# Chapter 1611: Alive
Nebulae swirled, chaos permeated the air—this was an ancient domain unknown to most. From ancient times to the present, outsiders could hardly enter.
Only at the right time, in the right place, could someone occasionally tear through the void and arrive here by chance. To retreat was extremely difficult; this place was cut off from the outside world.
Other than that, one had to wait for a special golden age, when some might break in, engaging in the destined ultimate confrontation, illuminating this place with immortality and brilliance.
Passing through layers of mist, entering the vast star river, this place was boundless, with brilliant stars scattered everywhere.
Here, there was a great star, full of vitality. Looking down from the sky, blue seas and lush lands exuded a primeval aura.
"Thump," "thump"...
In the mountain forests, tyrant dragons ran, their red scales gleaming fiercely, filled with a bloody aura—no one knew how many creatures they had slaughtered.
There were also fire birds resembling Vermilion Birds that tore through the sky, as red as if forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold. With a long cry, the desolate mountains trembled.
"Crack"
Not far away, a mountain peak collapsed, with magma boiling inside, a red torrent rushing out. There, a small beast covered in golden fur let out a roar, causing countless beast cries to echo across the wilderness.
This was a prehistoric scene, with all kinds of wild beasts and savage birds appearing, all rare exotic species.
Many races lived on this star, each born powerful. Though isolated from the great universe and unable to cross the mist, they all knew cultivation and were strong.
This star was enormous, no smaller than the Big Dipper and other places, vast in territory. But many regions were territories of savage birds and wild beasts; other intelligent beings generally dared not trespass, lest they become blood food.
Here, racial territories had boundaries. Some creatures were too powerful, so certain groups could only survive through collective strength.
As for the human race—undoubtedly, they always performed brilliantly wherever they were, still occupying the upper echelons.
On this star, a considerable expanse of territory belonged to them. As long as they didn't challenge the bloodlines of the strongest races from the mythological era, they could survive well enough.
In human territory, there were many beautiful peaks, as well as desolate mountains and treacherous waters. Looking down from the sky, city after city was scattered like stars across the boundless land. Some regions were connected, while others were separated by countless mountains.
"Clang!"
A bell rang, shaking the world. It was a peculiar bell, its sound spreading across the entire human domain, reaching every inch of land for all to hear.
"What happened?"
Many people looked up in surprise toward the direction of the bell's sound, uncertain and alarmed. No one knew how many years had passed since a bell's waves had last resounded through heaven and earth.
But whenever it rang, it surely heralded a world-shaking event!
"Who can tell me what upheaval is coming? Why does the bell shake the heavens?"
At this moment, whether farmers in the fields or cultivators on the mountains, all were stunned, their hearts uneasy, worrying about the unpredictable future.
"Did Qiongqi attack? Or has Chaos truly emerged? Please, no!"
Many were worried. Some exotic bloodlines from the mythological era in the great wilderness were extremely powerful—even the top human experts might not be able to deal with them.
"No, it has nothing to do with those races. It's news from the outside world." Apparently, some had received advance information.
"Clang..."
The bell's sound drifted, and all other sounds in heaven and earth vanished, falling silent. An emotionless voice spread, echoing in everyone's ears.
"The Soaring Immortal Battlefield is about to open again. No one should ascend the Immortal Platform, lest they invite deadly disaster!"
As soon as this flat voice sounded, it caused an uproar. The news was shocking. Everyone involuntarily looked toward one region.
That direction was the Immortal Platform area, also called the Soaring Immortal Battlefield, holding too many secrets and mysteries. Throughout the ages, countless outstanding talents had spilled their blood there.
"Finally, another golden age has come to the outside world. People will enter again, ascending the Immortal Platform!"
"Our world will be connected to the outside for a time. Those people are coming again!"
Many showed worried expressions. Those who came were too powerful. Ancient records clearly stated they could match the most peak-level figures of this world, and their numbers far exceeded them.
"Don't worry, as long as we don't enter the Soaring Immortal Battlefield, nothing will happen. Never try to take advantage, or great disaster will follow," an old cultivator said.
As for farmers, peddlers, and the like, they soon calmed down. These matters were far from them, even irrelevant—no need to worry.
As for the various sects, they were all discussing countermeasures. This was a cycle. The outside world had reached another brilliant golden age, worth exploring.
In ancient times, people from this star had also used this time period to cross the destructive mist region, training in the outside world. When they returned, they had become peak figures.
Of course, few returned. Ninety-nine percent of talents had lost all trace.
"The Immortal Platform is glowing, about to become a battlefield. It will produce many incredible anomalies—cutting down cultivation, severing power—extremely dangerous. Do not set foot there."
That day, elders in many sects warned their disciples sternly, hoping they would stay put and not explore out of curiosity, throwing away their lives.
At night, rain poured down, thunder roared, lightning flashed, and eerie winds howled, as if all kinds of demons and monsters were on the move, making the midnight storm terrifying.
In the sky, a body fell, struck by lightning, roasted by thunder-fire, but not destroyed. Its flesh was unharmed, only slightly blackened.
It fell with the rain, crashing directly onto a high stone mountain below. The expected shattering into pieces and blood splattering did not occur. It smashed the stone peak, rolled down, and fell onto another small hill, tumbling several times before stopping.
At the foot of the mountain, there were dozens of households. A young boy had been awakened several times by the lightning. Just now, through the window, he saw a body fall from the dark clouds in the flash of brilliant lightning—he was stunned.
"Grandfather, someone fell from the sky and crashed into Ox Head Peak! The main peak shattered!" After his shock, the boy called out to his grandfather, who lived with him, pointing out the window, his body trembling slightly.
"Don't bother with it. If it's really gods, demons, or monsters, we can't deal with them." The old man sat up, his cloudy old eyes catching a glint of light in the lightning flash, warning the boy.
"But it's not a demon or monster. I saw clearly—it was a person," the teenage boy said, wanting to go see.
"Don't go. It's late at night. Demons can take human form," the old man stopped him.
When dawn broke, the rain stopped. Heavy fog hung over the forest. The boy went out and ran straight toward the small hill.
The old man followed, afraid the boy might encounter trouble. The mountain path was slippery, covered in mud, but they moved quickly and soon reached the hill.
A young man lay there, motionless, half his body submerged in a puddle. He had been drenched by the rain all night.
Strangely, in the puddle, there was a green lotus, wrapped in wisps of mist, rooted in the muddy water, beside the young man.
"Heavens, his body didn't rot! He crashed into Ox Head Peak and didn't shatter!" the boy exclaimed, looking up. Above, the top of Ox Head Mountain was cracked, a large chunk broken off. What kind of physique did this person have?
"This is no ordinary person. He's ten thousand times more powerful than any demon or monster," the old man said, a glint of sharpness in his eyes, a trace of worry on his face.
"He... is still alive!" The boy heard a strong heartbeat. His ears were very sharp, far beyond ordinary people.
"You..." When the teenage boy crouched down to examine him closely, he was startled and quickly stepped back, because he found that the young man's eyes had been open all along—he had never been unconscious.
The old man quickly explained, "We mean no offense. My grandson has a kind heart and wanted to help. Since you're fine, we'll take our leave."
He grabbed his grandson and was about to leave, but the young man showed no reaction. Though his eyes were open, they lacked spirit, as if he were living in his own world, never blinking.
"Grandfather, his condition is wrong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been lying in the mud all night. Let's carry him home," the boy said.
The old man frowned. He looked at Ox Head Peak, then at the man on the ground, hesitating.
But the boy had already acted, directly helping the man up, about to carry him on his back. Seeing this, the old man sighed and came over to help.
At that moment, the young man, who hadn't moved at all, reached out and pulled up the green lotus with only three leaves from the ground. Its roots were unstained by any mud. Other than that, he made no move, letting the boy carry him, his eyes still lacking luster.
"I am not dead..."
In the young man's mind were endless scenes of blood: many imperial weapons shattering, ancient supremacies bathing the universe in blood, and himself fighting until his blood stained the stars.
He didn't know the outcome of the Dark Calamity. By then, he had exhausted his strength, fought until his body was shattered, spilled blood across the cosmic border wasteland—he had given his all.
Whether the world praised him or forgot him, dying in the outer domain was his fate.
"I never thought I would still be alive."
Many fragmented images flashed through his mind: Little Nannan lying on his blood and bones, crying loudly, countless crystal tears falling onto him.
"Don't cry," his lips moved slightly, and without realizing it, tears rolled down his own face.
Emperor Void had died, Ji Zi had died, Gai Jiuyou had died, Jiang Taixu had died... It tore his heart apart. Would the world remember them? Such outstanding talents could never return.
On the ruins of blood and bone, a prosperous age would eventually be built. Whether the world praised them or gradually grew cold and forgot, those outstanding talents could never come back, never be seen again.
His eyes had no luster, dim and dark. He had awakened many years ago, floating through the universe, seeing shattered imperial weapons, accompanied by blood and bone, also glimpsing broken bodies—a fleeting glance, but powerless to retrieve them. That might have been his last sight of them in this life.