Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 458 - 413 You Have Ten Thousand Years
Chaos Moon suddenly vanished into the sky behind, and then its form morphed into a Canghuo Yinglong.
In an instant, the mythical mountains and rivers erupted in fierce flames, as if Divine Fires from heaven poured down upon the Mortal World, turning the heavens and earth into an unbearably scorching blaze of red.
The vast world was set ablaze, and the Canghuo Yinglong that Chaos Moon had transformed into swam through the flames. One could feel that this once God, too, yearned for a gratifying battle to vent the grievances of being suppressed here for endless years, for its dissatisfaction with those creators who now control the fate of the universe!
The Black Divine Sword stood firm as if it were facing off against a savage dragon. As Wu Hen grasped the sword in his hand, he resolutely sliced towards Disaster.
This slash unleashed a spectacular White River, revealing a shocking tear in the canvas of heaven and earth, where the blade shone with brilliant Electric Thunder. Those electric thunders seemed like ripples that shattered the Plane Pillars, causing an ancient stele in the outer realms to wobble, the Sky Heart to tremble violently, and numerous collapses to occur in the Three-fold War Song Mountain.
The tremendous sword force pierced through several layers of spatial barriers; had Disaster not timely countered with its tail, dissipating the majority of the Black Divine Death Sword's White River Sword Trace, even the outermost Tongtian City might have been heavily affected.
Desire gleamed in Disaster's eyes, as if it hadn't felt such pressure in a very long time. Every inch of dragon blood within it contained energy comparable to an ancient volcano. As its belly rose slowly, the world-ending Cang Fire in its blood quickly gathered at its throat!
Much like holding a searing sun in its mouth...
The Canghuo Yinglong spewed forth dragon flames, not as a terrifying pillar of light or a meteor, but directly towards the zenith. The light-fire dragon flame flowed down from all corners of the sky, turning it into a blood-red hue, rekindling the earth into a blazing red—it seemed as if creatures, from the most minor to the Supreme, would all be reduced to ashes!
Bai Ze, upon seeing dragon flames flowing from all corners, was so frightened that it covered its head with its wings and fled aimlessly.
It was already fast, capable of Cloud-Riding Mist with a single flap of its wings, escaping thousands of miles in a moment. However, after fluttering its wings hundreds of times, Bai Ze could not see the edge of where the dragon flames fell. In the end, it had no choice but to descend into an ancient temple within a desolate city, hoping that the ancient city might shelter it.
One breath was enough to annihilate the world!
In the past, Bai Ze had heard stories of the eight Divine Officers from the long-lived turtles in the realms of the scrolls, and it was aware of Disaster's existence. Now that it witnessed one of Disaster's Divine Skills and saw the manifestation of Divine Power as a primordial Canghuo Yinglong, it realized why the eighth Divine Officer, Disaster, was not included in the realms of the scrolls. Disaster's power was too terrifying; if it had been in the Scroll Realm, perhaps the Mythical Species could not have survived, and the Scroll Realm would no longer be Holy Land, but an outright Purgatory.
Bai Ze considered itself a Divine Beast and didn't regard any high-dimensional beings in this Otherworldly Dust with much importance.
But now, it was no different from a White Sparrow fleeing from a forest fire; its Hu Po eyes had lost their luster, filled with immense fear as it looked up at the sky.
What shocked Bai Ze the most was that even as Disaster unleashed Divine Power not inferior to its glory days, one could still see horizontal sword shadows dominating the Mountain and River Realm!
A sword can slice through space and thus through all spirits; flames are one of these spirits. While the Cang Fire from the Canghuo Yinglong dominated the Mountain and River Realm, the Sword Trace nonetheless cut through the Heavenly Fire and Earthly Flames. Layers upon layers of Black Divine mountains, made up of myriads of swords, comprised the Myriad Sword Mountain, which was Wu Hen's greatest reliance amidst this Cang Fire disaster. Like a Heavenly God descended to eliminate demons and monsters, the Black Divine Sword reigned supreme over all Ancient Demon Gods, undaunted by absolute zero, undisturbed by the core heat of stars.
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As a Seventh-rank Life, Wu Hen's physical body would not be able to survive even a second under such immense Divine Powers. Yet, the Black Divine had long since fused with his spirit, and the Death Sword's awakening moment also unleashed Miracle Factors that cleansed Wu Hen's body, which was evolving towards high-dimensional life.
Perception ascended to a higher realm in this moment, as Three Senses converged and the War Track wove its pattern. What Wu Hen could see was no longer the mountains and rivers dominated by the Cang Fire; the Canghuo Yinglong he saw was not just an ancient Divine Beast. He saw the essence of Disaster—a chaos, like the moon, like the pupil, and even very similar to Little Yi's past form; it was born in a universe filled with Thunder Stinging, Fire Spells, absolute zero, and Evil Wind, gaining Spiritual Wisdom and a soul pattern, before beginning to evolve towards the creator.
It was an imitator of the creator, the life moon of the cold universe; once it had been worshipped by millions of species as an auspicious sign, but now it had become a God of death and disaster. No longer would its figure illuminated by Heavenly Light be seen above the Firmament. Instead, it was suppressed under a cursed land, crafting a world devoid of vitality, with only erosive winds, volatile and destructive Lightning, and Dew lacking in spirit, one it did not even wish to accept.
Good fortune and omen, separated by a fine line—It had completely lost control, abandoned by the eight Divine Officers, falling into endless darkness.
The resentment of Disaster, amplified by Wu Hen's heightened perception, became crystal clear to him, even turning into vast narratives, flickering through his mind.
Wu Hen understood.
How unwilling it had been!
Yet, it also realized that it had lost control, that its suppression here was not by others but by itself, allowing numerous Extreme Disaster Totems to dwell within the heart of the sky, begrudgingly marking out a cemetery, for those Divine Beasts, like itself, who failed and lost control on the path of Ascension and deification, to rest their discontented spirits.
They had lost their way.
Lost completely in the Otherworldly Dust,
Wu Hen's Perception exploded as he beheld the past of the Disaster, understanding all the more that if he wanted to earn the Disaster's Soul Casting, there were no shortcuts. He had to defeat it!
Only by being more powerful could he suppress its out-of-control soul; otherwise, forcibly taking it out of this Divine Mountain that suppressed him, it would become a Death God that brought plague, thunder disasters, drought, and floods everywhere it went. Low-dimensional life forms would become extinct in just a few cycles of Extreme Disaster, and even high-dimensional life would face unprecedented challenges, constantly Crossing Tribulation. This was not what the Disaster wanted; like those eight Divine Officers, it was a creator, a Cangtian God to millions of living beings.
"You are not afraid of Cang Fire…"
"Then have you ever felt my Emperor's Thunder Power!"
The thought transmitted into Wu Hen's mind, and the Disaster, which had transformed into the Canghuo Yinglong, once again fled into the Sky Dome behind itself. Immediately after, a grand visage of majesty appeared within the vast Sky Dome, its aura authoritative, eyes shimmering with a gold glint, and its noble Thunder God Horns extending towards both ends of the sky. Its Thunder Whiskers fluttered while the sparks at the tips emitted Thunder Arcs like a Heavenly Whip, blanketing the heavens and the earth.
Wu Hen stood on the ground where the Cang Fire had just extinguished, watching the Disaster with a trace of surprise.
The Disaster, like Little Yi, was an invisible sovereign, capable of thousands of transformations.
Just moments ago, it was the Canghuo Yinglong, yet now it had become a Jade Emperor Qilin, very similar to the Thunder God Qilin that he had long struggled against. However, everything from its Thunder God Horns and Whiskers to its Heavenly Hoof and Calamity Eyes was more majestic and imposing. By comparison, the Thunder God Qilin appeared to be only a high-quality imitation!
Only then did Wu Hen realize that the Disaster was the sovereign of all Extreme Disaster Totems. All the types of disasters he had previously experienced, it could wield them all!
"Thunder Mountains!"
"Thunder River!"
This was a supremely fair challenge; the Disaster did not deliberately conceal its Divine Power. It even conveyed each one of its Divine Skills to Wu Hen's mind through thoughts, as long as he could decipher and withstand them, he would have earned its recognition!
The Disaster's Thunder Mountains were the Barbaric Thousands Mountain, each Thunder Mountain Range comparable to Mount Everest back in his homeland, nearly ten thousand meters of terrifying proportions descending upside down from the Sky Dome. Such power, on the scale of the entire Solar System, could also bring endless thunder disasters.
And that Thunder River, equally terrifying and soul-striking, with rivers and streams densely scattered across the land, ground all the mountains and rivers of the Mountain and River Realm to dust in an instant!
The overwhelming Thunder Mountain Ranges, the pouring thunder rivers from the sky, were only for the sake of overwhelming a tiny human holding a sword. Wu Hen, wielding the Black Divine Death Sword, would have already been trembling all over if his Perception had not been elevated to the height of the gods at this moment. Without Little Yi, he would have truly been like a speck of cosmic dust.
It was too terrifying. Wu Hen realized that the Disaster truly had reached a level that once ruled the Cosmic Primordial, a scale completely inconceivable to his human form, one could say he knew nothing about real power!
Only when facing the Female and Male Dragons had Wu Hen felt such a vast suffocation. It was hard to imagine what would happen to the people's minds in his homeland if they, while using virtual devices to explore this real universe, had also experienced this divine baptism...
Unknown, insignificant, but human nature had an overwhelmingly strong desire for knowledge, yearning to peek into the universe, to cross dimensions. Yet, the real power of high dimensions was just a Breath, able to bring apocalyptic disasters to a low-dimensional world. Wu Hen even had reason to believe that the Cretaceous extinction event in human history might have been a divinely angry encounter with a life like the Disaster!
Wu Hen felt his thoughts crumbling, his fighting spirit disintegrating.
Little Yi gave him the courage to observe high-dimensional courage but could not overcome the lowliness in his genes. The helplessness of ancient people facing natural disasters, the helplessness of modern people facing the universe, turned out to be the same: the inherent fear towards the unknown and magnitude that comes with life itself.
Finally, Wu Hen found himself in the ancient city where the Bai Ze had taken refuge.
He crumpled into ruins, his right hand still firmly clutching the Black Divine Death Sword, but the Thunder Seed on his body had disappeared, and the Black Void had completely dissipated.
Wu Hen lay in the dust, gazing with bewildered eyes at the Disaster transformed into the Jade Emperor Qilin.
"Don't be anxious."
"You have ten thousand years."
The Jade Emperor Qilin vanished into the sky, gradually morphing back into the Chaos Moon, hanging silently and coldly in the Sky Dome, as if waiting for Wu Hen to reshape his heart, waiting for his next challenge.
