Chapter 1937: Nightmare Abyss (Part 2)

After fleeing nearly a thousand li, another sudden boom echoed from behind them. The space, already riddled with cracks, completely shattered, and everything within it was torn into countless, grotesque fragments.

This sudden spatial catastrophe seemed to cease as abruptly as it began, the booming and swirling of space rapidly subsiding.

Still shaken, Jun Xilei slowed her pace and turned her head. Before her eyes, an incredibly bizarre profound light shot straight up, piercing the grey sky of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning.

Astonishingly, the lower end of this profound light connected directly to the Abyss of Nothingness—an entity that should have consumed everything into oblivion!

"What... is that?" Jun Xilei murmured, her voice laced with bewilderment.

Jun Wuming slowly turned around. His gaze, however, was not fixed on the profound light, but on the turbulent space and lingering thick dust around the Abyss of Nothingness.

As the dust slowly dispersed and visibility gradually improved, one figure after another slowly rose to their feet.

"This place..." a middle-aged man's hoarse voice drifted over, tinged with pain and trepidation. "Is this...?"

"Heh... heh heh..." Another man chuckled softly. "Still alive... It's a shame, this loathsome Abyssal Dust, we still haven't... huh?"

The voice abruptly cut off, and all the figures froze instantly, as if time had suddenly stopped. Then, their bodies began to tremble, and they erupted into soul-shattering roars:

"No... it's not Abyssal Dust..."

"This isn't Abyssal Dust... This isn't Abyssal Dust!!"

These sudden, explosive roars caused Jun Xilei's vision to black out, her ears to go instantly deaf, and her internal organs to churn violently, almost making her vomit blood.

Boom!

The figure at the very front swept an arm, and the dust instantly cleared, revealing seven people.

All seven had completely unfamiliar faces and bore injuries of varying degrees, yet their expressions showed no hint of pain, only extreme excitement and exhilaration.

And the aura radiating from them...

Life nearing its end, all thoughts empty... Yet at this moment, Jun Wuming's pupils were intensely constricted, as if he were experiencing the greatest horror of his fifty millennia of life.

"We succeeded... We succeeded! There's no Abyssal Dust here... no Abyssal Dust! Haha... hahahaha... hahahahahahaha..."

The wild laughter resonated, causing Jun Xilei's trembling body to sway precariously.

"Go... hurry and go!"

Jun Wuming uttered a low, trembling command, but Jun Xilei, with her soul still reeling, remained unresponsive.

Not only was her soul trembling, but the entire surrounding world also seemed to be subtly quivering.

An unsettling aura gradually enveloped the entire God Realm of Absolute Beginning.

"Lord Knight, the passage hasn't closed yet. We should immediately send a message back! Let the Divine Officials know of our success!"

The man referred to as "Lord Knight" wore soft grey armor. He was tall, and terrifyingly cold light emanated from his deep-set eyes.

In contrast to the others, who were covered in wounds, he had scarcely a trace of blood on his body.

"Hmph, do I need you to remind me?" He slowly scanned his surroundings, his expression and words devoid of excitement, chillingly resolute. "The message has already been sent back. This 'passage' should be about to..."

Boom-hum—

Before he could finish speaking, the white light that pierced through the abyss and the sky suddenly disintegrated.

At that moment, the Abyss of Nothingness also reverted to its usual serene, boundless state.

The disappearance of the passage did nothing to diminish their overwhelming elation.

"Zhaoguang, Zhaoming, how are your injuries?" the silver-armored man asked coolly. The two individuals he addressed moved behind him and replied in unison, "Compared to this grand feat of breaching the abyss, these minor injuries are nothing."

"This must be the God Realm of Absolute Beginning mentioned in our records," the silver-armored man said, slowly raising his hand as if embracing this new world. "A world without Abyssal Dust... a world utterly free of it! We have finally waited for this day. A new era begins now, and each of us is a pioneer of this new age."

"Future eras will forever record this day, and our names!"

"And this world, just as those 'outsiders' claimed, is fragile."

He curved his five fingers and made a slight gesture—such a simple movement, yet it tore space like thin paper. "Fragile space, fragile laws, and... fragile beings."

His gaze suddenly shifted, landing directly on Jun Wuming and Jun Xilei.

At that very instant, a low whimper escaped the startled Jun Xilei. An incomparably heavy pressure—so immense it surpassed anything she had ever felt, beyond even her comprehension—bore down upon her, forcing her instantly to her knees, her beautiful face contorted in agony.

Her cultivation was at the mid-level Divine Master realm, and she possessed profound mastery of the sword dao. Even Yun Che, at his full power, could not possibly have suppressed her to such an extent with mere aura.

It felt as if the entire world was pressing down upon her. That overwhelming sense of insignificance was akin to an ant confronting a sky-piercing mountain, utterly unable to muster even a shred of resistance or willpower.

She was a mid-level Divine Master, a successor to the Sword Monarch. Who could ever believe or imagine that such a power existed in this world, capable of rendering her so utterly insignificant?

Jun Wuming still stood proudly in place, though explosive sounds of breaking bones emanated from his body, each sound terrifying to the soul.

"Divine Master realm?" The one called "Zhaoguang" narrowed his eyes slightly. "The outsiders said that those who can penetrate deep into the God Realm of Absolute Beginning are essentially the highest-tier beings in this world. It seems they were right."

Jun Xilei could not comprehend their words. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her unyielding will desperately urging forth profound energy and sword intent. Yet, coexisting with that was a fear deeply embedded in her very bones.

Who...are they...?This... power...

Roar————

A majestic, soul-shaking dragon roar echoed, followed by the sky dimming slightly. A massive grey silhouette descended from the distant sky, its spread wings overshadowing the land as it gazed down at the seven figures before the Abyss of Nothingness.

"Who dares to bring calamity upon the God Realm of Absolute Beginning!"

The tremendous commotion, collapsing space, and extremely anomalous aura completely alerted the emperor of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning—the Primordial Dragon Emperor—prompting its personal appearance.

The colossal dragon silhouette and its heaven-shaking dragon might failed to evoke even a hint of surprise from the seven figures.

The silver-armored man slowly raised his arm, and his voice, though calm, was imbued with divine arrogance: "My name is Mo Beichen. I am an Abyssal Knight serving the Abyssal Emperor and the Divine Officials, and a pioneer of the Abyss's breakthrough into this world."

"You are truly fortunate to be the first to hear the Abyss's proclamation! From this day forward, this world shall be governed by the Abyss. As beings of this realm, you have only two choices..."

"Submit to the Abyss, or... perish!"

Mo Beichen—a completely unfamiliar name.

Within and beyond the God Realm of Absolute Beginning, across millions of years of records, there had never been a supreme expert bearing the surname "Mo".

"The... Abyss..." The Primordial Dragon Emperor let out a long, drawn-out roar.

Having existed for eons, it sensed an incredibly strange and dangerously potent aura emanating from these seven individuals.

While no rampant power was visibly unleashed, space itself trembled ceaselessly, as if the entire world was gripped by an inexplicable fear and unease. The aura of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning had always been one of ancient tranquility and simplicity, but now, the very air currents bore an indescribable, unsettling strangeness.

The vast divine sense of the Dragon Emperor probed each of the seven figures...

The four figures at the rear appeared to have just endured a catastrophe, as they were covered in wounds. Yet, even in this state, the profound energy they exuded was powerful enough to shock the entire God Realm; each of them was at the peak of the Divine Master realm.

Even in their injured state, the pressure they exerted was no less than that of Long Bai in his prime!

Long Bai's might stemmed from being a dragon who carried a thin lineage of Dragon God blood; his inherent potential was naturally superior to all other races.

Yet these four individuals... were human!

In the current era, only Yun Che, the supreme Cloud Emperor, existed as such an individual... Yet now, four such beings had appeared simultaneously!

As its dragon soul approached the two figures at the front, it felt as if it had encountered an impenetrable barrier, unable to probe further.

And at the very front... when its dragon soul touched the silver-armored man who called himself "Mo Beichen," it instantly convulsed, like a lowly larva unknowingly nearing a sky-devouring giant python.

In mere moments, it was a terror that nearly ripped its dragon soul apart.

"Are you travelers from beyond?" The dragon's eyes gazed into the void of the abyss as the Primordial Dragon Emperor made its judgment, uttering the only appropriate words: "This is not the world you should have come to. Return whence you came, and this world will remember the peace you leave behind."

"Heh heh heh, hahahaha." Mo Beichen chuckled, a wild laugh that wasn't deafening but permeated every corner of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning, startling countless quiet beings. "Outsiders? No, we have merely returned to where we belong."

He raised his arm again, gesturing as if to embrace the world before him, his face bearing a hint of intoxication... within which, a subtle trace of pain lurked. "A world without Abyssal Dust, a world where everything is so pure and peaceful."

The wind suddenly picked up, and Mo Beichen's voice abruptly took on a tone of frenzy and ruthlessness. "This world was originally ours. Do you have any idea how immense and prolonged the suffering we endured to return here was?!"

"And you, you get to fully enjoy this world without Abyssal Dust, yet you dare call us outsiders... Heh hahahaha!"

Every word echoing in his ears was like soul-shattering thunder. Jun Wuming's body swayed, yet he remained proudly standing, refusing to kneel. His gaze tilted, landing on the crimson jade stone Yun Che had fastened to Jun Xilei's waist.

His aged fingers twitched faintly, yet he could not release even a single wisp of sword qi.

The Primordial Dragon Emperor's massive dragon body swayed violently as if caught in a hurricane. Its roar could no longer maintain its calm majesty. "Who exactly are you, where are you from, and what are your intentions?!"

"How noisy," Mo Beichen said, tilting his gaze upward. "This is a world incapable of giving birth to gods. The Divine Master realm is its apex, and you are likely its emperor... Heh heh heh heh."

"The Abyss is about to claim this world. Your era must now end. You, this humble king, shall have the honor of becoming the sacrifice to usher in this new era... by my hand!"

His arm suddenly shot out, and in an instant, heaven and earth convulsed. Space ripped apart like breaking waves, the attack rocketing directly towards the Primordial Dragon Emperor high in the sky.

"Roar!!"

A piercing dragon roar instantly filled the air. The Primordial Dragon Emperor's mighty body was twisted into an incredibly horrifying posture, and dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain, accompanied by the sound of breaking dragon bones, more terrifying than any profound thunder from the heavens.

Dragon scales scattered through the air as its pale grey body rapidly turned crimson with blood. A roar of pain, mixed with desperate rage, erupted from the Primordial Dragon Emperor as it struggled out of the spatial vortex. Instead of desperately fleeing, it coiled through the torrential rain of its own blood, lunging towards those seven figures—figures that, though seemingly small, were darker than the boundless abyss itself.

"Resistance?" Mo Beichen's lips curled into a sneering arc. "Pathetic mortals, you have long forgotten what true divine scales entail."

"Perish eternally... in the grace of the Divine!"