Immortal Realm

In outer space near the moon, there are quite a few steel warships and small spaceships.

There are Three Dreadful Piles here, a Mental World, and a campfire remnant of Super Mythological Civilization. Recently, the Old Earth's laboratory has been collaborating with the Transcendent Immortals to develop another realm.

"Wang Xuan is here," someone announced.

Wang Xuan appeared and stepped out of a small spaceship.

Suddenly, a hazy light enveloped everything, and Wang Xuan disappeared, along with the small spaceship. The nearby Supernatural Practitioner and their ships were also affected.

Several of the spaceships disintegrated, leaving behind wreckage that was severed by some unknown force, along with remnants of the limbs and blood of superhumans.

"What's going on?!"

The news caused quite a stir when it reached the ground.

In Ancheng, Qing Mu, with a serious expression, immediately informed Zhang Daoling and the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor, as well as Wang Xuan's true form.

"The people inside the curtain can't wait any longer; it's clear they won't let me go," Wang Xuan said in a deep voice. What was swallowed was a robot modeled after him; the moment he saw it, the other party struck with deadly force.

Without a doubt, that must be Zheng Yuantian's camp; they're so worried about his health they're practically going mad.

These days, Wang Xuan has been studying the armor and trying to smelt it. Various materials are mixed together, including not only the Demon Flower Roots that are between reality and illusion, but also the rust on Iron Stake, and the Good Fortune True Crystal.

Of course, there's also the rust from Old Zhang's bronze mirror, which was applied to the outside of the armor. It worked very well, essentially aging the armor.

"I've almost finished the refining process. I should get going now. You son of a bitch, Zheng Yuantian, I didn't try to kill you on my own initiative, but instead, you've repeatedly tried to poison me!"

This time, innocent people were also harmed; seven or eight superhumans died tragically in outer space.

That night, a screen of light appeared in mid-air. Zheng Yuantian, whose entire body was shrouded in black armor, paid the price and shot out a beam of light, which landed in the manor.

Wang Xuan's residence was torn apart, disintegrated, and sank, leaving a dark, deep pit in the ground, and even the Reed Lake dried up.

Unfortunately, this place is empty. Wang Xuan is not here; he left Ancheng several days ago.

"Old Zheng, wanna have a drink? Want to come over?" Outside Ancheng, Zhang Daoling spoke, walking under the moonlight, carrying a bronze mirror in his hand, glaring menacingly.

He was giving an invitation openly, but subtly warning against going too far and harming ordinary people!

Zheng Yuantian glanced at him coldly, then disappeared, and the light screen went out.

"Old Chen, protect my physical body!" The next day, Wang Xuan set off to officially enter the Immortal Realm. It was time to take the initiative and stir up trouble for the enemy.

Under behind the Great Curtain cover of the earth, Wang Xuan donned armor and wore the most fashionable clothing available at the time, along with the God Slaying Banner and furnace lid. He took a deep breath and set off.

A light mist was rising, and he floated up with it. Following the direction in which the Mist Silk went, he continued on his way. Time and space blurred, and the journey was utterly silent.

Finally, he stepped through the silent and dimly lit area, falling into the world behind the Great Curtain as he was swept away by the swirling mist.

It was still a post station, dilapidated and desolate, with red lanterns hanging at the entrance. He was already used to this familiar scene, and he strode forward.

He quickly traversed the dark area and entered the immortal realm corresponding to the Old Earth, which was much farther and more magnificent than the previous times he had traveled.

Two days later, Wang Xuan entered the vibrant immortal realm.

At this moment, he was standing in a mountain range, where he saw magnificent mountains and rivers, fresh grass and trees, and a clear blue sky. Occasionally, huge birds of prey would fly across the sky, casting large shadows.

"This is the Immortal Realm. When I entered before, the place I stood in was in the very edge of the area. Now I finally get to see it." Wang Xuan gazed into the distance.

A roar echoed in the sky, followed by a shower of blood. He touched his face and body, finding blood everywhere, and quickly looked up.

In the sky, a giant lizard covered in flames flapped its fleshy wings as it passed by. It was swept down from the sky by the trunk of a black elephant covered in scales, and its body was cut in two in mid-air.

At this moment, Wang Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. This was definitely a being at least at the Earth Immortal level, and his cultivation was simply no match for it.

In the immortal realm, the cultivation levels of all creatures are preserved. Any beast king that jumps out at random would be extremely terrifying, capable of slaughtering hordes of Supernatural Practitioner.

If it weren't for the numerous small orbs of light within Wang Xuan's body, he would have turned back; the Immortal Realm was too dangerous.

Those were intricate patterns carved by Zhang Daoling, Fang Yuzhu, and others. Once activated and unleashed, any one of the light clusters could absorb Super Material of the entire mountain range in an instant, creating a devastating storm.

"I think I'll stay outside the mountains. If I run into the Beast King and am forced to activate the marks of Old Zhang and the others, it's not worth it!" Wang Xuan frowned.

He dared not venture into the deep mountains. He had originally intended to take a shortcut and traverse this pristine mountain range. Now, it seemed that with his limited skills, he should accept reality; he was quite inept. In the immortal realm, he belonged to the vulnerable group, and it was more appropriate for him to travel in populated areas.

Half a day later, Wang Xuan ran wildly and encountered a swarm of ants in the desolate outer area. Each ant was as big as a watermelon, red all over, hard as iron, and spewing acid and flames. They were all Supernatural Being and chased after him all the way.

If he were to die in the mouth of ants, that would be quite a spectacle, so he fled in despair.

A day later, Wang Xuan encountered a flock of large birds and was almost forced to use the Undying Divine Light Escape given to him by the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor. He nearly activated it and thought it best to just run away, as traveling far in the Immortal Realm was really too dangerous.

As he walked outside the mountains, he was spotted by this flock of large birds, each six or seven meters long with feathers as sharp as steel, capable of easily slicing off mountain peaks. They were all raptors at the level of the Carefree Journey, numbering nearly a hundred. They swooped down from the sky, and their leader was almost an immortal, treating Wang Xuan like an insect, ready to devour him.

Forced to use Earth Escape, he fled frantically, secretly sighing, "This journey is far from as easy as I imagined."

Finally, on the fourth day after entering the immortal realm, he escaped his predicament, left the deserted area, and entered a populated area.

Before coming, he had already done his homework. The Immortal Realm is suitable for spiritual beings to live in, as well as for beings with flesh and blood. It is a semi-material, semi-energy plane.

This celestial realm is attached to the Old Earth, much like its shadow, yet it truly exists.

Back then, after those who Ascension to Immortality entered the behind the Great Curtain, many used their great magical power to reshape their bodies, regenerate their flesh and blood, and were able to reproduce normally.

At the same time, there were originally many natives in the immortal realm, as well as a large number of ferocious birds and beasts, and there are many different stories about their origins.

A more plausible rumor is that they appeared with the birth of this semi-material plane, just like fertile soil that cannot always remain barren.

During this period, Wang Xuan contacted Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling, and others, and learned a lot about them, asking them many questions and uncovering many secrets.

For example, some indigenous peoples have passed down oral traditions that they coexist with the Great Curtain and are immortal. And today, Wang Xuan witnessed this, which confirmed some of these claims.

This is a fairly large village, and the whole village is digging pits, selecting graves, and preparing for a complete burial, or rather, a period of rest.

"When the curtain falls, the world dies, and we, like our ancestors, will fall into Winter Epoch, waiting for rebirth in the darkness."

Among the natives, some elders were presiding over the ceremony and making various arrangements. They knew that the celestial realm was about to perish, and according to their ancestors, they were waiting for resurrection in the midst of death.

Wang Xuan, considering what Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling, and others had said, and combining that with what he had seen and heard, was also pondering these matters.

Some curtains have been extinguished more than once. After the long, dark winter night, some have indeed been revived. As for the so-called natives, they have not been reborn.

It can only be said that these indigenous people, these villagers, are indeed seeing themselves off, preparing to bury themselves.

Transcendent Immortals and even more natives, but it's impossible for everyone to enter the Real World; the sheer number is overwhelming. Furthermore, crossing realms is incredibly taxing, often shattering one's Spirit Imprint. Even disciples and followers of immortals have paid a price to cross the barrier.

Wang Xuan sighed, looked up at the sky, and it seemed that the sky was not so blue anymore. He felt a sense of twilight, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy and oppressive.

In particular, when he looked out with his Spiritual Heavenly Eye into the deep immortal realm, he sensed its true nature. It was indeed a decaying world, a half-material, half-energy plane that would eventually collapse, and all living beings in the world would perish!

"Living is truly difficult." His heart was heavy; everything he saw now would fade into darkness and death within a year.

Even if this immortal realm is lucky enough to have a second or third chance to revive, it is unknown how long it will be. With the passage of time, the primordial chaos will vanish like smoke, and some celestial bodies in the universe will inevitably cease to exist.

Each resurrection requires the celestial realm to prepare and take a long time, appearing many years earlier than mythical creatures.

When they passed through a larger town, Wang Xuan stopped. He felt a special kind of energy there. The whole town was praying and performing rituals, their emotions resonating.

Then he saw an incredible sight: yellow paper was falling from the sky and burning, seemingly in perfect harmony with the emotions of the people in the town, resonating with them, and a sense of sadness was spreading.

"Look, our prayers have been answered. We will now sleep in peace, and after countless ages, we will all be reborn as seeds. We may forget everything, but the imprint of our lives will be passed on, and some of us will awaken and remember what we have seen today."

Among the indigenous people, the old priest was extremely excited. He led the Village Town to kneel down, pray, and murmured prayers with tears in their eyes.

Wang Xuan was surprised and watched from a distance.

Then, a rain of light began to fall from the sky and into the town.

"Not every Village Town sees the burning of yellow paper. Even rarer is receiving spiritual rain. We are lucky. We will be able to revive in the future. We are the seeds of the new immortal realm!" an old man said, crying.

Then, Wang Xuan saw many people rushing to the distance, heading towards the cemetery to bury themselves, while others were in Village Town, in courtyards, and on the streets, letting the sunlight and rain wash over them, laughing heartily.

Wang Xuan was horrified. He felt that his primordial spirit was under great threat. He immediately took out the furnace lid, activated it, and held it above his head. He also used the God Slaying Banner to protect himself, wrapped himself up, and moved away from this area, away from the rain of light.

"These mysterious events are something that even Old Zhang and his team haven't fully understood, and almost none of them have witnessed them firsthand. They only occasionally appear in the final stages of the mythological decay, when the indigenous people begin to disappear." Wang Xuan said solemnly.

He saw many villagers fall down and remain motionless; some were decayed, as if they had existed for hundreds or even thousands of years.

As you can see, some people have seed-like points of light appearing in their bodies. These light points fly out and disappear into the ground with the light rain, as if they have truly gone into hibernation to endure the dark winter and the eternal night.

"Are some of these legends believable? When the new immortal realm reappears, will those Spiritual Matter multiply and generate life, and will even have 'seeds' that are half matter and half energy automatically emerge?"

Then, Wang Xuan heard crying. He was horrified; it sounded somewhat familiar. He looked up abruptly and saw the end of the rain of light, the highest point of the sky. It was blurry there, as if separated by a Realm Wall, with faint flickering lights appearing, as if someone was burning paper money, and the fire was about to go out.

Wang Xuan was deeply shaken and wanted to rush forward. This was not the first time he had encountered such a thing. In the deepest part of his own special Inner Scenery Realm, he had vaguely seen and heard it.