Chapter 184
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Chapter 184: Title
Ye Linlang named this space "Chaos," for it perfectly mirrored the primordial void described in myths—devoid of life, matter, or color beyond endless gray mists.
This was the embryonic core of a fruit yet to blossom into a full world.
A notebook materialized in her hands. Though blessed with flawless memory, she preferred the tactile certainty of parchment when weaving cosmic blueprints.
She declared:
"A flat-earth realm spanning hundreds of millennia—Hanjiang."
"Spiritual Energy flowed through Hanjiang’s veins since its first breath."
"Its breadth equals Blue Star’s embrace, its temporal and spatial measurements mirrored those of Blue Star… Life stirred in its three hundred thousandth autumn."
Chaotic currents whirled into a celestial dance, spinning a world’s skeleton before her eyes between heartbeats.
As the nascent sphere solidified, microbial life flickered into existence. Gazing down from the firmament, the architect permitted herself a faint smile.
"In the inaugural ten millennia, forests carpeted continents while beasts roamed unchallenged."
Time itself quickened beneath her words—suns rising and moons setting, lives beginning and ending, flowers blooming and fruits ripening… Ten thousand years dissolved like morning frost beneath dawn’s gaze.
"During the second epoch, divinity awoke at the world’s heart, sculpting human cultivators and awakening spirit cultivators… For ten myriad years they flourished, birthing civilizations from wilderness."
Beneath her, the world shimmered through metamorphosis—savage lands giving way to ordered kingdoms, endless wars staining the earth as human and spirit cultivators clashed.
"A cultivation-focused realm, yet tier three (Golden Core Stage) marked its zenith. When another hundred millennia brought no breakthrough, heaven itself answered—a golden bridge arced across the firmament like liquid sunlight, its far end vanishing into mist-wreathed gates of ethereal aura."
She turned the parchment, her foundational edicts nearly complete. Fantasy Points would now breathe life into these bones, nurturing civilizations along her ordained path without further intervention.
"As the golden bridge manifested, every tier three practitioner—human or spirit—felt cosmic truth resonate within their souls."
"This bridge binds worlds. To cross demands surviving the heavens’ Lightning Tribulation." Here she paused, quill darting to add:
"Only those worthy of heaven’s trial may perceive the bridge—common eyes see empty air."
No vulgar spectacle for the masses; exclusivity crowned her design.
Soon celestial storms gathered—lightning lashing down upon ascending cultivators, each strike echoing divine judgment.
"For two hundred millennia, triumphant cultivators ascended through electric tempests to realms beyond."
"Until the day golden radiance exploded from the bridge, shattering it into falling stars over Hanjiang. The celestial gates slammed shut, leaving empty skies."
Reality rippled beneath her as she spoke. Though Fantasy Points compressed eons into moments, every being below lived full lives across the passing ages.
She watched tier three practitioners unravel—first disbelief, then desperate searches, finally madness as their celestial path vanished.
"With the bridge’s fall, even cultivators of extraordinary talents faced mortal ends in Hanjiang. For ten myriad years, none escaped this cage."
"Power-hungry elders hoarded cultivation resources, poisoning the world’s essence. After thirty millennia, depleted energies made Qi Practitioners rarer than phoenix feathers."
"Twenty millennia more reduced Golden Core practitioners to legends. Qi Practitioners now reign, their weakest acolyte hailed as Immortal Teacher in the severed human realm."
"As righteous paths faded, blood mages and soul harvesters multiplied like locusts in summer…"
"Thus coiled the world for a thousand serpentine years."
Ye Linlang raised her hand, instantly transporting herself and the aircraft high above a small town before continuing her narration.
"The Heavenly Dao of Hanjiang, upon sensing the Upper Realm’s resurgence, exhausted all its power to forge a connection for self-preservation."
"Through this desperate act, the Heavenly Dao collided with Blue Star’s source world, tearing a spatial rift above the Red Sea. By cosmic coincidence, a doomed airliner plunged into this rift."
"…Through serendipitous misfortune, the plane traversed the spatial rift to arrive in Hanjiang, crashing into a valley south of Dongzhou’s border town…"
"Spatial fluctuations from this event alerted Hanjiang’s Golden Core practitioners. These supreme cultivators, who hadn’t sensed their Heavenly Dao for millennia, now trembled with excitement at its faint resurgence."
"The aircraft materialized above the valley. Temporal distortions from dimensional crossing compounded with differing timeflows between worlds. To the passengers and crew, mere moments passed between their impending crash and emergency descent."
As Ye Linlang concluded this passage, the translucent shell encasing the plane shattered. The aircraft plunged inexorably toward the distant valley below.
Panic engulfed the cabin. Every soul aboard knew death loomed within breath’s reach.
In the cockpit, the captain wrestled with controls, praying to reduce velocity before catastrophic impact.
"Fortune favored them. At the critical moment, the plane settled into the valley with surprising gentleness. Its wings scraped against mountain walls before finally shuddering to rest."
Ye Linlang snapped the book shut. This narration sufficed. Their fates now rested beyond her meddling. Having saved them twice, she’d balanced the scales for Seki and Lilith’s aerial sabotage.
If wisdom prevailed, these mortals might yet prosper here.
Closing her eyes, Ye Linlang dissolved into motes of light that settled upon Lilith in the ravaged first-class cabin.
Lilith stirred beside the gaping hull breach, fingertips massaging her temples. Crossing dimensional barriers left lingering disorientation – an oversight Ye Linlang now regretted. By rights, the world’s architect should transcend such trivialities.
Though others perceived reality, she knew this realm’s illusory nature. Yet her self-imposed rules bound even her avatars – powerful entities entering weaker worlds faced natural rejection. No exceptions, even for herself.
Rising gracefully, Lilith smoothed her long dress and tucked stray hairs behind ears. With practiced ease, she shed Ye Linlang’s lingering sentiments. The transformation completed – mannerisms, bearing, all now perfectly matched her witch persona.
"Where is this cursed place?" Her narrowed eyes surveyed the wreckage. Physical discomfort soured her mood further.
A fallen flight attendant lay nearby. Memories resurfaced – the botched mission to capture Seki, the attendant’s ill-timed interruption, then catastrophic system failures preventing escape.
The plane had crash-landed, somehow.
As Lilith moved toward the jagged exit, an inexplicable hesitation gripped her. Momentary weakness. Unbecoming of the Witch of Azure Skies.
She leaped.
Her boots met alien soil. Immediately, the world’s hostility pressed upon her. Impossible – her majesty’s seals should have contained her power below detection thresholds.
Heaven answered with violet fury. Arm-thick lightning bolts converged on her position. Recognition dawned mid-storm – these weren’t mere strikes, but Heavenly Dao chains!
Paralyzed by celestial might, Lilith permitted the assault. Violet energy coiled through her meridians before solidifying into spiritual manacles around her soul.
When the tempest cleared, her cultivation had dwindled to tier three. Confirmation – this wasn’t Blue Star’s source world anymore. Only Outsiders received such shackles. But which backwater realm restricted power so severely? And how had she arrived here…?
