The First Signs of Great-Era Upheaval

"This isn't a bad thing for you. It's solidified your foundation. Your earlier skills were somewhat superficial," Wang Xuan comforted Chen Yongjie.

"That makes sense. It's good to consolidate my progress." Old Chen nodded. He had been making rapid breakthroughs recently, almost too fast. He really needed to pause and appreciate the scenery along the way, in order to prepare for an even better journey next time.

Of course, compared to Wang Xuan, he was relatively mild-mannered; he was merely comparing himself to some historical figures.

Eight hundred miles away in the Desolate Mountain, the Sword Immortal, despite having the Good Fortune True Crystal in her hand, was still shrunk a bit by the shock. She was sulking, staring with wide eyes, and drawing on the ground with a small sword, sketching a familiar human figure, and then poking it again and again.

It was precisely because he had anticipated this that Wang Xuan felt guilty and didn't dare to come see her. He wanted to let the Little Thing calm down, lest she start "practicing swordsmanship" with him after they met.

"Wang Xuan, it's you, it must be you, shaking me again. What kind of freak are you? You're so annoying, are you deliberately trying to keep me from growing up?"

Wang Xuan rinsed his body with cold water, and his whole body became crystal clear with a strange glow flowing through it. This was due to the increase in his life limit. The Eleventh Stage was indeed very special.

However, after circulating the scriptures slightly and concealing it with a secret method, he returned to normal. He didn't want to be too different from others, but his skin... was indeed excessively good.

He changed into his training clothes, handed a large handful of tea and fruit to Chen Yongjie, and gestured for him not to say anything. He told Chen Yongjie to go into seclusion later and, if he still couldn't understand the scriptures, to slowly brew and drink the tea.

"I... go!" Chen Yongjie was shocked.

"Go and secretly deliver some tea and fruit to the Sword Immortal!" Wang Xuan said, taking out another handful and handing it over. The Little Thing was still trustworthy.

"Why don't you go yourself? Are you afraid of getting beaten up?"

"Now, she might not be able to beat me."

After leaving this place, Wang Xuan took a trip to Ancheng to find out what was happening after the suppression of the superhuman limit. Inevitably, he ended up at Huang Ming's Zh Xian Tea House.

To his surprise, everyone was calm, even numb. People were not as fearful as before and had accepted the reality.

Huang Ming greeted him and brought him some good tea, saying, "What's there to complain about? Since I'm destined to be ordinary, let God shake me all he wants. I've completely given up!"

"I'll lie down too, ugh!" Zhou Qinghuang was a regular here. She had just said that when she realized it wasn't elegant enough, so she quickly changed her words: "My fate is in the hands of heaven, not in my own. I'm powerless to change the current situation, so let nature take its course!"

Not far away, Gu Mingxi was whispering with Zhou Shiqian, discussing asking her to be their spokesperson. Fairy Gu wanted to start a beauty company with Zhou Qinghuang.

"Even you're going to do business and gravitate towards commerce?" Wang Xuan was surprised. After coming out this time, he had a very complicated feeling. The mythical beings had all lost their spirit, and no one was willing to fight against the arrival of the Supernatural Winter night. They had all given up the struggle.

"There's no way around it, ideals are always defeated by reality. Since we can't fight against it, let's just go with the flow." Someone said, with a hint of regret, but quickly got back to talking enthusiastically about business plans with the people around them.

An elderly Supernatural Practitioner spoke, "The end of the transcendent is the choice of the Great Universe, becoming a colorful bubble that the Vanished in the process of historical change. No matter how reluctant we are, we can only learn to accept reality. Unless we choose to be extinguished along with the curtain, listen to the final funeral song of the immortal realm, and die together with it, we can only follow the irreversible trend of the present."

"Yes, that's the way things are. Who can stop the surging tide of history? They will be crushed into dust and die without a burial place!" someone sighed.

It's clear they were unwilling to accept it, but they had no other choice but to let it all go.

Another person spoke up, "Since we have chosen to live rather than perish with the immortals, we can only adapt to this great era of change. Living well is more important than anything else. The extraordinary has become history. We all need to calm down, work, and settle down. We must start now. I hope the future will bring us novelty and hope, rather than living miserably in the corners of the Old Earth and the New Star."

Wang Xuan remained silent, sitting there quietly drinking his tea. He had initially been overjoyed and full of vigor upon breaking through this barrier, standing at the edge of the mythical wilderness, eager to fight his adversary, investigate the evil dragon, and eliminate its remaining power in the mortal world. But now, he felt somewhat disheartened.

This is not the Supernatural World he envisioned. The myth is gone forever, and everyone has lost their fighting spirit, giving up their original path and pursuits with regret.

Many extraordinary individuals are struggling to adapt to and integrate into ordinary life, which makes Wang Xuan lost in thought. Is all that he is pursuing really going to come to nothing?

In his mind, the Supernatural World, soaring into the sky, seeking immortality and pursuing the Dao were just ordinary things. On ordinary days, cultivators could enter the sun and moon, ride dragons to the Guanghan Palace, and travel far to attend the Jade Pool Grand Gathering. The magnificent immortal realm was vast and splendid, with countless immortal opportunities, rare and exotic beasts, divine medicines, and pure lands, boundless and endless.

There should be more colorful immortal realms and strange domains waiting to be explored, where there can be competition and confrontation with sword energy soaring into the sky, and there can be sacred lands where medicine has been refined for thousands of years, where all kinds of dreams that stir the hearts of young people can be realized.

Just like those legends, the young man, with a heart full of passion, sets off to slay demons and monsters, traversing the boundless primordial land. There are fierce battles, and he grows in the confrontation with various geniuses, witnessing the grandeur and historical depth of a true Dao Script.

Wang Xuan shook his head. Some of the thoughts he had as a child now seemed impossible to realize. When he grew up and truly became an extraordinary being, the immortal path would be corrupted, the Supernatural World would collapse, and everything would lose its meaning.

This is an era of dramatic change. The so-called extraordinary dream now seems somewhat unrealistic. Where is there still that grand world for him to experience and go through?

Now it seems that the once vibrant and colorful civilization of the immortal realm has become somewhat thin and pale, soon to become an old painting covered in dust on the wall.

"I'm so unwilling!" One of the extraordinary individuals slumped onto the table, then fell silent, trying to hide his reddened eyes. Their era was gone forever.

Some people are even worried that they might be targeted and purged after the return of the Super Battleship in deep space.

"Forget it, why think so much? From now on, it's all about business. The worst that can happen is that you have to set up a stall and do manual labor. If all else fails, you can provide blood for some research labs to support their research. In this era, no one will starve."

Some people became depressed, but many more adjusted quickly and started discussing various plans, such as transplanting fruit trees from the celestial realm, cultivating new varieties, and opening health centers to extend people's lives.

Later, some of the extraordinary individuals became very interested and expressed their willingness to cooperate, help each other, and jointly find investors.

Mo Si sat silently in a corner, drinking cup after cup of tea without uttering a word. He was a pure cultivator, constantly struggling, unwilling to extinguish the flame of transcendence within him. However, in this era, at the end of the mythological age, with the surging waves of the mortal world crashing down, he could no longer withstand it.

He felt the desolation of late autumn, with everything withering away. He slowly got up and walked away, looking somewhat lonely.

"The Supernatural World in my heart is about to disappear and perish before I even had a chance to explore it." Wang Xuan sighed softly. He had broken through the barrier, but now his mind was not at peace, and he felt an indescribable chill.

He frowned. A great era of change had indeed arrived. Even if he was confident that there was a way forward, he knew that the major trend would likely remain unchanged for a long time.

Throughout history, countless mythical civilizations have possessed unwavering faith, yet even those with Super Peerless have perished, and none have truly altered the outcome. For the extraordinary, the eternal night is an endless, dark void, and the occasional glimmer of light that flashes and fades is utterly insignificant.

Should he plan ahead and prepare a backup plan for himself? If he does become ordinary in the future, but his dreams remain and he wants to continue, how can he do it without capital and resources? It would be difficult to sustain such a terrifying level of expenditure.

However, once he opened this door, he feared that tearing a corner of his confidence would make him hesitate and his belief less firm.

"Even if I become an ordinary person, without any powers or extraordinary means, I won't starve to death. Giving up the path to the extraordinary is something I would never be willing to do, and I will definitely continue to explore. It's better to be on guard, not to shake my confidence, but to make necessary preparations for the Exhausted Era."

In the teahouse, Wang Xuan listened to the conversations of the extraordinary individuals. They were all focused on survival and development, abandoning the path of cultivation in pursuit of everything in reality.

Is there anything wrong with this? No, it's very rational, and it should be this way. However, Wang Xuan, as an outsider, felt a sense of loneliness and sighed deeply. The destruction of the Supernatural World gave him an indescribable emotion, seemingly even stronger than those people, with a bitter taste in his heart.

"Before witnessing its brilliance, it will be lost; before standing at the pinnacle, it will sink into the abyss with darkness. In this great era, we will witness its decline. The magnificent immortal realm, the splendid mythological civilization—I wonder if this is a final farewell or just a temporary departure. We are about to say goodbye!" Wang Xuan stood up and left.

Fang Yuzhu, Yanyan, Zhang Daoling, and Ming Xue, through the information transmitted back by the ancient spaceship, had already told Wang Xuan that their departure was a final gamble for the myth, but they didn't say much more.

"In this era, there aren't many people still walking this path. Apart from those at the Sky-Veiling Realm, almost all other extraordinary individuals have given up." Wang Xuan said with a heavy heart.

"Will there come a day when I, a modern man, become the last seeker of the Way, when even those who have returned from behind the Great Curtain have given up, and I am the only one still struggling to pursue the path to transcendence, a fallen man, a person groping forward alone in the cold winter night?" he mocked himself.

If that day ever comes, it will be truly tragic, meaning that everyone will have failed, Transcendent Immortals will have given up, and there will be no hope left.

If that day comes, and things continue like this, most of the people around him may not understand. In such a context, there is only one person walking alone. That is just a personal choice. When the great waves of the times crash down, what remains is more cruelty and reality.

"While I still have the strength, I want to do something: bring Goddess Zhao home and bring Wu Yin back." Wang Xuan decided to enter deep space.

Thank you to Meng Hui Xuan Zhou for your support, Alliance Leader!