The Stars Beyond

Chapter 339: Communication With Another Mythological Civilization

The aged voice had a sense of profound indifference, followed by an overwhelming sense of desolation, leaving behind boundless melancholy.

Without hesitation, stacks of scriptures were continuously thrown into the bonfire, as if an era were disappearing, turning into remnants of the great Tao amidst the flames.

The helpless words of the dying elder, the flickering firelight, the profound and desperate emotions, accompanied by the chill of late autumn, left a disturbing impression.

Wang Xuan was immersed in the scene, as if witnessing the end of a mythological civilization, where even the mightiest could not alter the inevitable demise.

His gaze followed the flickering flames that revealed more figures, each seated on a scripture. Men and women, humans, and unseen races alike, all sighed together as they aged and perished within the fire.

Wang Xuan watched silently, knowing he couldn't change anything; this was a fading memory of the past.

Among the scriptures, one exuded countless strands of sword qi, piercing the heavens and scattering the stars beyond, disrupting the splendid galaxy. Undoubtedly, this was a monumental figure that shook the world.

A man with snow-white hair stood on the scripture with his gaze fixed on the stars, swaying with the sword qi that exuded from his body. He felt powerless.

"As transcendence crumbles, the universe corrects itself, and my power begins to dissipate. All my efforts ultimately return to cosmic dust." said the man.

He held up the sky with his own strength, but eventually, it started to dim rapidly. In the end, he aged and perished, dying with the passage of time as he sat on the scripture.

Thus, the sky that he held up, along with the mythological planets behind him, vanished completely from the extraordinary realm and were never to be seen again.

Wang Xuan was deeply moved. This man was undoubtedly a supreme powerhouse when compared to the current world. The greatest figure in a certain immortal realm, fighting back the universe's correction.

He stood at the forefront, intending to preserve the last remnants of the extraordinary light. However, fate was sealed, and as it continued to dwindle, weakness and aging befell him, and he perished in the passage of time like an ordinary mortal.

Witnessing this scene, Wang Xuan couldn't help but sigh. Taking history as a lesson, this was what was destined to happen in the future, and no one could escape it.

Even peerless powerhouses like the female Taoist, Zhang Daoling, the ascetic monk, and the ancestor of the Immortals were no exception. They could be directly compared to the white-haired man.

The scriptures recorded the fall of the white-haired man, who was then cast into the bonfire.

Then, countless lights erupted from within and a woman with boundless spiritual energy opened up an infinite domain from her spiritual core. She soared into the sky with the gods and the divine kingdom behind her.

However, she too was eventually suppressed by the universe. Her body dimmed and her extraordinariness faded away. The realm of the gods disintegrated with a thunderous roar, and scripture after scripture burned and fell into the bonfire.

The ones that could soar into the universe and cast special imprints were all peerless powerhouses of the past era. But all they left for posterity was regret and a sense of powerlessness.

"Don't burn them. Let me take a look," Wang Xuan said with sympathy. He felt for them; this was their lifelong effort, thrown into the flames without a trace left, burned to ashes. It was such a pity.

Even if those people felt that these scriptures were not enough to continue the mythology and difficult to reshape the transcendent world, they could still be left for future generations as reference, providing them with enlightenment.

He reached out to touch those scriptures, wanting to stop them. He subconsciously did so without knowing how many years and how many great eras separated them.

Hmm?

His spiritual eye and spirit seemed to have touched something.

Wang Xuan's body trembled. Right after that, his spiritual body stood on the burning scriptures, approaching the ancients from those long years ago.

"Evil spirit?!" A man with a relatively young face but with weary eyes and gray hair turned to look at him and actually spoke.

Of course, that wasn't his real voice, but a type of spiritual wave that traversed across time and space. He could actually see him!

Wang Xuan was deeply surprised, wanting to speak. He wanted to speak through his spiritual waves, but he found himself unable to do so.

Could Evil spirit still be defined this way? Were his previous encounters also like this?

There was no doubt that the man that stood on this scripture was exceptionally powerful. Even the pages of the scripture emitted a soaring light, swirling around him.

He raised his giant hand that covered the sky and pressed down towards Wang Xuan. Many different flaming runes of the Tao that were according to the scripture, engulfed Wang Xuan.

With a bang, Wang Xuan's spirit turned into a rain of light, disappearing from this scripture. He evaporated and returned to his physical body.

Returning to his body, Wang Xuan realized that his heart was pounding like a drum, thumping loudly. His body was covered in cold sweat.

Just now, he clearly felt death knocking on his door. His spirit was obliterated just with someone raising their hand. Faced with such an extraordinary figure, he would be killed instantly with no chance of escaping!

"Is this the real gap between me and Fang Yuzhu, and the Old Zhang that’s behind the scenes?" gasped Wang Xuan while drenched in sweat from head to toe.

Meeting a person of such caliber, a single glance from him would be enough to annihilate me, raising a hand would extinguish everything. He could even hold up the sky by himself across space and time, delivering a devastating blow.

"He mistook me for an Evil spirit?" Wang Xuan pondered, wondering if this creature needed to be redefined or if the person had sensed it wrongly.

After this experience, Wang Xuan felt exhausted. It was truly a near death experience to the point that his spirit was still tense.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you? Don't go too far!" the round-faced girl shouted.

Wang Xuan lowered his head and suddenly realized that he was too nervous. He reached out to pat the head of the little white tiger again, rubbing it over and over. The White TIger must have hated him to death.

She backed away, watching him warily and fiercely.

"What did you see just now?" Wang Xuan asked her, wondering if she had seen the scene of him being strangled on top of the scripture.

The round-faced girl was stunned, shaking her head. She hadn't seen anything, but she tilted her head and thought for a moment, saying, "For a moment, you seemed to be completely silent, as if you disappeared from this world, leaving only an empty shell."

Wang Xuan silently pondered. It wasn't without gains. He saw a large number of burning runes covering him. Although they were fragments of the scripture, the momentary spiritual resonance still gave him some enlightenment.

"In that era, many people liked to open up a small world to accommodate themselves, and to thrive within it. It emphasised the endless cycle of all things. However, they still couldn't escape the arrival of the era of exhaustion."

He sat down cross-legged. Based on what he had learned, he attempted to experience it. Gradually, a hazy divine aura appeared around him. Naturally, he couldn't create a small world with his level of cultivation, but even so, it amazed the little white tiger with widened eyes.

"Were you immersed in ancient scriptures just now, sparring with ancient people, and getting beaten up?" the round-faced girl asked quickly and eagerly.

Wang Xuan's expression turned grim immediately and shouted, "Bring the Memory Crystal!"

The little white tiger said, "I did it for your own good. It's a valuable experience to revisit the vanished mythical civilization. The Demon Lord also went through it back in the day."

"How did she go through it? Tell me," Wang Xuan became interested.

"She was killed instantly by a supreme expert. Then, she kept challenging and getting stronger with each setback, laying a solid foundation for her future greatness," the little white tiger explained.

Wang Xuan was astonished upon hearing this and decided to select particularly powerful scriptures again. He planned to capture the mythical texts of the scriptures moments before death approached.

The little white tiger quickly interjected, "Wait, you missed something. The Demon Lord took me with her at the time, only then did she pass through the dangers without dying. I was also involved in those events. It shows that with me around, we can turn adversity into fortune. Together, let's do it together!"

Wang Xuan noticed how shamelessly the white tiger took credit for everything.

Looking at her chubby face, he couldn't help himself. He pinched her behind the ears and rubbed her head. Just as she was about to roar, he preemptively said, "If you're not afraid of death, let your spirit out of your body and follow me."

This time, Wang Xuan carefully selected an extremely astonishing scripture. As he flipped through the pages, it depicted galaxies being born and dying.

The spirit of the round-faced girl left the white tiger's body, and followed Wang Xuan forward. They landed on an exceptionally splendid scripture that was still burning.

There was a woman that resembled an empress. Her spiritual temperament and physical appearance were no weaker than Fang Yuzhu. Her strength was exceptionally formidable. The disdainful expression she wore, stronger than that of any man, seemed to dismiss all past strong figures with contempt.

Here, Wang Xuan further understood the essence of cultivation in this mythical civilization. Opening up a small world was the foundation for the most powerful individuals.

Near this woman, there was a mythical world derived from her. It used to be grand and vast, but now it was compressing, almost shrinking down to her height.

This was her mythical world, undergoing changes, condensing, connecting to the distance, forming a path resembling a mythical tunnel.

Elegant and powerful as she was, she cast a final wistful glance at the vast universe outside. She sighed, then turned and walked towards the depths of the mythical tunnel, as if trying to approach something.

Wang Xuan's pupils contracted. At that moment, he distinctly sensed faint traces of True Energy materializing in the depths of the tunnel. It was faint but undeniably present.

This woman, a tremendously powerful being with silver hair strewn about, was seeking to approach real power, and she had made some progress.

However, the progress she made was not considered a success. The transcendence was corrected and the universe returned to its ordinary state as the mythical civilization came to an end. She was destined to fail.

"She's extremely powerful, making preliminary progress towards True energy, but alas," sighed Wang Xuan. However, these words only echoed in his mind; the actual spiritual vibrations couldn't be conveyed outward.

He witnessed the scene after transcendence collapsed. The mythical tunnel continued to collapse as the woman and her scriptures burned, descending all around. She turned into blood and fire, mixing together with the scriptures, and it ended.

In her final glance before dissipating, the woman glanced at him and the round-faced girl. Though she didn't act, as the scriptures fell, both Wang Xuan and the girl exploded and disappeared into the light rain.

After a pitch-black period, Wang Xuan and the little white tiger both revived. Death felt so real, the experience so profound, leaving them with lingering fear.

"See that? With me around, everything is safe and sound. We've returned safely!" Upon returning to their bodies, the round-faced girl immediately sought praise.

Unable to bear her, Wang Xuan grabbed her tiger head and rubbed it again and again!

"Owwww..." She growled while making threatening gestures.

Wang Xuan sat down cross-legged. He repeatedly experienced death, standing on those scriptures from an unknown era time and time again. Indirectly communicating with another mythical civilization.

The benefits were obvious; some extremely powerful individuals were also seeking a way out, trying to reshape a new mythical world. They were beginning to approach True Energy.

Wang Xuan was contemplating and absorbing the strange substances that overflowed from within the scriptures in the bonfire. In a daze, he seemed to see the Realm of Truth.

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