Chapter 251
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
You can buy coins here to unlock advanced chapters: https://gravitytales.com/coins-purchase-page/
Chapter 251: Title
Six Hundred Years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Linlang had been immersed in comprehending the world’s fundamental laws, and might have lingered indefinitely had the system not alerted her to the passage of time.
Upon awakening, she found Blue Star transformed into a roiling battleground.
The collision between worlds proved more brutal than anticipated. Only formation-shielded zones retained fragments of the planet’s former glory; elsewhere, the land writhed under ceaseless warfare.
Through these Six Hundred Years, Blue Star’s inhabitants had striven—and so had Ye Linlang.
World elevation demanded both abundant source power and mastery over cosmic principles. While living beings supplied the former, deciphering reality’s codex fell solely to her.
Having exhausted all preparations, she now observed the unfolding conflict like a celestial arbiter, awaiting destiny’s verdict.
Blue Star
Ten Days Prior
Fissures veined across the planet’s surface, each bleeding abyssal corruption. Initial efforts to purge minor rifts and their emerging horrors soon proved futile—within hours, these minor troubles became irrelevant.
The largest gashes spanning heavens, deep sea trenches, and desolate wastes vomited forth not mere scavengers, but disciplined legions. Endless tides of Tier One and Two abyssal cannon fodder marched under mid-tier abyss demons’ whip-crack commands, while secret realms heavy with Spiritual Energy drew particular attention from the shadowy Abyssal Kings.
From eastern human cultivators to western spirit cultivators and Magical Races, all defended pre-assigned sectors. Yet as the war’s tendrils spread, official forces thinned—citizen militias now held entire fronts.
A silver lining emerged: after thousands of years’ cultivation, even commonfolk wielded basic spells. Though individual sparks dim against the abyss, collective resistance slowly smothered its advance.
Still, casualties mounted. For every abyssal horde drowned in humanity’s ocean, a crimson toll stained progress reports.
——Blue Star Alliance Crisis Response Command——
Strategic holograms pulsed above the war table as officers debated.
"Statistical models confirm the 137th Abyssal Layer’s assault: ~100M Tier One, ~10M Tier Two/Three, ~1M Tier Four/Five, and 1K+ Tier Six units deployed."
"Senior Ji Lang’s capture of a Tier Six commander-level entity revealed thirteen Tier Seven Abyssal Kings orchestrating this symphony of ruin."
"Paradoxical intelligence: their power dampens in our realm, yet eliminating them requires invading theirs. Worse, the abyss teems with dormant abyss demons—self-replicating through cannibalistic evolution until Tier Five."
"Two proposals merit consideration."
"Plan A: Decimate 80-90% of surface invaders through coordinated strikes, compelling the Kings’ materialization. Home terrain advantage would then balance the scales."
"Implementation challenges abound. Modern Blue Star’s expanded territories complicate rapid deployment—our world has grown tenfold since antiquity."
"Plan B: Abyssal Incursion."
Silence gripped the chamber. All knew the stakes: only Tier Seven elites might survive behind enemy lines, where infinite lesser demons could swarm even titans. As the ancient adage warns—*enough locusts may strip an oak.*
While they were discussing, Ye Linlang awoke from her enlightenment of cosmic laws.
At that instant, the fundamental principles of existence seemed to pulse with vitality – a sensation the Outsiders perceived most acutely. This was the world’s loathing for interlopers; their prolonged stay invited escalating suppression and decay.
Above Blue Star.
The titanic fissure facing the Heavenly Law Battleground dominated the planet’s surface, its yawning maw revealing abyssal vistas to any who dared approach.
Perched on the Battleground’s edge, the silver-haired girl sipped carbonated drink while contemplating the distant rift. Though appearing deceptively close against the horizon, the chasm lay no less than ten kilometers away.
A subtle shift rippled through creation. Her lips curved in faint amusement.
"So the True Form stirs at last."
"How can you remain so calm? I’m practically weeping here!" The muscular youth in athletic wear – his hair cropped short – glared at the Xuan Guang Mirror’s projections of his homeland. Anxiety etched his features as he fought the urge to pace.
"Impatience serves nothing." The girl stroked her Silver Sparrow’s plumage, bubbles rising in her drink. "Should heaven collapse, taller shoulders will bear it. Besides…" She gestured at the mirror’s shimmering image. "Jiuzhou stands firm still. Disaster knocks, but hasn’t crossed the threshold."
When the first dimensional tear appeared, Jiuzhou’s Four Spirits Barrier had risen like an impervious tortoiseshell. While other nations fell to the abyssal tide, the Nine Provinces held – their defenses ranked among the source world’s mightiest. Even should the Jiuzhou barrier fracture, she reasoned aloud, the realm wouldn’t fall easily.
As if summoned by her words, hairline cracks spiderwebbed across the dome-like barrier in the mirror’s vision. Countless abyssal creatures battered against the luminous shield.
Jiang Nan clutched his chest dramatically. "By the ancestors, must you tempt fate?"
She laughed, the sound like windchimes. "Ten days’ siege would crumble any fortification. The breach merely proves nature’s course." Her finger traced the mirror’s glowing surface. "All barriers fall once compromised – whether by floodgate failure or insect’s bore."
Over Jiuzhou, the spectral forms of four celestial beasts flickered ominously. Even across thousands of miles, the mounting tension vibrated in the air.
"Patience." Her small hand anchored the agitated youth. "Remember who guards the second perimeter." When he hesitated, she added slyly, "Should those legends falter, what hope has a mortal morsel like you?"
Jiang Nan’s gaze dropped to the mirror’s display of Jiuzhou’s inner defenses. His lips quirked wryly. None could match those paragons – living legends immortalized across epochs.
……
Within Huaxia’s Nine Provinces.
The Four Spirits Barrier’s enduring protection stemmed not from its own resilience, but from the spinning imperial seal above it. Whenever the shield dimmed, the relic pulsed with restorative energy, reinforcing both barrier and guardian spirits.
Xiao Tianji frowned at the wavering defenses. "The Yuxi Seal’s essence drains. Should the Four Spirits Barrier fail…"
Beyond the cracking first perimeter, endless waves of abyssal creatures threw themselves against the glow. Ten days of carnage meant nothing to the void’s inexhaustible hordes.
The towering youth in dark robes and billowing sleeves replied calmly with a "Hmm," one hand clasped behind his back as he serenely observed the grotesque creatures battering against the barrier above, their assaults dissolving like mist against stone.
"Patience."
Xiao Tianji’s remark carried more formality than genuine concern. The man before him still cast the long shadow of legendary triumphs that shook continents, his present capabilities beyond mortal reckoning.
"Of course I’m not anxious. With Your Majesties guarding this second bulwark, these interlopers shall find only oblivion." His gaze swept across the hundred-thousand-mile defensive line forged from the flesh and will of millions of battle-tested warriors—a living ‘Great Wall’ spanning horizons.
Since the Awakening of Spiritual Energy, human cultivator factions had waxed and waned, their once-unified authority fracturing into a constellation of powers. Yet all maintained civilization’s fragile covenant, refusing to surrender millennia of progress to primal law.
This pluralism was inevitable—foreseen even as the first Spiritual Energy currents stirred. Ancient forces awakening from aeons-long slumber dwarfed contemporary human institutions, their roots drinking from deeper wells of antiquity.
East and West alike balanced their precarious mosaics: human and spirit cultivators sharing oriental lands, while occidental territories blended human cultivators with Magical Races. Each sphere governed by its own codes, restrained by ancestral compacts.
This delicate equilibrium nearly shattered three centuries past.
Six Hundred Years earlier, Eastern spirit cultivators had uncovered a tier-six Small World—a primordial sphere whose natural laws resonated perfectly with their essence. Binding it to the Mountain and Sea Realm through profound arts, they rebranded the dimension as the spirit realm. When human cultivators learned of this "Manhuang" world’s transformation, tensions flared… until destiny interceded with cosmic irony.
The Historical River—that phantom reflection torn from time’s current during Heaven’s warning six centuries prior—reemerged without warning three hundred years later. Not as mere temporal eddy, but as shattered archipelago of epochs.
Later generations would name these fragments time-space broken realms, each crystallizing around dynastic golden ages. The source world’s Heavenly Dao had folded time upon itself, gifting historical civilizations glimpses of alternate destinies. Simultaneously, the Nine Nether’s backlog of tormented souls flooded these nascent realms.
Each broken realm gestated its own minor Heavenly Dao, desperate for survival. They sought enlightened rulers to nourish their vitality—though few monarchs shared the First Emperor’s fortune to witness Spiritual Energy’s lingering traces during their reigns.
From Ancient Era’s twilight through Qin’s fall, Spiritual Energy dwindled to myth. Subsequent emperors chasing immortality grasped at shadows—until now. The source world offered resurrected dynasties a choice: harness reborn Spiritual Energy to transcend history’s constraints.
Three hundred undisturbed years let these realms blossom into dazzling cultivation societies… or crumble under misguided rule. The Qing Dynasty’s temporal distortions particularly alarmed the Blue Star Alliance.
Yet in looming cataclysm, allies prove precious—especially when they share your blood. Ancient Wilderness, Ancestral Xia, Heavenly Zhou, Immortal Qin, Divine Han, Sacred Tang, Dao Song, Martial Ming—all branches of Huaxia’s eternal tree.
Immortal Qin transcends mere legend—it is sovereign realm equal to Blue Star’s authority, its war chariots still bearing the weight of empire. But it walks not alone.
Xiao Tianji angled his jade mirror, catching sunlight on formations of hovering troops below—armored legions from Eastern broken realms with spears like steel forests. Western allies marshaled their own phantasmagoria: Spartan phalanxes brushing shoulders with Sacred Roman paladins, Alexandrian companion cavalry orbiting Athenian philosopher-mages.
These time-space broken realms, upon passing source world trials, would ascend to full Small World status—protected branches growing from Blue Star’s cosmic trunk. For though realms may differ, all sap rises from the same roots.
Home. The source world remains—always—the first and final hearth.
One must admit that a lengthy history could be considerable advantage. Compared to the West which inherently lagged in numerical terms, the time-space broken realms appeared to have evolved from civilizations maintaining unbroken lineage. Those lacking traceable bloodlines or cherished ancestral memories would have failed during the realms’ initial formation.
The Huaxia Nine Provinces had long been placed under martial governance, with every citizen coordinated through unified command. Capable individuals joined county-level militia forces while others remained confined to their homes, observing frontline developments through dedicated war broadcasts.
Legendary emperors from various dynasties commanded their legions along the frontiers while modern Huaxia forces guarded urban centers – the true crucible of conflict lay ahead.
Regardless of future outcomes, the current televised scenes of battle stirred visceral excitement in viewers, kindling desires to join the armored ranks clashing on screen.
The barrier’s endurance proved finite.
As the final luminous arc faded, the outermost golden radiance of the Jiuzhou barrier flared brilliantly before disintegrating. This celestial luminescence momentarily weakened the abyssal horde by nearly a third.
The plummeting imperial seal served as clarion call. Armories erupted in synchronized assault, descending upon the diminished abyssals like wolves upon wounded prey.
Qin Shi Huang maintained his aerial vigil alongside distant silhouettes of other sovereigns. Across the sprawling Nine Provinces’ extended defenses, countless engagements erupted simultaneously.
Nearly a thousand tactical formations comprised the secondary defensive array, their sole purpose being the containment of the abyssal tide.
This combat zone, evacuated of civilians for over a century, occupied Huaxia’s peripheral territories. The abandoned landscape – earth, sky, and derelict structures alike – concealed deadly welcomes prepared for the invaders.
The battlefield tolerated only ceaseless slaughter.
Qin Shi Huang’s hand closed around the descending seal.
The barrier’s collapse marked merely the war’s overture.
Through imperial mandate, the Four Spirits Barrier had suppressed internal abyssal fissure formation. With its power exhausted, spatial rifts began appearing within the Nine Provinces within the hour – previously contained breaches now manifesting freely without barrier resistance.
Abyssal numbers fluctuated wildly… While armies forged living bulwarks against external threats, internal defenses relied solely on Huaxia’s martial institutions.
Xiao Tianji caressed the Kunlun Mirror, aware of impending necessity for his intervention.
But the moment hadn’t yet arrived.
Commander-level abyssals demanded the personal attention of realm sovereigns like Qin Shi Huang.
Blue Star’s current cultivation ceiling hovered at tier six peak, bordering tier seven. Yet few attained such heights. Despite abundant Spiritual Energy and universal cultivation efforts, genuine prodigies reaching tier six peak within centuries remained exceptionally rare.
Those bypassing conventional cultivation limits included entities like Ji Lang and Demon Lords whose inherent power transcended standard tiers, alongside divine-path emperors. While their Small Worlds might not reach tier six potency, their manifested strength aligned with Blue Star’s maximum capacity.
Each realm sovereign effectively wielded tier six peak power, their might representing entire dynasties rather than individual prowess. When augmented by realm fortune, they could channel the source world’s maximum permissible force.
Xiao Tianji’s presence served as strategic reserve. Forewarned of concentrated enemy assault, his Kunlun Mirror enabled instantaneous teleportation of reinforcements when required.
———— Ye Linlang’s Office ————
Her detached gaze withdrew from battle projections.
"System. Status report."
Though Blue Star couldn’t afford defeat, Ye Linlang’s composure remained glacial. Perhaps cataclysmic experience granted this equanimity. Or perhaps… her residual humanity was gradually… dissipating.
【Affirmative, Your Excellency the Major Deity.】
The report unfolded. Centuries had passed since her last personal interaction. During the Awakening of Spiritual Energy’s infancy, she’d occasionally manifest avatars to nurture promising talents. Such engagements ceased entirely after her immersion in cosmic rule studies.
【…600-year plan deviation remains within 0.05% parameters. Minor anomalies proved inconsequential to terminal objectives.】
【Tier five Manhuang Continent’s redesignation as spirit realm occurred 305 months prior. Penglai’s sub-tier six peripheral zones now accessible. 83.7% secret realm exploitation achieved. Immortal Realm prototype evolving from Blue Star’s template demonstrates projected growth capacity to tier fifteen.】
The system prioritized critical updates. Granular details remained accessible through subsidiary logs.
"That’s splendid," she remarked.
A day in the heavens spans a year on earth. Though the temporal disparity where Ye Linlang dwelled wasn’t so extreme, over a month had elapsed in the mortal realm as she refined the cosmic principles acquired through six centuries of cultivation.
Blue Star lay ravaged, its skies perpetually shadowed by war’s ominous pall with no hint of clearing.
Though the conflict had barely commenced a lunar cycle past, it bore the grim weight of prolonged struggle from its inception.
A protracted battle this would prove to be.
A decade later.
While Ye Linlang remained immersed in synthesizing her cosmic axioms, the long-dormant system abruptly manifested.
【Your Excellency, the Major Deity – urgent report.】
Her eyelids lifted like dawn breaking. "How long?" she inquired, voice resonant with celestial timbre.
【Ten years, one month, and ten days.】
A decade? Mere moments in her perception. The system’s cadence continued:
【Seven days past, Xiao Tianji’s cadre breached the 137th Abyssal Stratum. They intend to unshackle the Haotian Mirror within the Abyss to confront the Abyssal Matriarch…】
Haotian Mirror.
This celestial artifact – alternately known as Xiao Tianji’s Kunlun Mirror – carried the essence of cosmic order. In its sealed state, it appeared but a mundane relic; its unleashed form embodied Heaven’s mandate from Huaxia’s ancient lore. None dared awaken it lightly, for such emancipation demanded terrible sacrifice.
"Current analysis of Abyssal edicts?"
From the first contact with that void realm, she’d tasked the system with deciphering its alien laws – a challenge reciprocated by the Abyss.
This silent war of existential analysis persisted beneath surface conflicts, destined to continue until one reality consumed the other. The decade-long stalemate had also been a period of mutual rule analysis – duties she’d delegated to her mechanized adjunct. Empowered by her authority over twenty percent of Blue Star’s cosmic framework, the system proved more than capable against this Abyssal Fragment.
【Edict Analysis: 72% | Devour Progress: 61%】
"And their advancement?"
【Analysis: 54% | Devour Progress: 70%】
The Abyss’ innate consumptive nature outpaced Blue Star’s efforts, yet in analytical depth, her domain maintained superiority. Seventy percent comprehension granted operational latitude within the enemy’s reality.
"Display Xiao Tianji’s cohort."
Reality shimmered as the system projected the abyssal tableau. Her gaze pierced dimensions, alighting upon the infiltration team.
…
Few in number but peerless in prowess, these elite warriors moved through hellish strata while surface wars raged unabated. A decade’s attrition weighed heavy on all, yet the hour demanded finality – this covert strike against the Abyssal Matriarch would decide all.
During the past decade, eighty percent of the Abyss commanders perished on Blue Star, with seven of the thirteen Abyssal Kings meeting their demise. Yet Blue Star’s sacrifices proved equally staggering, their elite warriors sustaining heavy losses.
Judging by comparative casualties, Blue Star maintained a tenuous advantage.
The unawakened Haotian Mirror still manifested as the Kunlun Mirror – its thirty-centimeter jade disc glowing faintly in Xiao Tianji’s palm while continuously charting their trajectory.
A decade of confronting the Abyss had yielded crucial intelligence,
including revelations about the Abyss Mother herself.
All abyssal creatures sprang from this primordial entity whose authority surpassed even the thirteen Abyssal Kings. She embodied the Abyss’ core existence, its fundamental law mirroring the source world’s celestial order.
While the Abyss Mother endured, her twisted offspring would keep flooding Blue Star’s battlefields.
Xiao Tianji’s team advanced with death’s acceptance, their fakes uncertain before the Abyss Mother’s might.
"Fortune favors us," the strategist announced after calculations. "At this pace, we’ll reach Her domain within three days."
Their journey saw minimal resistance. Though still sealed, the Kunlun Mirror’s residual power cloaked their presence effectively – crucial for bypassing the Abyss’ teeming hordes to strike directly at their matriarch.
Discovery would prove fatal; the Mother would discern the irregularity in certain team members long before they glimpsed Her true form.
…
Ye Linlang’s eyes narrowed at a familiar countenance among the operatives. "Reckless fools," she murmured. "Others might be excused, but their involvement…"
Her doppelgänger moved within the group – a remnant avatar once planted among human cultivators.
"This isn’t infiltration. It’s voluntary capture."
Unlike Xiao Tianji’s team, Ye Er could channel her true power… and carried traces of her essence. However thoroughly concealed, prolonged exposure to the Abyss Mother would inevitably unravel the deception.
"System. Pinpoint their coordinates."
【Acknowledged.】
She knew the Haotian Mirror alone couldn’t counter the Abyss Mother. Even this 138th-level manifestation – merely an avatar containing fragments of the true Mother’s essence – required intervention only her cosmic stature could provide.
Humanity’s accelerated progress surprised her. What she’d estimated to require twenty years they’d achieved in ten, though hastened timelines demanded steeper prices. Not even tier six peak cultivators could withstand direct exposure to Abyssal edicts.
Reality shimmered around Ye Linlang. Her pristine chamber dissolved into star-strewn darkness as luminous threads materialized – each strand a calculated future trembling beneath her fingertips. Countless possibilities unfolded… and withered.
A soft sigh escaped her lips.
No flawless outcomes. Not one.
The vision collapsed at her gesture. Her focus returned to the monitor displaying Xiao Tianji’s team – mostly unfamiliar faces, save few echoing memories from thousands of years past.
Generations had risen and fallen through the ages. Yet these new warriors’ eyes mirrored ancient resolve – the same steel that propelled them Abyssward, mortality be damned.
Unsealing the Haotian Mirror surpassed Xiao Tianji’s current capabilities. The Heavenly Path operated by its own laws; even his connection to Ye Linlang couldn’t circumvent this truth.
When strength proved inadequate, numbers must compensate. Fourteen individuals arranged formations to channel the source world’s Heavenly Path power through the Abyss’s rupture, thus freeing the Haotian Mirror.
This mirror’s liberation within the Abyss became pivotal to their strategy. Against the Abyss Mother, the laws of the world’s power held paramount importance.
Three days passed.
From behind her viewing screen, Ye Linlang observed Xiao Tianji’s party enduring their three-day descent. Their forms now bore the marks of increasing exhaustion.
The Abyss Mother dwelled in the pit’s black heart. As Outsiders, the group suffered gradual corrosion from the abyssal power – a corruption intensifying with every lingering moment.
Deepest Abyss.
Molten rivers snaked through jagged chasms while flames danced across crimson-black earth. To reach their nemesis, they must traverse this burning sea and descend to the primal layer.
None retreated. Following Xiao Tianji’s lead, they plunged without pause.
Ye Er lingered last.
As she prepared to leap, a fleeting luminescence sparked in her eyes – extinguished before fully formed.
Then came the plunge. Lava enveloped her as protective spiritual energy shimmered into being, repelling the molten onslaught.
·
Below the magma sprawled absolute darkness. Upon entering this void, Ye Er’s sight dissolved.
Nothingness.
Her wariness sharpened. Attempting the prearranged communication method with Xiao Tianji yielded no response. Only hollow silence answered, isolating her in the ink.
Dread coiled in Ye Er’s chest. Had separation occurred?
The unstable ground shifted beneath her boots. Her spiritual aura’s glow died instantly beyond her form, devoured by the dark.
She retrieved Xiao Tianji’s parting gift – the item given before their descent, accompanied by vague promises of future utility. Given his talent for celestial calculations, she wondered if he’d anticipated this exact predicament.
A triangular Talisman emerged – pale parchment marked with vermilion patterns.
Ye Er unfolded it meticulously. Should this fail, brute force remained her sole recourse.
The revealed Talisman gleamed. Though unversed in arcane arts, she knew activation required but one thing – spiritual energy.
She channeled her power inward.
“Impossible.”
The Talisman devoured her essence ravenously. Ordinary charms ignited with minimal energy, yet this consumed thirty percent without cease.
Suspicion flared. In the Abyss, drained spiritual energy meant death – and Xiao Tianji’s history of schemes suggested deliberate sabotage.
Attempting to sever the connection proved futile; violent disengagement risked backlash.
They were supposed to be allies. Even if tricked, would he truly endanger her life?
Jaw clenched, Ye Er permitted the drain. Let the Talisman feast – she’d monitor its consumption.
One hand maintained contact with the floating charm. The other withdrew a spiritual stone from her bracelet. While no immediate threats loomed, replenishment became essential.
No ambient Spiritual Energy could be absorbed here – the Abyss’s essence poisoned source world cultivators. Only spiritual stones offered restoration.
The spiritual energy within spiritual stones was inherently impure and lacked the docile quality of the natural Spiritual Energy from heaven and earth. Forcibly refining it would damage meridians—a practice most avoided, yet Ye Er found no alternative.
Time blurred as she cultivated, her dantian emptying before being flooded anew by the stone’s turbulent energy. Only when her meridians throbbed with excruciating fullness did the talisman’s patterns ignite completely.
The vermilion cinnabar inscriptions shifted to pale azure. Before her relieved exhale could escape, the hovering talisman vanished with a whisper.
Ye Er lunged after the fleeing artifact, her reflexes honed by desperation.
The spiritual stone in her palm disintegrated into snowy powder, joining the pale dunes accumulating where she’d stood. Unseen by her, an ancient power buried deep within—never before awakened—threaded itself into the talisman amidst her frantic energy transfers.
Elsewhere:
"Completion," Xiao Tianji declared, satisfaction coloring his tone.
Beneath their boots, luminescent lines coalesced into a formation—their labor during Ye Er’s struggles. For fifteen minutes it had pulsed with readiness, each member now stationed at appointed nodes channeling energy toward the jade-smooth mirror at its heart.
Xiao Tianji’s mastery of celestial reckoning reigned supreme in the source world, bolstered by his True Form’s divine link to that realm’s Heavenly Dao. Here, severed from both source world and True Form’s dominion, even the Kunlun Mirror’s might only revealed fractured glimpses of destiny, its usage scorching his essence with backlash.
He knew his True Form observed Blue Star’s crisis. Knew divine intervention could unravel this snare. Knew equally the futility of such hope.
Mortals and gods occupied separate spheres.
His True Form’s doctrine of human triumph over heaven echoed China’s ancient ethos—flood-taming Yu, mountain-moving Yugong, sea-filling Jingwei—legacies of mortal defiance against cosmic wrath. Since the Awakening of Spiritual Energy’s dawn, deities manifested solely against threats beyond mortal reach, their rare appearances cementing the source world’s understanding: gods guarded existence’s fabric, not individual fates.
Through millennia absorbing fragment worlds, never had god-tier beings intervened. Not since that singular guidance during Spiritual Energy’s resurgence. Not when facing this cataclysmic Abyss, though priests East and West received identical oracles: this crucible was mankind’s trial alone.
Six Hundred Years had passed since Xiao Tianji last beheld his True Form. Six centuries of divine noninterference, confirming celestial indifference to mortal struggles.
Gods embodied cosmic laws; mortals bore earthly burdens.
Xiao Tianji’s band—avatars hosting slivers of the True Form’s essence—remained fundamentally human, incapable of divine detachment. Hence this desperate gambit: penetrate the Abyss, force the True Form’s hand before annihilation.
The Kunlun Mirror’s true nature as the Haotian Mirror—primordial treasure birthing celestial laws—revealed itself during his ascension. That such a relic rested in mortal hands… Had the True Form foreseen this?
The formation flared.
Dazzling radiance shredded the Abyss’ eternal night.
Reality quaked as Abyssal power erupted outward. Xiao Tianji’s group, nearest the Abyss Mother, buckled under the first shockwave.
"Wait for me!"
Ye Er’s shout preceded her arrival, the rogue talisman outracing her footsteps. It pierced the formation’s sanctum—the untouchable ‘Kunlun Mirror’—merging seamlessly.
Transfiguration followed.
Jade pallor darkened to starless void. The mirror’s surface rippled with emerging cloud patterns and dragon-bird shapes, its frame expanding twofold. Archaic seal scripts materialized across the reverse as amethyst vapors churned within.
With the talisman’s absorption, the purple mist erupted—a luminous geyser tearing through the Abyss’ smothering gloom.
