blogombal Chapter 3 Remnants of the Chaotic Ancient Era
Chapter 3 Remnants of the Chaotic Ancient Era
"who I am……"
Darkness, endless darkness.
Consciousness floats and sinks in nothingness, without up or down, without left or right, without time, without space. It seems as if billions of years have passed, yet it also seems as if it were just a moment.
Then, suddenly, light appeared.
Like a crack opening in the darkness, my consciousness instinctively drew towards that light, passing through layers of mist and overcoming obstacles.
Yu Dao opened his eyes.
The first thing that came into view was a dimly lit dome, covered with ancient runes, most of which were broken and had lost their luster. The remaining patterns shimmered faintly in the darkness.
He lay on a cold stone platform, which exuded a chill that seeped into his bones.
"here it is……"
Yu Dao's voice was hoarse and low, as if he hadn't spoken for a very long time. His throat was so dry, as if it had been sanded, and every syllable was incredibly difficult to utter.
He slowly sat up, his body empty. The once vast spiritual power had vanished, leaving only a few weak remnants flowing slowly through his meridians.
The next moment, memories flooded back like a tide.
His name is Yu Dao.
One day, a time traveler travels from Earth to a world called "Immortal Realm".
When he transmigrated, the Immortal Realm was in a period of great turmoil. A Heavenly Emperor named Huang had risen to power, conquering his way from the lower realms to the Immortal Realm, becoming an unparalleled giant among the Immortal Kings. His name resounded throughout the ages, and his deeds were known throughout all the heavens and myriad realms.
As a seasoned online novel reader, Yu Dao naturally had read "Covering the Sky" and "Perfect World".
He immediately realized that he had transmigrated to the chaotic end of the ancient era in the "Covering the Sky" trilogy.
Yu Dao knew how dangerous the end of the Chaotic Ancient Era was. One day in the future, the darkness on the other side of the Boundary Sea would sweep everything away. Even if the Desolate Heavenly Emperor turned the tide, all the heavens and myriad realms would still be completely destroyed, and even the Immortal Kings would not be spared.
He seized every opportunity to cultivate himself diligently, and because of his exceptional talent, he was fortunate enough to be admitted to the Heavenly Court.
In less than ten thousand years, he cultivated from a mortal to the Supreme level. In the Immortal Realm, such speed was astonishing. He was entrusted with an important task and served as one of the guardian generals of the Heavenly Court's Scripture Hall.
The Sutra Repository is one of the most important places in the Heavenly Court. It houses countless classic texts of immortal cultivation, secret manuals of techniques, and insights into cultivation, representing the culmination of the life's work of countless powerful figures in the Heavenly Court.
During his time in the Heavenly Court, Yu Dao, who was just beginning to show his talent, was fortunate enough to receive guidance from several Immortal Kings. Even after the Desolate Heavenly Emperor created the Dharma, he intended to help a group of promising young people switch to cultivating the Secret Realm Dharma, and he was on the list.
In the eyes of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, these potential seeds, after switching to the Secret Realm Technique, all have the qualities of True Immortals, and some even have the hope of reaching the level of Immortal Kings, and can become the backbone of the Heavenly Court in the future.
However, darkness fell!
That was an unprecedented catastrophe.
Beyond the Boundary Sea, the most terrifying dark upheaval in history has arrived. Countless dark creatures surge forth from the depths of the Boundary Sea, overwhelming and endless!
In the midst of the crisis, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor personally intervened, fighting against the Four Dark Emperors. It was a battle at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level; every strike was enough to shatter the universe, and every move was enough to tear apart an ancient realm. All the heavens and seas were engulfed in war, and from the Immortal Kings to the Divine Generals and Heavenly Soldiers, everyone in the Heavenly Court threw themselves into the battle.
As a divine general of the Heavenly Court, Yu Dao naturally joined the battle.
He remembered killing countless enemies, being covered in blood, and being almost exhausted.
The last thing he remembered was a dark abyss descending.
That was an unparalleled dark technique, originating from a being of unimaginable terror. The dark path pierced through the battlefield, heading straight for the Heavenly Court's Scripture Repository.
The Sutra Repository collapsed.
The terrifying shockwave swept everything away. Almost all the restrictions on the Scripture Hall were activated in that attack, yet they still couldn't stop the destructive power. Yu Dao was caught in the aftershock and, along with the damaged Scripture Hall, was knocked into the unpredictable depths of the void.
Then came endless darkness.
A prolonged coma.
No dreams, no consciousness, nothing at all.
As if forgotten by the world, time seemed to stand still for him.
I don't know how many years have passed.
He awoke on this stone platform at this very moment.
"I'm still alive..."
Yu Dao slowly stood up and looked around.
The dome shattered, the walls cracked, and countless pebbles and tiles were scattered on the ground. Those walls, once covered with Daoist marks and shimmering with celestial light, were now nothing but a desolate gray.
But the remaining traces still show how magnificent and grand this place once was.
"The ruins of the Sutra Repository." Yu Dao's tone was filled with emotion.
Although it was so dilapidated that it was almost unrecognizable, and although the light of the immortal path had long since dimmed, the familiar layout, the remaining runes, and the unique architectural style—Yu Dao had spent countless days and nights here, perusing countless classics and comprehending countless great principles. He was intimately familiar with every brick, every tile, every beam, and every pillar here.
Now, only ruins remain.
He paused briefly, then strode out of the hall.
His steps were unsteady, and a certain decline was undeniable. His spiritual energy was almost depleted, and his physical body was extremely weak. But he still walked out of the main hall and arrived at the mountain peak outside.
Outside.
Thick black fog enveloped the entire mountain peak.
The black mist surged and flowed before him, as if it were alive. Yu Dao frowned slightly, reached out his hand, and a wisp of black mist wrapped around his fingertips.
In an instant, he understood the origin of the black mist.
This is the product of the intertwining of two forces.
One type is the immortal restriction power of the Sutra Repository. It was a protective array set up by the Heavenly Court's powerful figures. It had been baptized by the immortal light of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor and had remained immortal for countless ages. Although it was mostly destroyed by that supreme dark treasure technique, the remaining restriction power still existed. Over the long years, it evolved and formed part of this black mist.
Another possibility is the remnant of the dark magic that destroyed the library.
Although the attack from that terrifying being did not completely obliterate the Scripture Hall, its power deeply penetrated every corner of the hall. Over countless years, the dark matter had been worn away by time, losing most of its terrifying aspects, but it still remained, intertwined with the power of the immortal restrictions, forming this eerie black mist.
Yu Dao withdrew his finger, his gaze piercing through the black mist as he looked down the mountain.
At the foot of the majestic mountains, several faint breaths...
With a wave of his hand, several wisps of spiritual imprints drifted from the black mist at the foot of the mountain and landed in his palm.
In an instant, he learned the origin of these fragmented spiritual imprints. They were traces left by cultivators of this era, belonging to those intruders who perished in the black mist in this life.
Within their spiritual imprints are fragments of their memories, their obsessions, and their fears and resentments before death.
Looking at these cultivators who perished at the foot of the mountain like moths to a flame, Yu Dao sighed softly.
Through countless eras, countless cultivators have fought for the chance to cross the threshold of immortality, risking their lives for an ancient scripture, a divine herb, or a celestial treasure. Yet, in the end, only a handful succeed.
The black mist formed by the fusion of the powers of the two supreme domains, even though it was already broken and had lost most of its power over the years, was still something that ordinary cultivators could not resist.
The once sacred Heavenly Palace has now been transformed into a desolate wasteland...
Yu Dao closed his eyes and quietly began to understand the memories of these fallen cultivators through these spiritual imprints.
"The ancient star of the Big Dipper..."
"The Northern Regions of the Eastern Wilderness..."
"The first emperor after the ancient era... A lotus blooming in the eternal blue sky..."
"The Azure Emperor has not appeared in the world for a thousand years..."
"The Seven Forbidden Zones of Life... The Eighth Forbidden Zone..."
As he read, a ripple of emotion spread across his face.