Outside of Time - Chapter 1333

Chapter 1311 The Long-Awaited

Wanggu Continent.

A desolate wasteland.

The bleak wind did not blow from the sea, but rather arose spontaneously from different domains due to the continuous pressure of heaven and earth.

Growing larger and larger, it swept in all directions, eventually engulfing the entire Wanggu Continent.

Wherever it passed, the howling sound resembled a mournful funeral song.

The ancient mountains of each domain in the wind resembled ancient dragons lying stiff, their backs no longer covered with green scales, but with layers of dark brown rock.

Grass and trees were no longer suitable for growth.

Only the remnants of subterranean fire seeping from the cracks in the mountains scorched the mountains of each domain, making them look like charred corpses.

This was the thirty-first year of the Xia calendar for the human race.

Twenty-seven years had passed since the Great Emperor of the Sword swung his sword towards the heavens.

These twenty-seven years had been difficult for Wanggu.

The rumbling from the heavens, like a countdown, weighed heavily on the myriad races of the Wanggu Continent, like a death knell.

Under this sound, all races were forcibly made equal in the matter of death.

Thus, despair not only rose in the heavens and earth but also grew in the hearts of all living beings for twenty-seven years.

Therefore… before the Frost’s Descent, the heavens and earth already carried a sense of desolation.

The entire Wanggu became like a corpse, withered grass and trees.

The alien substance grew increasingly concentrated.

The sky was suppressed, crushed, and stuck together by leaden clouds. Even when the occasional blood-red sunset peeked through the clouds, the light and shadow cast on the cracked earth were only mottled like knife scars.

Survival became increasingly difficult.

Even in the sparsely populated north of Wanggu, on the icy plains, muffled sounds often rang out. The eternally unmelting ice, year after year, began to crack in large swathes.

Those ice fragments, carrying the ancient, sealed wails, swept across the land with the cold wind, pressing the withered wild grass into corpses close to the ground.

As for the south, despair was even more pronounced, with tribal wars fought over resources forming battlefields.

In the countdown to death, more resources meant better tribute, the hope for the survival of the race.

This was a decree passed down from the sacred land beyond the heavens seven years ago:

“When we descend, the five races that offer the most tribute will not be annihilated.”

Thus, war became frequent.

Until a year ago, with the anomaly in the heavens, the war gradually subsided.

Only on the battlefields strewn with corpses, the dried black blood became witnesses to the chaos.

Now, the wind comes from afar, sweeping across the battlefield, but it cannot carry away the lingering stench of blood; it can only cause the faded prayer flags wrapped around the hilts of broken swords to flutter in the wind,

emitting a dying sob,

becoming part of the sound of the wind.

The entire Wanggu Continent is in a state of oppression.

As for the Forbidden Sea, it is the same.

The once surging waves have long since solidified into inky walls of water; the entire Forbidden Sea… has become an ice sea!

Occasionally, cracks appear in the ice; some have connected the patterns of those cracks and discovered that they form a prophetic image of the gradual collapse of Wanggu.

Perhaps it was a warning left by the spirit of the Sword-Wielding Emperor for the ancient world.

And today…

the final stroke of this Wanggu Collapse Map is being completed amidst the cracking sounds emanating from within the ice.

During this process, the sound of the glacier splitting grows louder and louder,

just like the increasingly rapid heartbeats of the myriad races of Wanggu.

This also includes Fenghai County!

Within Fenghai County, all the forces of the Holy Lan Domain and the Black Spirit Domain have gathered. Among them are the Seven Blood Eyes, Xu Qing’s former acquaintances, and the worshippers of the Black Heaven Clan.

Although they are all exhausted, having endured twenty-seven years of hardship, now… each of them

carries an iron will, a resolute determination, and… a death wish!

Wu Jianwu, Kong Xianglong, and Zhang San are among them.

All the forces of Fenghai County, led by Yao Hou, have deployed a grand formation, concentrating all their power, gazing towards the heavens. There was

also Xu Qing’s divine body, sitting cross-legged in the celestial palace beneath Fenghai County, and behind him, in the Phoenix Palace, Zi Xuan, whose eyes had already opened.

Not only in Fenghai County, but the rapid heartbeats reverberated strongly throughout the Sacrifice Moon Domain!

The Crown Prince, Ninth Grandfather, Eighth Grandfather, Third Grandmother, and others stood before the pharmacy in the Bitter Life Mountains, gazing up at the sky with solemn expressions.

Behind them stood Ling’er.

She had grown up, tall and graceful, surrounded by dragon-snake figures, her expression resolute.

The entire Sacrifice Moon Domain was fluctuating; it was a sign that the Reverse Moon Palace, the supreme treasure now under Fifth Grandmother’s control, was operating at full power.

And a similar scene was playing out throughout the entire Wanggu Continent

…

Deep within the Western Desert, in the ancestral hall of the Netherbone Clan, on a throne built from millions of strange bones, the current king of this clan stared intently at the bone mirror in his hand.

The reflection in the mirror was not his own face, but the changing sky of the Wanggu Continent.

…

Within the Mingli Great Domain, located in the eastern part of Wanggu, the Tianjie Clan, the strongest race in the domain, is experiencing frantic writhing in its mother nests.

The enormous cocoons are covered with eye-like markings, and now each eye is oozing green pus.

In the largest mother nest, the clan’s queen sits cross-legged in the center, her twelve tentacles twitching unconsciously, three of which are broken, dripping viscous fluid from the ends.

She is trying to predict the fate of her clan!

…

And further south lies the Turing Clan, a race that has grown rapidly in recent years by devouring smaller clans. They use their ancestor as their totem.

However, at this moment, nine of the twelve totem poles in the totem plaza are broken.

Their patriarch, his eyes bleeding, his expression ferocious, stares at the sky, driven to madness!

…

Apart from the races possessing gods, all other races are in this state at this moment.

Everyone stood ready, in that tense atmosphere, under that oppressive despair, a bitter fear of the future lurking beneath.

Yet they had no choice but to face it.

They all raised their heads, gazing at the heavens!

Especially… the human race!

In the central region of Wanggu, in the great human domain, on the Qiwu Terrace in the imperial capital!

The Empress stood there.

She wore a gilded imperial robe and a human crown.

Twelve crimson-gold tassels hung before her, motionless in the wind,

mirroring her unwavering resolve.

Each tassel was adorned with a phoenix marrow bead tempered by divine fire, one side… making the blood-red divine mark between the brows of the Empress of Li Xia appear even more eerie.

But the other side reflected the vast expanse of black snow stretching for thousands of miles outside the capital!

To be precise, it wasn’t snow, but fragments of the celestial sword energy that had protected Wang Gu for twenty-seven years, shattering and scattering across the world!

They fell on the earth, on the mountains, on the rivers, making a soft, helpless rustling sound.

Amidst this sound, someone strode quickly behind the Empress.

The newcomer was a young man, wearing a four-clawed dragon robe, with long, flowing hair, a slender face, and an air of competence.

It was Ning Yan.

He was no longer the chubby boy Erniu used as a weapon. The current Ning Yan had shed his youthful naiveté; his expression was resolute, and he possessed the dignity befitting a crown prince.

Standing behind the Empress, he gazed at the world outside the capital. After a long pause, his gaze settled on the Empress before him, and he spoke in a low voice,

“Mother, the Yan Yue Xuan Tian Clan has sent out the envoys we sent, announcing that they will be under lockdown for the foreseeable future, and strictly forbidding anyone from entering. They have stated that they will not participate in the war between our clan and the Holy Land.”

“Not only Yan Yue, but the Northern Ming Royal Clan in the north, the Western Chi Di Daluo Clan, the Southern You Ming Yuan Hai Clan, and the Shen Lin Clan in central Wang Gu have all isolated their territories from the outside world.

All the clans in Wang Gu that worship gods are doing the same.”

Ning Yan said in a low voice.

The Empress remained silent.

She had anticipated this; it was simply that Ning Yan was unwilling to accept defeat, which was why he sent envoys to Yan Yue.

The gods are indifferent; observing at this moment is in accordance with their hearts.

The Empress raised her head, gazing at the heavens.

The entire sky was churning, forming a colossal vortex.

The vortex’s vastness was shocking.

As it spun, it was as if the heavens had been gouged out, shedding foul tears of blood, with more and more fragments of sword energy falling.

At the center of that vortex, only those who had reached the Divine Platform realm, or even the Quasi-Immortal realm among cultivators unseen for tens of thousands of years, could see…

deep within the vortex, a continuously widening bloody crack!

The sword strike of the Great Emperor who wielded the Sword had formed a curtain of sword energy, obscuring the sky.

It could have extended Wang Gu’s life by half a century, preventing the descent of ancient immortals and holy lands…

but now, its collapse, which began to accelerate seven years ago, was now nearing its end.

Three years ahead of schedule!

Faintly, through that crack, the Empress could see magnificent holy lands beyond the curtain of sword energy!

And the figures of cultivators emerging from those holy lands.

Within them were some… Quasi-Immortals!

The last Quasi-Immortal of Wanggu was the Sword-Wielder.

But the Holy Lands… their lineage remained unbroken!

And behind those Holy Lands, the Empress saw a vast figure.

It was… the Ancient Immortal who had brought twenty-seven years of oppression to the myriad races of Wanggu!

Just by looking through the crack, the Empress’s mind was instinctively stirred; she could sense the terror emanating from the other.

Although her divine authority was special, it was utterly insignificant compared to the aura emanating from the other.

Just like a Quasi-Immortal, how could he possibly contend with a Xia Immortal!

Therefore, she could imagine the ending: the moment the sword qi curtain shattered would be the time when the calamity of Wanggu would descend.

“Unless… a sacrifice is made!”

The Empress’s hand pressed against the white jade railing in front of her, and she turned her head to look towards Nanhuang Continent! —Still

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