Chapter 1539: The Fall of the Other Shore
The Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao, having awakened at some unknown time, also sensed the changes in the world situation from Lang Wan the Divine King’s divine consciousness, and thus spoke out to express his own thoughts.
“The Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao has always been delirious, lacking a primary consciousness.”
A surge of obscure divine consciousness from an ancient spirit rippled, saying, “His thoughts are unclear, his awareness is muddled. The Divine King must not listen to him.”
Many ancient spirits chimed in one after another, “Do not listen to him.”
Luo Xiao’s voice was shrill and furious: “A mere speck of land, unwilling to advance, content to stagnate—its destruction is imminent! We must leave! We absolutely must leave!”
“The Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao is worthy of respect, but his mind is disordered. Do not listen to him.”
Numerous ancient spirits said, “Divine King, you must understand: if you lead our people away from here to enter the world and wage war, how many of our kin will die? Our race of Creators has already declined; we cannot withstand such turmoil.”
Lang Wan the Divine King stood gracefully in the void, her robes fluttering, appearing very serene.
After a moment, her divine consciousness echoed through the Spirit Realm: “I have decided to lead the race of Creators away from the void of the Other Shore, to enter the world and wage war, to fight for a future where our people can survive. I ask for the forgiveness of all the ancient spirits!”
Her divine consciousness enraged many ancient spirits, and countless voices roared in fury: “Lang Wan, we bestowed upon you the title of Divine King because we saw that you were not disturbed by emotions, that you could judge calmly, that you were wholly devoted to your people, and would not act on impulse. But now you harbor a gambler’s heart, and you will only lead our race to destruction!”
“Acting on emotion will only turn you into the Great Emperor, into Bo Yang, into Shu Jun!”
“We granted you the title of Divine King, and we can also take it away!”
“If you insist on going your own way, then you are no longer the Divine King of our race of Creators!”
Lang Wan the Divine King’s expression remained as calm as ever, and she said indifferently, “The title of Divine King was granted by you, and you have the power to revoke it. But you cannot dictate the choices of my people. The Creators of the Other Shore void can only survive by relying on the Carefree Realm. Now that the Carefree Realm has moved away, our Creators must also relocate.”
“Then we will strip you of your title as Divine King!” the spirits in the Spirit Realm declared in unison.
Lang Wan the Divine King withdrew her divine consciousness. At that moment, the entire Spirit Realm appeared above the void of the Other Shore, enveloping the countless worlds within it. The Creators in these worlds all looked up, gazing at the Spirit Realm.
One by one, the ancient spirits of the various clans within the Spirit Realm materialized—majestic, supreme. Their divine consciousness surged, reaching the minds of every Creator, announcing the revocation of Lang Wan’s title as Divine King and explicitly forbidding any Creator from obeying her commands.
The various tribes of Creators erupted in uproar. People whispered and debated among themselves, finding it hard to accept this decision.
Lang Wan remained calm throughout, allowing the spirits to strip her of everything. Only after they had taken everything from her did her divine consciousness explode, sweeping across all the worlds.
“Are there any Creators willing to follow me, to leave the void of the Other Shore, to go out into the world and fight, to reclaim our ancestral lands and seize the right to survive?”
Her voice rang out in the mind of every Creator: “There is no future here—only a world created by illusory consciousness. The Other Shore void may be fine, but when the enemy comes, they will trap us here, leaving us no chance to escape!”
“Follow me!”
“The world outside is far more vast!”
The Spirit Realm trembled with rage. The divine consciousness that formed the Spirit Realm pressed down, suppressing Lang Wan’s consciousness, preventing her from continuing to persuade the Creators.
Lang Wan still stirred her divine consciousness, telling everyone her thoughts: “Out there, there may be fierce competition, there may even be death, but we will learn, we will progress, we will keep up with the times!”
“Come with me, for the future of our race, for the sake of our descendants! Follow me!”
Suddenly, the Spirit Realm transformed into a giant eye—the very foundation upon which the Spirit Realm was built: a piece of Primeval Origin Stone!
The divine consciousness of the many spirits, amplified by the stone, pressed down with more than ten times the force. Lang Wan’s divine consciousness was suppressed, and she could no longer communicate with the Creators.
Lang Wan remained calm, standing quietly in the void, looking at her people in the various worlds.
Whether it was the Zi Li tribe, the Silkworm Maiden tribe, or the Zhu Qiu, Dong Ming, Yan Long, Xia Tai, and other tribes, not a single Creator stepped forward, not a single person spoke up to say they would follow her.
Lang Wan’s lips moved. She did not use divine consciousness but spoke aloud, her voice low, almost pleading: “Come with me. Don’t stay here anymore.”
Suddenly, she lost control of her emotions, tears streaming down uncontrollably as she shouted, “Come with me! If you stay here, the Creators will be wiped out! Follow me—!”
Still, no one responded to her.
Lang Wan looked at them, nearly in despair. Everyone avoided her gaze.
They were too dependent on the ancient spirits. It was the spirits who had sacrificed themselves to create this void of the Other Shore, and it was the spirits who had built the Spirit Realm, sheltering them for a million years.
When they had fought with the Carefree Realm, it was the spirits who had helped Lang Wan resist the Kai Emperor.
Lang Wan’s title as Divine King had also been bestowed by the spirits. They could make her the Divine King, or they could make someone else. On the surface, Lang Wan held the greatest power, but in reality, the power over the Other Shore void had always been in the hands of the spirits of the Spirit Realm.
The spirits could appoint a Divine King, and they could also appoint a Sacred Infant.
Lang Wan staggered through the various worlds, her hopeful gaze falling on one tribesman after another, but still, no one responded. No one stepped forward to say, “I will go with you.”
Even those who had always respected her the most now dared not meet her eyes.
Lang Wan had suppressed all her emotions for the sake of the Creator race, but now, the emotions within her suddenly burst forth, causing her to lose control, making her feel that everything she had done was futile.
Her inner drive nearly collapsed. Her cultivation technique, her Dao attainment, were on the verge of crumbling!
“I will go with you.” Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.
Lang Wan’s heart leaped with joy. She followed the sound and saw Xiu Zhong step forward, saying solemnly, “I will go with you. Lang Wan, though you are younger than me, your wisdom over these many years has won my sincere respect. I trust your judgment.”
He turned around and shouted, “My people, is there anyone who wants to come with me?”
He did not use divine consciousness, but his voice was loud and powerful, carrying through the worlds. One by one, Creators from his tribe stepped forward, silently coming to his side.
Lang Wan found her courage again. Her crumbling Dao heart immediately steadied, and her cultivation stopped declining.
“No matter what, Lang Wan will always be the Divine King in my heart.”
The Silkworm Maiden stepped forward, smiling. “She has never been selfish, so I will listen to her. My tribe, is there anyone who trusts me?”
More Creators stepped forward, silently moving to her side.
From the Xia Tai, Yan Long, Dong Ming, Zhu Qiu, and other tribes, a few scattered Creators also stepped forward, wordlessly coming to stand beside Lang Wan.
Lang Wan calmed down and waited quietly. Gradually, the number grew, but even counting everyone, it did not reach ten thousand.
Lang Wan looked at each tribe. No one else responded to her.
“If you step out of the Other Shore void, you will never be allowed to return!” The divine consciousness in the Spirit Realm thundered.
Lang Wan looked up at the Spirit Realm. “Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao, will you come with me?”
“I will not go.”
The face of the Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao materialized. He was no longer as delirious as before, but very calm. “They built the Spirit Realm and the Other Shore void according to my prophecies. I cannot abandon them.”
Lang Wan nodded silently. Leading her group of fewer than ten thousand Creators, she walked toward the Void Bridge.
They looked back. The spirits in the Spirit Realm had already begun selecting new chieftains and appointing new elders. Finally, through the joint recommendation of the elders and chieftains, a new Divine King was chosen.
Lang Wan turned away. Leading her followers, she passed through the Three Rooms and arrived at the Void Bridge.
Outside the Void Bridge, the battle between the Carefree Realm and the Heavenly Court was still raging. The Kai Emperor had left early, and Moon Venerable had also departed from the Carefree Realm, giving the Heavenly Court’s army a reassurance. The Four Heavenly Masters, the Heavenly Kings, and the Four Emperors of the Four Directions mobilized their superior forces, first securing a foothold, then encircling and annihilating layer by layer.
The Carefree Realm, with far fewer divine beings and demons than the Heavenly Court, fell into a passive position, trapped by the Heavenly Court’s divine army.
The Carefree Realm’s Heavenly Masters and Heavenly Kings all emerged, engaging in fierce magical battles with their Heavenly Court counterparts, resulting in brutal slaughter.
Meanwhile, the Qin clan, led by the enormous infant Qin Fengqing, fought against the Netherworld Emperor and the Four Emperors of the Four Directions. The battle was earth-shattering. Although Qin Fengqing was incredibly powerful, known as the Little Tu Bo, and the Qin clan was valiant and fearless, they could not break through the Heavenly Court’s encirclement.
When Lang Wan led her forces in, the Carefree Realm was in dire straits. The Heavenly Court’s army had already reached the Thirty-Third Heaven, shattering the heavens and revealing the enormous steel dragon bones buried beneath them.
The entire Thirty-Three Heavens of the Carefree Realm were thirty-three massive war machines—the highest achievements of the Kai Emperor’s era’s divine artisans. But against the Heavenly Court’s terrifying divine artifacts and heavy weapons, these thirty-three war machines could be broken at any moment.
Lang Wan charged in with her followers. The divine consciousness and supernatural powers of the many Creators erupted, clearing the Heavenly Court’s army ahead and cutting a bloody path.
Nearly ten thousand Creators, with their massive physiques, fought with bold, unrestrained movements, shifting stars and changing constellations with every gesture.
In the midst of a battlefield, unleashing great supernatural powers was difficult and could easily endanger one’s own people, but close-quarters combat possessed incredible power. The Creators not only had powerful divine consciousness but also physiques comparable to ancient gods. In close combat, they far surpassed the demigod races!
With Lang Wan, a Heavenly Venerate-level existence, leading the charge, they quickly opened a passage for the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Carefree Realm.
The Thirty-Three Heavens surged forward. Creators soared into the air, landing on the various heavens to help the Kai Emperor’s troops there clear out the Heavenly Court forces that had breached the Carefree Realm.
Lang Wan herself was intercepted by the Heavenly Court’s army. The Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Court wielded the divine artifacts of the Four Ancient Emperors, surrounding her in battle. The power of the artifacts was pushed to its limit, manifesting as the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.
Lang Wan fought while retreating, stalling the Four Heavenly Kings. Only when the Four Heavenly Masters had reorganized their formations and moved to encircle her did she manage to withdraw unscathed.
The Heavenly Court’s army pursued relentlessly, chasing the Carefree Realm all the way toward the Primordial Realm.
At that moment, back in the void of the Other Shore, the remaining Creators had just selected their next Divine King. Suddenly, a figure crossed the Void Bridge and arrived in the Other Shore void.
Xiao Tianzun appeared beside the newly chosen Divine King, Shui Yue, and looked up at the Spirit Realm, which had not yet vanished. A smile crept onto his face.
“Third Brother, Luo Xiao, your Second Brother has come to see you.” His voice echoed through the Spirit Realm.
The face of the Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao materialized from the Spirit Realm, and he shouted sharply, “Beware—!”
The Spirit Realm transformed into a giant eye. The divine consciousness of all the spirits erupted through the Primeval Origin Stone!
Xiao Tianzun laughed heartily, allowing the spirits’ divine consciousness to strike him. The consciousness surged into his mind, but no power was unleashed—it was directly refined by him!
“Your divine consciousness was stolen from me in the first place!”
Xiao Tianzun reached out, grabbing for the Primeval Origin Stone that formed the Spirit Realm. “Now, it’s just returning what’s rightfully mine! I have been waiting for this day for a long time!”
Boom!
The attacks of the Creator spirits intensified, but any divine consciousness-based attack was utterly useless against Xiao Tianzun now.
Divine King Shui Yue also erupted, attacking Xiao Tianzun, but her assault was nothing more than a minor irritation to him.
Thousands of Creators charged madly at Xiao Tianzun, while his hand at that moment seized the Primeval Origin Stone that constituted the Spirit Realm.
He clenched his fist. The Spirit Realm collapsed with a thunderous roar. Countless spirits within were annihilated, their consciousness devoured by Xiao Tianzun, vanishing without a trace.
“At least Lang Wan left…”
The Ancient Spirit Luo Xiao showed a faint, relieved smile. “The Creators are not completely extinct.”
His spirit and consciousness shattered, plunging into absolute darkness.