384: Reverse life (2)

The era came to a close, and the legends of heroes were washed away by the long river of time, leaving no trace.

After Wang Yun disappeared, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths entered a brand-new era.

The legend of the "Realm Sea Portal" gradually fell into silence with the passing of time.

It was once the ultimate goal pursued by countless experts, but with Wang Yun's disappearance, this path seemed to have been completely severed.

That Opportunity leading to longevity became an unreachable swan song.

In this new era, a Great Emperor of extraordinary talent was born.

He ruled the world, and during his reign, no one could match him.

At the Peak of his rule, this Great Emperor also cast his gaze toward the Realm Sea, attempting to follow in Wang Yun's footsteps and explore that ultimate secret.

He gathered the top forces of the entire era and utilized countless Heaven And Earth Treasures to forge a supreme warship made of Imperial Weapon Divine Materials, creating a grand momentum.

The fleet ventured deep into the Realm Sea, breaking through layers of Chaos and traveling even further.

But in the end, he was still obstructed in the deepest part of the Realm Sea.

He exhausted the power of an entire era, yet he still failed to reach the end, only able to return empty-handed with endless regret.

Even more lamentable was that this matchless Great Emperor mysteriously disappeared during the most glorious period of his life, his whereabouts unknown.

With his disappearance, this brilliant era also came to a hasty close.

Time once again flowed rapidly.

Era after era passed like fleeting clouds.

The Dark Turmoil that once swept through the Ten Lands and that bone-deep fear had long since been completely forgotten by the world.

Even the story of that ambitious, missing Great Emperor had become a myth that could only be found by scouring the most ancient records.

Today's Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are thriving.

Various Orthodoxies stand tall.

Prodigies emerge in succession, as brilliant as the stars.

This is a Golden Great Age; new Laws, new Orthodoxies, and new figures form a brand-new picture.

This world no longer recognizes Wang Yun at all.

And within that eternal Chaos void, where no one can observe.

The taiji diagram, formed from Luo Xi's Yin Origin and Wang Yun's Yang Dao Body, finally began a new evolution after an endless period of silence.

It rotated slowly, like a newborn heart of the Universe, beginning to actively absorb the most primitive and pure Chaos Qi from its surroundings.

That which was once the indestructible will—its core concept of "indestructibility"—had long since been forcibly stripped away and completely integrated with this Yin and Yang Chaos, no longer distinguishing between good and evil, leaving only the characteristic of eternal existence.

No one knows how many more years passed.

At the center of the taiji diagram, that single point representing Wang Yun's final true spirit awakened amidst the endless evolution.

Indestructibility, Yin and Yang, Heaven and Earth, Chaos.

Four distinctly different yet perfectly fused supreme powers began to use his true spirit as the core to reconstruct themselves.

A brand-new body slowly took shape within the Chaos.

This body was no longer purely Yang and rigid, but contained the rotation of Yin and Yang, and the supreme dao rhyme of the beginning of all things.

It was born of Chaos and merged with the indestructible, as if it were naturally a part of this eternal void.

A brand-new Physique, the "Indestructible Physique," was born.

Within the Chaos, Wang Yun opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm, as if he had initially grasped the true meaning of this eternal Chaos... At the edge of the Realm Sea.

A grand fleet composed of dozens of giant Dao Vessels was suspended there, with the light of Formations flowing over the hulls, radiating Divine Might.

This was a fleet formed by a dozen of the top Schools of the current age, bringing their excellent Disciples to the Realm Sea to "observe the spectacle."

The deck of the flagship Dao Vessel was crowded with young Disciples, the atmosphere lively and restless.

"Look! That is the legendary Realm Sea! It's said that even time and space are chaotic inside; even a Saint might get lost if they enter!"

"I heard that ages ago, there was a supreme being who suppressed the Dark Turmoil single-handedly, and he finally disappeared into this Realm Sea!"

The young Disciples pointed excitedly at the greyish, constantly twisting and churning spectacle ahead, animatedly discussing those ancient legends that had long since become blurred.

In a corner of the deck, a young man named Zhu Wen stood alone, appearing somewhat out of place.

He was not a favored child of heaven and came from an ordinary background; he had only obtained the qualification to observe as a reward for narrowly defeating a Core Disciple during a Sect competition, despite being heavily injured.

In a Sect filled with factions that emphasized family background, someone like him was naturally not well-received.

He stood alone in the corner, far away from his fellow Disciples who were gathered in groups, high-spirited and confident.

Just then, several Disciples dressed in luxurious clothes with extraordinary Auras passed by him, surrounding a Core Disciple.

The Core Disciple leading them was the grandson of a powerful Elder within the Sect, named Li Ran, who was accustomed to being arrogant and overbearing.

Li Ran glanced at Zhu Wen, smiled contemptuously, and deliberately mocked him loudly to those around him.

"Heh, he really struck pure dumb luck. Any random riffraff can scramble up here to see the Realm Sea; it's truly a waste of a precious spot."

A lackey beside him immediately understood and chimed in shrilly.

"Exactly, Senior Brother Li. I heard this spot was originally meant for Elder Wang's nephew. I really don't know what connections this kid used or what luck he stumbled into."

These harsh words clearly reached Zhu Wen's ears.

He quietly clenched his fists, but in the end, he slowly relaxed them.

He just lowered his head and said nothing, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

"He's just relying on his family background. If it really came down to a life-and-death struggle in a dangerous place, it's not certain who would be protecting whom."

He chose to endure, not wanting to cause trouble in such a high-profile setting and leave a bad impression on the Sect Elders.

Because he was being ostracized, and to avoid this group of people, he subconsciously moved further to the side, putting more distance between himself and the crowd.

The position where he now stood was already at the edge of the deck, where the defensive Formation's light screen was relatively thin.

It was at this very moment.

In the deepest part of the Realm Sea, at the location of Wang Yun's rebirth, an unimaginably vast amount of energy suddenly erupted, triggering a Chaos Storm that no one had anticipated.

Boom!

The terrifying fluctuation was transmitted to the edge of the Realm Sea in an instant, exceeding the speed of light.

The fleet was like a lonely boat in the waves, shaking violently.

The defensive Formations of all the Dao Vessels shone brilliantly, emitting an overwhelmed humming sound.

At the edge where Zhu Wen was located, a gap happened to appear in the Formation's light screen for a split second under this terrifying impact.

An irresistible and massive suction force suddenly pulled from that tiny gap.

"Ah!"

Zhu Wen only had time to let out half a cry of alarm before he was instantly swept out of the Dao Vessel.

Like an insignificant leaf, he was easily tossed into the endless Chaos in the deepest part of the Realm Sea.

On the deck, Li Ran and the others saw this scene, but instead of panic, their faces showed expressions of gloating.

"Serves him right."

"Being swept into the Chaos, he's dead for sure!"

Li Ran said lowly, then turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Wen felt his body being rapidly decomposed, and even his Divine Soul was being torn by the chaotic Laws.

He had been swept into a place that, in his understanding, meant certain death.

Endless fear enveloped him, and he didn't even have time for regret.

Just as his consciousness was on the verge of fading, he saw a figure in his blurred vision.

In the deathly silent Chaos, a figure was slowly walking toward him.

In Zhu Wen's heart, only final despair remained.

He thought it was one of those terrifying creatures from legend that fed on Chaos and used lost beings as blood food.

He closed his eyes, preparing to welcome death.

However, the expected pain did not arrive.

A calm voice sounded in his ear—no, in the depths of his Divine Soul.

"Fellow Daoist."

Zhu Wen opened his eyes in shock.

He saw that the "terrifying creature" had already arrived before him and was quietly looking at him.

"What year is it now?"