Chapter 1935: Nightmare Abyss (Part 2)
After fleeing nearly a thousand miles, another explosion suddenly sounded from behind. The space, already riddled with cracks, completely shattered, and everything within it was ground into fragments of a thousand shapes and sizes.
This sudden outbreak of spatial calamity also seemed to cease there, the roaring and churning of space rapidly calming down.
Jun Xilei, still shaken, slowed down and turned her head... In her sight, an extremely bizarre arcane light was shooting up into the sky, piercing straight through the gray firmament of the Tai Chu Divine Realm.
And the lower end of this arcane light was actually connected to... the Abyss of Nothingness, which should swallow everything into nothingness!
"What... is that?" Jun Xilei murmured in a daze.
Jun Wuming slowly turned around... His gaze, however, was not on that arcane light, but on the area around the Abyss of Nothingness—the still-turbulent space and the thick dust that had yet to settle.
The dust drifted away slowly, and as the view gradually cleared, one shadow after another slowly stood up from the ground.
"Here..." came a middle-aged man's voice, hoarse, with some pain and unease: "Here... is?"
"Ha... hehe..." This was another man's low chuckle: "Still alive... what a pity, this disgusting Yuan Chen, we still ended up... Huh?"
His voice stopped, and all the figures suddenly froze in place, as if time had abruptly stopped... Then, their bodies began to tremble, and they let out heart-rending, soul-shaking howls:
"No... it's not Yuan Chen..."
"It's not Yuan Chen... it's not Yuan Chen!!"
This sudden outburst of screams caused Jun Xilei's vision to go black, her ears instantly deafened, and her internal organs to churn violently, nearly making her vomit blood.
Boom!
The figure in the front waved his arm, and in an instant, the dust scattered, revealing seven figures.
These seven were all completely unfamiliar faces, each bearing injuries of varying degrees, but there was not a trace of pain on their faces—only extreme excitement and elation.
And the aura emanating from their bodies...
With his life nearing its end and all thoughts empty, Jun Wuming's pupils at this moment contracted extremely, as if he was experiencing the greatest shock in his fifty-thousand-year life.
"We succeeded... We succeeded! There is no Yuan Chen here... no Yuan Chen! Ha... hahaha... hahahahaha..."
The wild laughter shook Jun Xilei's body, causing her to sway and nearly fall.
"Go... quickly!"
Jun Wuming let out a low, trembling voice, but Jun Xilei, under the turmoil of her soul, had no reaction.
It wasn't just her soul trembling; the entire surrounding world was faintly shuddering.
A feeling of unease gradually enveloped the entire Tai Chu Divine Realm.
"Knight, the passage has not yet closed. We should immediately transmit our thoughts back! Let the Divine Officials know we have succeeded!"
The man addressed as "Knight" was clad in gray soft armor, tall and imposing, but from his deep-set eye sockets shot an extremely terrifying cold light.
Compared to the others who were covered in wounds, there was almost not a trace of blood on his body.
"Hmph, I don't need you to remind me." He slowly scanned the surroundings, his expression and words showing no excitement, terrifyingly cold and resolute: "My will has already been sent back. This 'passage' should also be about..."
Buzz——
Before he finished speaking, the white light that pierced through the abyss and the sky suddenly collapsed.
The Abyss of Nothingness also fell silent at this moment, vast and endless as before.
The disappearance of the passage did not affect their overwhelming elation at all.
"Zhaoguang, Zhaoming, how are your injuries?" the silver-armored man asked calmly. The two he called out moved behind him and replied simultaneously: "Compared to this magnificent feat of breaking through the abyss, what are these mere minor injuries?"
"This place should be the Tai Chu Divine Realm recorded in the texts." The silver-armored man slowly raised his hand, as if embracing this new world: "A world without Yuan Chen... a completely Yuan Chen-free world! We have finally waited for this day. A new era begins today, and every one of us is a pioneer of this new era."
"The future era will forever remember today, and our names!"
"And this world is as fragile as those 'outsiders' said."
He crooked his fingers and gently swiped. With such a simple motion, he tore space like thin paper: "Fragile space, fragile laws, and... fragile beings."
His gaze suddenly shifted, landing directly on Jun Wuming and Jun Xilei's location.
At that moment, Jun Xilei, still in shock, let out a low whimper. An incredibly heavy pressure—heavier than anything she had ever experienced, even beyond her understanding—descended upon her, forcing her to her knees in an instant, her jade-like face contorted in agony.
Her cultivation was at the mid-stage Divine Lord realm, with a profound mastery of the sword. Even Yun Che at full power could never suppress her to such an extent with just his aura.
It was as if the entire world was pressing down on her. An intense sense of insignificance, like an ant facing an impossibly high mountain, left her without even a shred of strength—or will—to resist.
She was a mid-stage Divine Lord, a disciple of the Sword Lord. Who would dare to believe or imagine that such power existed in this world to make her so humble?
Jun Wuming still stood proudly in place, but around him came the explosive sounds of bones breaking, each sound terrifying and soul-shaking.
"Divine Lord realm?" The one called "Zhaoguang" narrowed his eyes slightly: "According to the 'outsiders,' those who can venture deep into the Tai Chu Divine Realm are basically the highest existences of this world's highest plane. It seems that's true."
Jun Xilei could not understand their words. Her body trembled violently. Her unwilling will desperately urged her profound force and sword intent... but coexisting with that was a fear that pierced deep into every bone in her marrow.
They...
Who... are they...
This... power...
Roar————
A dragon roar, majestic and soul-shaking, rang out. The sky dimmed slightly as a huge gray shadow descended from the distant sky, its spread wings blotting out the sun. It looked down upon the seven figures before the Abyss of Nothingness.
"Who dares to cause havoc in the Tai Chu Divine Realm!"
The great commotion, the collapsing space, and the extremely abnormal aura thoroughly alarmed the emperor of the Tai Chu Divine Realm—the Tai Chu Dragon Emperor—causing it to personally appear.
The massive dragon shadow and the heaven-toppling dragon might did not bring a trace of shock to the seven figures.
The silver-armored man slowly raised his arm and spoke in a calm voice, as proud as a divine decree: "I am Mo Beichen, an Abyss Knight serving the Abyss Emperor and the Divine Officials, and a pioneer of the Abyss breaking through realms."
"You are most fortunate to be the first to hear the proclamation of the Abyss! From today onward, this world will be taken over by the Abyss. As beings of this realm, you have only two choices..."
"Submit to the Abyss, or... die!"
Mo Beichen—a completely unfamiliar name.
In the records of the Tai Chu Divine Realm, both inside and outside, spanning a million years, there had never been a supreme powerhouse with the surname "Mo."
"Abyss..." the Tai Chu Dragon Emperor let out a long dragon roar.
Having existed for ages, it sensed an aura from these seven that was utterly unfamiliar and extremely dangerous.
There was no rampaging power, but space trembled unceasingly, as if the entire world was afraid and uneasy about something. The atmosphere of the Tai Chu Divine Realm, eternal and ancient, now carried an indescribable strangeness.
The immense dragon emperor's divine sense touched each of the seven figures one by one...
The four at the back seemed to have just experienced a catastrophe, covered in wounds. But even so, the profound aura they emitted was strong enough to shock the entire God Realm... Any one of them was at the peak of the Divine Lord realm.
Even in their injured state, the pressure they brought upon it was in no way inferior to that of Long Bai back in the day!
Long Bai's strength lay in being a dragon carrying the thin bloodline of the Dragon God! His upper limit was inherently higher than all other races.
But these four... were humans!
Such a being existed in the present world only as Yun Che, and he was the supreme Cloud Emperor... And now, four had appeared at once!
For the two at the front, when the dragon soul approached them, it felt as if it had touched an indestructible barrier... It could not probe them.
And for the one at the very front—the silver-armored man who called himself "Mo Beichen"—when the dragon soul touched him, it instantly convulsed, as if a lowly larva had unknowingly approached a sky-devouring python.
In just a few breaths, it was a shock that nearly tore the dragon soul apart.
"Travelers from another realm?" The dragon's gaze fixed on the void abyss. The Tai Chu Dragon Emperor made its judgment and spoke the only appropriate words: "This is not the world you should come to. Go back. This world will remember the peace you leave behind."
"Hehehe, hahahaha." Mo Beichen laughed. The wild laughter, though not deafening, pierced every corner of the Tai Chu Divine Realm, awakening countless beings in their slumber: "Travelers from another realm? No, we have simply returned to the place we should be."
He raised his arm again, making a gesture of embracing the world before him, a hint of intoxication on his face... and in that intoxication, a faint trace of pain: "A world without Yuan Chen. A world so pure and peaceful."
Whoosh!
A wind rose abruptly. Mo Beichen's voice suddenly carried a hint of agitation and ruthlessness: "This world should have been ours all along. Do you know how immense and long-lasting the suffering was for us to return!"
"And you get to enjoy this world without Yuan Chen, yet you call us outsiders... Ha... hahahaha!"
Every word in her ears was like a soul-shattering thunder. Jun Wuming's body swayed, but he still stood proudly, refusing to kneel... His eyes slanted, looking at the crimson jade that Yun Che had attached to Jun Xilei's waist.
His aged fingers moved slightly... but could not release even a trace of sword qi.
The Tai Chu Dragon Emperor's dragon body was swept as if by a hurricane, swaying violently. Its dragon roar could no longer remain calm and majestic: "Who exactly are you? Where do you come from? What do you intend?"
"Noisy." Mo Beichen looked up: "This is a world that cannot give birth to gods. The Divine Lord realm is the limit. You are probably the emperor of this world... Hehehehe."
"The Abyss will soon take over this world. Your era should end. You, this lowly king, shall be the sacrifice in my hands... to honor the arrival of the new era!"
His arm suddenly grabbed out. In an instant, the sky and earth turned upside down. Space was torn apart like broken waves, striking directly at the Tai Chu Dragon Emperor in the distant sky.
"Roooar~~~~!!"
A mournful dragon roar instantly filled the sky. The powerful dragon body of the Tai Chu Dragon Emperor was twisted into an extremely horrifying posture in an instant. A rain of dragon blood poured down like a storm, accompanied by the sound of dragon bones breaking, more terrifying than the thunder of the nine heavens.
Dragon scales flew, the ashen dragon body quickly stained with red blood. The painful dragon roar carried a desperate dragon fury. The Tai Chu Dragon Emperor struggled out of the spatial vortex, but instead of fleeing desperately, it whipped up a storm of dragon blood and pounced on the seven figures—so small, yet darker than the endless abyss.
"Resistance?" A pitiful arc curled at the corner of Mo Beichen's mouth: "Pathetic mortal spirits, you have long forgotten the true scales of the gods."
"Eternally perish... in the grace of the gods!"