The Truth Behind Myth Origins
In the spiritual universe, the Golden Chariot shattered, and the blood on it had long since lost its vitality, leaving no further clues.
A mythical civilization, struggling to survive the extraordinary, pitch-black night, faces a tumultuous fate, seemingly already damaged along the way.
"Let's go." The Red-clothed Demon Immortal dress fluttered as she soared into the air. Seeing the ruins on the road, her fair face was filled with seriousness.
The current state of this mythical civilization is their future. In less than a year, if they cannot find a way out, they too will fall from the magnificent sky, gradually decay, and be buried by the cold permafrost.
The six men felt heavy-hearted. There was no longer any Dao Struggle for power; all they did was explore and search for survival. They had all once been brilliant individuals, overlooking the world in their respective eras. If they were destined to perish, they would choose to do so in a spectacular way.
"This spiritual universe has boundaries; it's not as vast and boundless as I imagined." Fang Yuzhu frowned. Her perception far surpassed that of ordinary people, and she had sensed something in advance.
"The edge of the region is filled with Primal Qi, the Chaos Matter from the Creation Era?" The Red-clothed Demon Immortal stared intently, her beautiful eyes gleaming as she gazed into the depths of darkness.
Zheng Yuantian frowned and said, "That Primal Qi, that Chaos Matter, is also related to... spiritual power. There's a significant problem with this deep space. It's really strange."
They roamed beyond the realms, traveling far in their Primordial Spirit State. This was truly a divine Transcendent Travel. Like a few streaks of light, they vanished in an instant, disappearing into the darkness.
They arrived at their destination and saw the site of the wreckage of that dazzling, Supernatural Civilization; chariots and massive warships were shattered and mangled.
There was flesh and blood, as well as the Mental Remnant, floating in the silent void, devoid of any life, as if telling their tragic past, with no living creatures.
Whether they were physically powerful beings or Old World Deities in their Primordial Spirit State, they were all dead.
"There shouldn't be a massacre if there are no enemies, but the ships and chariots seem to have been crushed by a tremendous force," the Demon Ancestor said, holding his black Demon Blade sword warily, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
This sight chilled their hearts. They figured that the powerful civilization that had created the Dao Control Banner had ultimately failed, unable to find a way out.
"There it is." The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor spoke, and he released three more avatars, but they all died, leaving traces in the Chaos Matter high in the deep space.
As the group ascended into the air, they saw various debris, pieces of flesh and blood, and withered heads along the way—a tragic and pitiful sight.
The entire civilization has come to an end. It may be the most powerful mythical civilization in history. We can get a glimpse of it from the ten layers of Spiritual Ruins they left behind and the crafting of the Dao Control Banner.
This place is filled with the aura of the primordial beginnings, chaotic primordial matter, utterly silent, shrouded in mist, and at its end, there is no way out.
"They tore through the heavens and entered this spiritual universe, believing they had gained a mythical rebirth, but they found that there was still no light, no immortality. They tried to tear through this deep space again to break free, using warships to ram it, the whole world to attack, and all the mythical figures to join forces, but they couldn't break through here," Fang Yuzhu said.
The six saw blood in the Chaos Matter, as well as the shattered prow of the ship. The entire civilization was attacking, trying to break out of here, but failed.
There are even more Mental Remnant here, as well as many broken physical bodies. The terrifying energy radiation still emanates from here, having killed the incarnation of the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor.
The six masters held on. Approaching chaos, upon closer inspection, they saw a substance in the mist that resembled both rock and frozen soil, cold and lifeless.
This is not real rock or permafrost, it just looks similar. It is the chaotic state before the beginning of all things, disordered and messy, cold and icy.
Upon touching it, the primordial spirit felt a chill that penetrated to the bone marrow. Moreover, the interior was very solid, and the deeper one went, the more indestructible it felt, surpassing even divine iron.
"They were too resolute. Unable to find a way out, they resolutely faced death, and with a final, violent collision, they perished as a whole," said Qi Teng, the Ancestor of Celestial Immortals.
Zheng Yuantian, "Because they don't have much time left. They've reached the end of the collapse of the Supernatural World, and turning back will only mean waiting to die."
They had mixed feelings and empathized deeply, fully understanding the final emotions of that group of people.
The six set off again to explore this spiritual universe, and as expected, they found something new: a dark planet riddled with holes.
It wasn't very big, but it was densely packed with honeycomb-like holes, from which wisps of almost real substance emerged.
"There are places like this?" The six people were surprised.
They rushed over, stood atop it, and were nourished, but then they frowned and left the asteroid.
The slightest touch caused the celestial body to decay and shatter, and the emerging, almost real Energy Substance, mixed with the decaying aura of Mental Remnant, became contaminated.
The asteroid is only a hundred miles in diameter, which is indeed very small, but it is very strange. It contains Energy Substance, which is what the Transcendent Immortals are looking for.
"In a sense, they did succeed, finding this place and discovering such a special planet, which Extend Life of the myth for many years. But in the end, this place was almost exhausted, leaving only the afterglow."
Back then, some people were extremely fierce, and a large number of powerful individuals piloted warships to bombard the boundary of this spiritual universe, dying heroically.
A group of people were left behind to become the spark of life, hoping they could survive the winter in this "Supernatural Beehive," but they failed; the place was full of withered corpses and Mental Remnant.
"Although a considerable amount of this near-real Energy Substance remains, it is not very nourishing to the body or mind. It is of a high level and can be used as an attack, but it is difficult to prolong Extend Life."
Zheng Yuantian absorbed the wisps of polluted, near-real substance and frowned, saying, "But I suppose even the spark left behind by that civilization couldn't do anything about it. The extraordinary has faded away. Is there any other choice?"
"These people have been asleep for no more than two thousand years, and eventually they all died." The Female Daoist practitioner came to this conclusion after careful investigation.
Compared to the stillness of the cosmic night sky, this period of time is too short. Even if it were extended tenfold or a hundredfold, it would still be far from the time for the next extraordinary birth.
"That's a bit strange. To use an extraordinary meteorite to Extend Life of a myth? Could some of the legends be true?" Qi Teng pondered for a moment and said, "A long time ago, the Vanished ancestor said that the extraordinary was an accident, and that there were real radioactive materials because a meteorite fragment fell, bringing hope and nurturing the Mythological World."
"After a meteorite disintegrates, the near-real matter can generate a massive amount of Supernatural Factor!" said the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor.
Zheng Yuantian nodded and said, "Indeed, there is such a saying. Therefore, there was a despairing lament from the ancients that an extraordinary meteor streaked across the eternally silent night sky, which was just an accident. It was not a metaphor, but a true scene."
Everyone was mesmerized. Was it possible that such realistic meteorites falling and appearing in various parts of the universe could have created a mythical civilization? It sparked endless imagination.
Fang Yuzhu, Zheng Yuantian, and Qi Teng all tried to find the source of the meteorite, but to no avail.
Not only them, but also those few the Vanished mythical civilizations, whose fragmentary records all mention exploring and searching for the source, but all were disappointed.
"How did this civilization find the meteorite here?" the group asked, their faces filled with doubt.
No matter how you look at it, this special asteroid didn't seem to have been brought in by those people; it seemed more like it belonged to this spiritual universe, stirring something within them and making them think of something.
"Could it be that all the extraordinary beings born by accident were created because meteorites fell from this spiritual universe, which led to the mythical civilizations of different periods in history?"
"No wonder we couldn't find it. This kind of near-real meteorite doesn't exist in the Real World, not even in the entire starry sky. It only exists in the spiritual universe?"
The six people discussed the issue seriously, delving into the question of the Myth Origin.
Throughout history, many exceptionally talented individuals have been exploring and searching for a way out, naturally leaving behind numerous notes and reflections.
The six people compared the notes of their predecessors with what they saw, felt, and knew now, and they felt more and more that this was the truth.
"The essence of the Myth Origin... stems from Real Substance that fell by chance!"
The six pondered and learned part of the truth, but many questions remained unanswered.
What is the spiritual universe? Why can such realistic meteorites be born?
"Comparatively speaking, this asteroid is still too small, it hasn't grown up enough, it's not grand enough, and it's not enough to Extend Life a mythical civilization."
Zheng Yuantian, "I guess that in the early stages of the birth of a truly Supernatural World, there will be a meteor shower, with meteorites of various colors and containing different Real Substance falling, accompanied by different Supernatural Factor, and myths can be born from this."
They looked at it again and again. An asteroid was too monotonous. It was too small, and the Real Substance it contained was far from enough to support a mythical civilization.
"How did this mythical civilization determine this spiritual universe? Why were they able to actively find a special asteroid? If they continue searching, they might truly be able to prosper forever."
In a sense, that mythical civilization found its direction, but it did not complete the journey.
The group entered the interior of the collapsed, decaying, and contaminated asteroid, which became increasingly dilapidated and fragmented as they moved in and out.
Finally, an extremely powerful Spirit Imprint emerged, flowed out, transformed into the final scene, and rendered the final words, resonating with their spirit.
It was a rough, large hand, stained with blood, writing a last will and describing old scenes, which resonated and appeared.
"Were we wrong? We hoped that a whale fall Transcendent Immortals, but reality was so cruel, ending in tragedy. It was retribution."
The six people saw that rough, large hand, clutching the tattered Dao Control Banner, blasting it towards the boundary of the spiritual universe. Was that the remorseful self-destruction of a loser? The large hand disintegrated, and blood splattered everywhere.
"He revealed some kind of truth; what whale was he referring to?"
"Why is there such a thing as retribution? He seems to have endless regret!"
The six people's expressions changed. For the first time, they felt so terrified. What exactly did this supreme civilization do to get here?
There seems to be bloodshed, cruelty, endless regret, and a certain sorrow in this. The person who stretched out his rough, large hand had an exceptionally complex mind, and in just a moment, one could feel his state of mind.
The six discussed that if they found that direction, they might still have a chance.
"To trace back to the past, we must find the truth and understand the general trend."
The six of them worked together to locate the faded traces of the rough, large hand, communicate with the words, and activate the marks. They stirred them up, and the marks resonated and vibrated once again.
The group wanted to recreate the process of finding the spiritual universe and searching for special meteorites.
"A whale falls..." As that desolate voice rang out, this time they vaguely saw a huge human head, sparks flying, with sadness in its eyes, before it slowly turned its head away.
"He is like a giant head constructed from the City of Lightning, the clouds of thunder and lightning, and ten layers of Spiritual Ruins!"
Then, the Dao Control Banner appeared, sweeping across the sky, its surface obscuring the heavens and extending beyond the realm, as if covering the entire starry sky.
As the vast Dao Control Banner swept across the sky, blood splattered down.
The six saw flames, heard cries, and vaguely saw the sky being torn apart by the flag...
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