymore!"

Around her, there were silent streets, an unfamiliar city, empty and cold, without a sound.

This is a mysterious city, unlike any other in any era she has ever lived through. The buildings are close to modern, yet an ancient atmosphere permeates the city.

"Heavenly Demon— Blood Peacock?!" She immediately bristled. On a building by the street, she saw a hanged person with a broken neck, swaying there. He had been dead for many years and had already dried up.

This was a renowned celestial demon, one of the top three geniuses of her era, who died here just like that. No wonder she disappeared without a trace back then.

The empty streets, the unfamiliar city, all the buildings with their mottled ancient charm, in the sunset, there was an indescribable loneliness, as if the whole world had come to an end, all living things had perished, and only she was left.

The Round-faced girl was frightened. This was different from her experience back then; she wasn't seeing the same fire, but it still made her feel intensely uneasy.

She felt she might die here!

The strange spectacle created by this embers of civilization is truly one of killing the strong and sparing the weak, without any rhyme or reason.

The street was quiet, except for the sound of her own footsteps. No, there was another person's footsteps. She turned around sharply, but there was nothing there.

Brush!

Her hair stood on end as she felt the cold fingernails graz her neck, drawing blood. They had almost severed her head.

Boom!

She went berserk, desperately casting spells and attacking the area. All the beams of light struck the ground and bombarded the buildings, but not a single drop of water was stirred. Those places remained completely still and undamaged.

She ran forward quickly and saw another corpse, hanged from a building by the roadside. She looked at it carefully, her scalp tingling, and recognized it.

"In the past, she was an unparalleled genius among Daoist Master, a person who dared to compete with Fang Yuzhu in her youth. She actually died here!"

This time it was a woman, beautiful and lifelike, her neck severed by a black rope, dangling there swaying, still not dried up.

The Little White Tiger was so frightened that its fur stood on end, and its soul seemed to float away. This kind of person's "spirituality" is absolutely extraordinary, but it still couldn't pass the test and died tragically.

She felt that if she relied on herself, she would surely die.

"Demon Lord, I... I'm sorry for now. I need to live so I can serve you." She muttered fearfully and guiltily.

"Wang Xuan, come and get me out of here! Didn't you want to see the Demon Lord dance? I have one! She really does dance to her heart's content sometimes. I have Imprint Crystal here. Come and rescue me!"

The Round-faced girl was furious. Her heart was filled with gloom. She knew that even a demon saint might die if they came in. The key was that unspeakable thing—spirituality.

When the Demon Lord first entered, he wasn't very strong and hadn't yet risen to prominence, but his comprehension was unparalleled, and he frequently had flashes of inspiration. He led her through the trials without any major incidents.

She felt that she was probably not as talented as Wang Xuan, so she loudly asked for help.

"Is there really such a peerless celestial dance?" From somewhere ahead, in the twilight, came Wang Xuan's voice.

Sure enough, his spiritual power was far superior to hers; he could hear her cries for help and see her? However, when she looked in the direction of the sound, she saw nothing. She quickly exclaimed, "There is!"

At this moment, Wang Xuan was also extremely shocked. He stared at the fire, his spirit left his body, and tried to see its essence with his divine eye. When he tried to read the fragments of those scriptures, the things around him changed.

Unfamiliar streets, a city from an unknown era, vaguely and gradually becoming real, surrounding him within them.

At that moment, he was in a square where large amounts of scriptures were being burned, and countless books were being thrown into the fire. He only saw a pair of rough and aged hands, throwing these secret books without any hesitation, and setting them all on fire.

He heard the Little White Tiger's cries for help, and what he saw shocked him, because the Little White Tiger had found a black rope and was about to hang itself.

"Are you crazy? Why would you commit suicide?" Wang Xuan asked, puzzled.

In the square, he looked at the Round-faced girl not far away. She had hanged herself with practiced ease; the black rope had already slipped around her neck, her tongue was sticking out, and her spirit was also being strangled, already weakened.

"I... no, there's a demon... holding my hand, there's something dirty, trying to kill me!" The Round-faced girl stuck out her tongue, stared wide-eyed, and screamed weakly, her face flushed red.

She was on the verge of death; her neck was about to break, and her very soul was about to be severed. Those black ropes were terrifying.

Wang Xuan frowned, waved the God Slaying Banner, and pointed forward. A golden grid spread out, impacting the street. With a bang, it severed the black rope that could sever a person's primordial spirit, and the Little White Tiger fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, Wang Xuan saw a pair of long, slender, white hands dripping blood leave the Round-faced girl's nape, a truly gruesome sight.

"Wang Xuan, take me there quickly!" The Round-faced girl was completely enraged and felt extremely ashamed that she had actually asked him for help and begged him to save her life.

However, when she thought that even the Demon Saint was helpless here and in danger of perishing, her heart strengthened again, and she was no longer afraid of losing face.

"Step to the left, avoiding the large black hole in the ground in front of you," Wang Xuan reminded her, urging her to hurry over.

However, the White Tiger True Immortal took a step to the right, her legs disobeying her, and she jumped straight into a dark hole that she couldn't see at all.

She immediately sensed something was wrong. A pair of icy hands grabbed her ankles with immense strength, dragging her towards the pitch-black, hellish underground.

"Oh dear, a ghost? I can't see it, but it really exists. How can it attack even my physical body? Wang Xuan, quickly guide me there!"

Wang Xuan was speechless. The Round-faced girl was so timid. She was usually so fierce, but now she was so cowardly. Little did he know that many important figures had died here, their fates extremely tragic. He didn't understand, so naturally he didn't have that feeling.

Whoosh!

At the crucial moment, Wang Xuan cast out the fishing line and hook, which directly hooked the Little White Tiger's hairpin, suspending her in the air.

"Ah, someone's trying to hang me again!" she cried out, struggling wildly.

Wang Xuan tried to lure her with a dark expression, but couldn't get her to move. His expression changed slightly, and he quickly waved the God Slaying Banner again. Golden patterns intertwined, and a muffled sigh came from the dark hole. Then, he directly lured the Little White Tiger over.

Wang Xuan looked down on her, thinking she was too useless; a dignified White Tiger Immortal was actually waiting for him to save her.

"It's not what you think. Even a demon ancestor might die if he came in, and even a peerless expert might encounter an accident if he accidentally wanders in. Of course I'm afraid."

The Round-faced girl was so ashamed and indignant that she finally transformed into a Little White Tiger about a foot long, drew circles on the ground to curse, and then covered her face, not wanting to move anymore. She had been so embarrassed today.

Wang Xuan stroked its head; the feel was... really nice. He then stroked it a couple more times.

"Awooo, what are you doing?!" The Little White Tiger bristled.

"Where's the recording crystal? Stop playing dead!" Wang Xuan glanced at her, not forgetting about it.

Then, he quickly looked into the firelight and saw piles of scriptures being thrown in by that rough, aged hand, accompanied by a sound.

"Since you can't get close to the truth, what use are you? Leaving you here will only harm future generations. Burn them all." The old voice, filled with helplessness and despair, spoke amidst the stacks of burning scriptures.