Sword Immortal

Zhao Cheng's vision went dark, then bright, and the world had already changed.

The star overhead bloomed with an orange-yellow light, giving off the feeling of a setting sun.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but crumbling walls and shattered ruins.

But that was not the crucial part. Zhao Cheng discovered that this place had no air, and even the gravity was wrong.

He extended his senses in every direction. After making rough calculations through the planet's magnetic field, he further discovered that the star beneath his feet was not large.

Beyond that, the most crucial point was that Zhao Cheng had not found the slightest trace of high-dimensional energy particles. It was utterly empty.

Clearly, this was because the Final Calamity had descended.

The humans of this world had transformed it through cultivation, creating one life-source after another. Clearly, the power they had used to reshape the world was that of the immortal path, great formations blanketing heaven and earth.

The shifting of clouds and rain, the cycle of the four seasons—everything could be achieved through the immortal path.

Transcendent particles themselves were practically an all-purpose source of clean energy!

That was why this planet before him bore traces of civilization, yet lacked the basic conditions necessary for human survival.

There was neither air nor water. At an altitude of several thousand meters, there was mist, but it was still countless orders of magnitude away from forming an atmosphere.

Zhao Cheng spread out his perception, gathering the information precipitated within the void. Though the civilization here had already perished, its traces would not vanish with it. If not too much time had passed, then given Zhao Cheng enough time, gaining a general understanding would not be difficult.

As he gathered information, thoughts also rose in