Communing with Another Mythological Civilization
The aged voice carried an extreme sense of indifference and despondency, followed by an overwhelming feeling of desolation, bringing a sense of boundless bleakness.
Piles of scriptures were continuously thrown into the fire without hesitation, as if an era was disappearing, turning into the Great Dao Embers in the firelight.
The helpless words spoken by an elderly person on their deathbed, the flickering firelight, the deep and desperate emotions, all carrying the chill of late autumn, give one a very unpleasant feeling.
This scene captivated Wang Xuan, as if he were witnessing the end of a mythical civilization, where even the strongest could not change the inevitable demise of the extraordinary.
His gaze followed the firelight, seeing more figures, and a being sitting on a scripture. There were men and women, humans and races he had never seen before, all of whom were thrown into the firelight along with the scripture, sighing there, then growing old and dying.
Wang Xuan watched quietly; he couldn't change anything, it was all in the Vanished.
One of the scriptures emitted countless strands of sword energy that soared into the sky, shaking down stars from beyond the heavens and disrupting the magnificent Milky Way. Without a doubt, this was the work of a world-shaking figure.
A man with snow-white hair stood outside the realm, atop a scripture, watching the stars sway with his breath and the sword energy emanating from his body, yet he still felt utterly powerless.
"The extraordinary has crumbled, the universe has corrected itself, and my power has begun to dissipate. All my efforts have returned to the dust of the universe."
He held up the sky with his body, but in the end, it still dimmed rapidly until he grew old and passed away peacefully in the scriptures, dying in the passage of time.
At this point, the celestial canopy he had erected, and the mythical planet behind him, vanished completely, never to be seen again.
Wang Xuan was moved. Compared to the present world, this man was definitely an unparalleled powerhouse, the Number One Person in a certain immortal realm, who was fighting against the universe that was correcting errors.
He stood at the forefront, trying to hold onto the last glimmer of his extraordinary light, but fate had already decreed that he would gradually wither away, and as weakness and old age descended upon him, he died like an ordinary person in the passage of time.
Seeing this, Wang Xuan couldn't help but sigh. History serves as a mirror; this is something that is destined to happen in the future, and no one can escape it.
Even peerless experts such as Female Daoist practitioner, Zhang Daoling, ascetic cultivators, and the Ancestor of Celestial Immortals are no exception; they can be compared to the White-haired Man.
The scriptures carried the White-haired Man as he fell into the fire.
Then, Boundless Light burst forth, and a woman with spiritual energy erupting from between her brows, opening up an infinite realm, led the gods and the divine kingdom behind her, soaring into the sky and flying across the world.
However, she was ultimately crushed by the universe; her body dimmed, her transcendence faded, the kingdom of the gods disintegrated, and scripture after scripture burned and fell into the fire.
Those who could soar into the universe and leave a special mark were all unparalleled powerhouses of their time, but what they left for posterity was only regret and a sense of powerlessness.
"Don't burn it, let me see it." Wang Xuan felt heartbroken for them. This was all their life's work, and to throw it into the fire, leaving nothing but ashes, was such a waste.
Even if those people feel that these scriptures are insufficient to continue the mythology and to recreate the Supernatural World, they can still be left for future generations to refer to and to inspire people.
He reached out to touch the scriptures, trying to stop them, even though he didn't know how many years or how many eras had passed, he still did it subconsciously.
"Um?"
His Spiritual Heavenly Eye, his primordial spirit, seemed to have truly touched upon something.
Next, Wang Xuan's body trembled, and his spiritual body stood on the burning scriptures, approaching the ancient people from that long ago.
"Lang Ling?" A man with a relatively young face but weathered eyes and gray hair turned to look at him and spoke in this way.
Of course, that wasn't a real voice, but a spiritual fluctuation that Traversing Space-time, which allowed me to see him!
Wang Xuan was deeply surprised and wanted to speak to convey his mental fluctuations, but he found that he couldn't.
Can ghosts be defined like this? Was it the same as what he had seen before?
Undoubtedly, the man in this scripture is exceptionally powerful; the pages of the scripture radiate a soaring Dao light that revolves around him.
He raised his hand and pressed it down on Wang Xuan, his hand covering the sky. Various runes, accompanied by Daoist fire, burned according to the scriptures, completely engulfing Wang Xuan.
With a bang, Wang Xuan's spirit transformed into a rain of light, disappeared from the scripture, rose up, and returned to his physical body.
At this moment, Wang Xuan found that his heart was pounding violently like a drum, and he was covered in a layer of white sweat.
Just now, he truly and clearly felt the reality of death. His primordial spirit was wiped out with a wave of his hand. Facing such an unparalleled figure, he couldn't move at all and was instantly killed!
"Is this the real difference between me and Old Zhang behind the Great Curtain, and Fang Yuzhu?" He was covered in cold sweat from head to toe.
If you encounter someone like this, you can destroy them with just a glance, and with a wave of your hand, you can annihilate all laws. Across time and space, you can single-handedly cover the sky and deliver a devastating blow.
"He mistook me for a ghost?" Wang Xuan pondered. Was this a matter of redefining this kind of creature, or was the person simply misinterpreting it?
After this ordeal, Wang Xuan felt completely exhausted; it was a real experience of death, and his mind is still on edge.
"Awooo, you're asking for it! Don't go too far!" the Round-faced girl yelled.
Wang Xuan looked down and was shocked to find that he had been too nervous and had touched the Little White Tiger's head again, rubbing it repeatedly. The tiger must have hated him to death.
She had already slipped away, glaring at him warily and fiercely.
"What did you just see?" Wang Xuan asked her, wondering if she had seen him being strangled while standing on the scriptures.
The Round-faced girl was taken aback and shook her head. She hadn't seen anything. But she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "For a moment, you seemed to be dead, as if you had disappeared from this world, leaving only an empty shell."
Wang Xuan silently contemplated the matter, and it wasn't without its benefits. He saw a large number of burning runes covering him. Although they were incomplete scriptures, the momentary spiritual resonance still gave him some enlightenment.
"In that era, many people liked to create their own Small World, to contain themselves, to stand in it, and to believe that all things are constantly regenerating, but they still could not escape the arrival of Exhausted Era."
He sat down cross-legged and tried to experience what he had learned. A hazy divine halo gradually appeared around him. With his level of cultivation, he naturally could not open up Small World, but it still surprised the Little White Tiger, who stared wide-eyed.
"Were you just engrossed in ancient scriptures, sparring with the ancients, and got utterly defeated?" the Round-faced girl asked quickly and urgently.
Wang Xuan's expression immediately turned hostile, and he said, "Give me the image-recording crystal!"
The Little White Tiger said, "I'm doing this for your own good. It's a most valuable experience, reliving a Vanished mythological civilization. The Demon Lord also experienced it back then."
"Tell me what she went through," Wang Xuan said, intrigued.
"She was instantly killed by an unparalleled expert, but she repeatedly rushed in to challenge him, becoming stronger with each setback, thus laying a certain foundation for her future to become an unparalleled force."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan was immediately surprised and prepared to select another exceptionally powerful scripture to capture the mythical texts that would vanish in the moments before his death.
The Little White Tiger quickly exclaimed, "Wait a minute, you forgot something! The Demon Lord took me with him back then, which is why he survived the danger. I was also a party involved in that incident, which means that I was there to turn misfortune into good fortune. Together, together!"
Wang Xuan realized that this white tiger was really shameless; it could even claim credit for his actions.
Looking at her chubby, round face, he couldn't resist again. He pinched her head and rubbed it. Before she could bristle and roar like a tiger, he spoke first, saying, "If you're not afraid of death, then leave your body and come with me."
This time, Wang Xuan stared intently and chose a scripture that seemed extremely astonishing at the moment. As the pages were turned, it appeared as if one galaxy after another was being created and destroyed.
A Round-faced girl left the white tiger's body, her primordial spirit following Wang Xuan, landing on this exceptionally splendid, burning scripture.
Here stood a woman, resembling an Empress. Her spirit, temperament, and physical appearance were no less than Fang Yuzhu's, and her strength was exceptionally powerful. Her domineering expression surpassed that of any man, as if she held all past powerful figures in contempt.
Here, Wang Xuan gained a deeper understanding of the essence of cultivation in this mythical civilization: opening up a Small World is the foundation for an unparalleled powerhouse.
Near this woman, there is a mythical world that she created, which was once magnificent, vast and grand, but now it is being compressed, shrinking to a size similar to her height.
This is her mythical world, changing, condensing, connecting to the distance, transforming into a road like a mythical tunnel.
She was cold and powerful, and with a final, wistful look at the Great Universe outside, she sighed and turned to walk into the depths of the mythical tunnel, as if trying to approach something.
Wang Xuan's pupils contracted. At this moment, he clearly sensed that deep within the tunnel, faint, almost real Energy Substance were emanating from it. They were very faint, but they definitely existed.
This woman, an incredibly powerful being with flowing silver hair, was searching for a power closer to reality, and she had already made some progress.
However, she was still not considered successful. Her extraordinary abilities were corrected, the universe returned to normalcy, and the mythological civilization reached its end. She was destined to fail.
"She is extremely powerful, approaching the Real Substance, but it's a pity," Wang Xuan sighed. However, these thoughts could only resonate in his mind; the actual mental fluctuations could not be transmitted outwards.
He saw the scene after the collapse of the supernatural: the mythical tunnel continued to collapse, the woman and her scriptures burned and fell from the sky, she turned into blood and fire, staining the scriptures together, and the curtain fell.
In her final glance, before vanishing, the woman looked at him and the Round-faced girl without making a move. However, as the scriptures fell, Wang Xuan and the girl exploded, turning into a shower of light and disappearing.
After a period of complete darkness, Wang Xuan and the Little White Tiger both revived. The death felt so real, the experience so profound, leaving a lingering sense of unease.
"See? With me here, everything turned out alright, and we're back safely!" The Round-faced girl immediately took credit after returning to her physical body.
Wang Xuan couldn't stand her, so he pressed down on her tiger head and stroked it again and again!
"Awoo..." she bared her teeth and brandished her claws.
Wang Xuan sat cross-legged, constantly experiencing death, standing on those scriptures from unknown eras time and time again, indirectly communicating with another mythological civilization.
The benefits are obvious. Some extremely powerful individuals are also looking for a way out, wanting to recreate a new Mythological World, and have begun to get closer to real energy.
As Wang Xuan was comprehending and absorbing the scriptures, he vaguely sensed the strange substances emanating from the fire, and for a moment, he seemed to see a real place.
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