C992 Divine Perish
"So... he's gone just like that?"
Perched upon the Golden Throne under the dim sky, President Lyi gazed blankly down at the Domain Channel below, his mind's eye fixed on the abrupt vanishing of Yu Yuan.
Before his very eyes, a strange power had emerged from a fissure in the Domain's wall.
In an instant, Yu Yuan was drawn into it.
At the moment of Yu Yuan's disappearance, the three ancient black characters—Hui, Bi, and Shang—suddenly lost all their luster and vanished without a trace.
The outpouring of space magic from the Domain Channel within the chasm struck President Lyi with awe, and everyone near the pit felt their hearts race.
Zhou You's voice, heavy with gravity, broke the silence, "The Domain Channel deep within the earth will soon descend into complete chaos."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As if in answer, the three Demon Gods, with Sidla at the helm, led the remaining Sky Fiends into the perilous Domain Channel without hesitation, diving in like a flock of birds.
Some weaker Demon Generals and Demon Guards were ripped apart the moment they entered the Domain Channel.
Their Demon Armor and demonforms were torn asunder by various space rifts, vanishing into distant realms.
The deep growls of the Abyssal Leviathan and the Great Demon God Grec echoed intermittently from the depths of the channel.
The giant beast, whose ferocity had been known across the extraterrestrial Star River for eons, seemed to be obstructing the Hellmouth, even delving into it to confront the current chieftain of the Blood Fiend clan.
The skirmish between these two supreme beings, though brief, stirred a tumult that shook the heavens.
Boom!
The final group of Sky Fiends, as they slipped into the Domain Channel, were obliterated in an instant by the extraordinary force of the space magic—their souls and demonforms utterly extinguished.
Subsequently, the bottom of the pit was engulfed in chaos, the channel brimming with turbulent and twisted psionic power.
"Don't venture any further."
As Mia of the Shadowkin and Beru of the Starborn approached with their kin, Zhou You shook his head and barred their way with a horsetail whisk, "It's too late. The path to the Hellmouth is now temporarily sealed. Any creature that dares to enter now will be met with nothing but death."
With a sudden rip, a tiny spark of starlight vanished into the chaos.
Beru of the Starborn felt a pang of soul-deep pain flash through his eyes, prompting an involuntary sigh.
Undeterred by superstition, he concentrated a thread of his soul's consciousness, curious to see if it was possible to carve a path through the tumultuous Domain Channel to reach the Hellmouth.
But as soon as his soul's consciousness touched the chaos, it was obliterated by the raging time magic.
"Take his advice—don't attempt to return to the Extraterrestrial Star River this way."
Beru withdrew his gaze from the abyss and turned to Mia and the Otherkin leader who had not yet managed to return. The lines on his face deepened, aging him considerably in just a moment.
With Grec gone and most Sky Fiends having fled, they were left wondering what to do next.
Without the Domain Channel, and with the grand array in the forbidden area disabled, how would they find their way back to the Everlands across the Infinite Galaxy, where they had come to trade?
"Great Demon God Grec."
"Abyssal Leviathan."
"Yu Yuan..."
The remaining powerhouses and archdemons in the forbidden area ceased their battles, gathering around the pit or hovering in the sky.
Their gazes shifted between the chaos within the pit and the individuals beside them, filled with complexity.
"The Soulforge Pool and the statue have also slipped into the Domain Channel, vanishing through the rift."
President Lyi, seated upon the Golden Throne, stroked his chin thoughtfully. His pupils danced with intricate patterns of golden lightning, a testament to his profound wisdom.
The somber sky was suddenly graced with a spectacle!
An orange meteor shower pierced the heavy leaden clouds, cleaving the dark heavens, and burst forth high above, illuminating vast regions of the Everlands.
Despite the absence of night, the orange meteor shower was strikingly conspicuous.
Many cultivators practicing fire magic felt an oppressive force weighing down on their souls and hearts, causing them great discomfort.
Individuals like Feng Pu and Mo Baichuan struggled with labored breathing as their internal auras became disrupted.
Then, two cultivators from the Sunlit Order were compelled to manifest their Divine Visages.
At the Ruby Hand, Zhang Guanyu of the Unbound Realm let out a muffled groan and transformed into a vast pool of flames. The peculiar actions of Feng Pu, Mo Baichuan, and Zhang Guanyu left everyone astounded.
"It's not a meteor shower, but rather..."
The Golden Elephant God from Shadow's Keep, in human form, hovered in the air, his eyes radiating golden light as he summoned his divine power for a closer examination. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he exclaimed, "My heavens!"
The Peacock Queen, Yao Huangqi, the King of Wraiths, Ann Wen, Guang Hong, and other Unbound cultivators were startled by his reaction. Consequently, these powerful Unbound cultivators and ninth-level archdemons each employed their unique mystiques to meticulously observe the orange-red meteor shower.
What they saw were orange-red spears!
The dense spears, trailing resplendent flames, shattered the wall of the Everlands, a barrier sealed by primordial spirits and Dark Deities, returning from the extraterrestrial Star River. The orange-red spears, as if possessing souls of their own, emitted mournful cries.
When the Unbound cultivators and ninth-level Dark Deities finally discerned the true nature of the orange-red meteor shower, they were astonished to realize it was composed of innumerable flaming spears, each one radiating a sense of profound sorrow and grief...
"My heavens!"
The same shock that struck the Golden Elephant God also resonated within Yao Huangqi, Ann Wen, and Guang Hong, as they too recognized the phenomenon. The orange-red meteor shower was made up of the Flame Spear, a divine artifact of the Sunlit Order!
The Flame Spear, a third-level Divine artifact, was one of the Sunlit Order's most cherished relics. According to legend, the Flame Spear was forged by the first two generations of Sunlit Order sect masters, who gathered five types of 'Heavenly Flames' from the Infinite Galaxy and refined it with celestial god-iron.
For nearly two thousand years, the Flame Spear, a divine artifact, had been held by Lee Tianxin. Lee Tianxin, the former Lord of Mount Solarian, was the junior brother of the previous sect master, Mo Baichuan's mentor in his spiritual journey, and the most venerable cultivator within the Sunlit Order.
Most crucially, Lee Tianxin held the position of the second-highest primordial spirit cultivator in the Sunlit Order, second only to the sect master himself.
At this moment, the Flame Spear had returned from beyond our world, heavy with grief and sorrow. Yet, Lee Tianxin, its master, was conspicuously absent.
The demise of a primordial spirit had altered the very fabric of the Everlands. Those with similar powers felt a resonance, growing stronger the closer they were to the source.
Witnessing Feng Pu, Mo Baichuan, and Zhang Guanyu of the Ruby Hand uncontrollably summon their Divine Visages to counter this overwhelming force, anyone with insider knowledge could easily deduce the tragedy that had unfolded.
Lee Tianxin, the venerable wielder of the Flame Spear and the most ancient cultivator of the Sunlit Order, who had long resided in the extraterrestrial realms, had perished under mysterious circumstances!
His death prompted the artifact soul within the Flame Spear to instinctively return to its origin—the Sunlit Order.
The passing of such a mighty primordial spirit brought about a subtle yet profound shift in the cosmic order of the entire Everlands, a change that many could perceive.
"The death of the primordial spirit!"
"The turmoil beyond our world is immeasurably more perilous than any internal strife!"
"Though I sensed that the return of the Boulderdawn Sect might herald the death of a Most High, I never imagined it would come so swiftly."
"Even a peak primordial spirit has been shattered. The disturbances within the Everlands are evidently just beginning!"
"..."
A pall had fallen over the hearts of the mighty from the five great powers; none believed that the victory in the Moonfall Sanctuary could be attributed to Grec's departure alone.
