ninety thousand miles

Chapter 713 Voice
The surging energy slowly spread out.

Within the layered space, the scene shifts, and everything, both inside and outside the secret realm, gradually loses its outline. Melting, seeping, blurring, sinking…

Only the Golden Flame Sea area remained untouched by the surging energy, and everything was still clearly discernible.

"Bring Junior Nephew Wen in, quickly!" the fat cultivator said.

"I'll go." The scarred monk responded and moved swiftly through the space.

"Where are the others?" the Xuan Yue Sect cultivator asked.

The red-haired monk said, "Leave it to me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already passed through the fragmented space.

"Send four more people and bring Jiang Song back, and make sure that no one who comes in can resist," the fat monk ordered.

Of the seven Fangjin Pavilion cultivators besides the fat cultivator, four quickly stepped forward. One of them rushed towards Jiang Song's direction, while the others followed Scarface and Red Hair. After applying restraining spells to the unconscious cultivators outside Hai Chao's eyes, they sent them back to the Golden Flame Sea.

Only after the last cultivator was sent away did Wen Gu Ying get up and, supported by the red-haired man, pass through the eye of the tidal wave and return to the Golden Flame Sea.

The gentle, melodious sound of the teapot echoed one after another.

The clouds that lingered on the sea collapsed and faded, and the brilliance of the nine stars and the light of the ferry crossing were also dragged and distorted, becoming blurry and dim.

“Yingfeng?” Weng Xian called out.

He received no response.

The enormous body of the divine bird was also constantly melting.

As the ripples of the teapot's sound spread, Li Chuan's gaze pierced through the clouds and he saw Weng Xian standing amidst the magnificent light of the divine bird, his long hair flying and his robe billowing.

This time, he saw his appearance clearly; he was a very dignified middle-aged man.

Weng Xian seemed to sense Li Chuan's gaze. His eyes narrowed, and the ripples of the teapot's sound were broken into several layers.

While exchanging glances with Weng Xian, Li Chuan calmly continued to rub the Heavenly Sound Pot.

Half of Weng Xian's power was devoted to maintaining the strange phenomena of the Nine Seas, and the other half to what he was about to do. He couldn't spare much energy to deal with him, nor was it necessary.

The surging energy dissolved all things, but the aura of calamity also condensed within it.

In his subsequent actions, Weng Xian will need to trigger the calamity energy.

Realizing this, Weng Xian stopped fighting against the sound of the pot and instead raised his hand to summon the stars. As long as he merged with the Heavenly Dao before sinking into the Abyss of the Heart, no one could disrupt his plan.

The brilliance of the nine stars fell into his hands.

Soon, nine spinning, burning starlight appeared in his palms.

Wisps of calamity energy, neither smoke nor mist, converged from the sea, from the sky, from all directions, from the Nine Seas to beyond the Nine Seas, toward the starlight in his hand.

“It’s the aura of calamity,” the old palace master said. The things around him were also blurring and sinking.

"The sound of the pot caused a surge, and the calamity energy gathered in the surge..." Sect Leader Wang observed the direction of the surging calamity energy and asked in confusion, "Is Li Chuan helping Weng Xian? What's going on?"

"Let's take another look." The old palace master looked up at the sky, where the brilliance of the nine stars connected the threads of all things in the world.

Weng Xian appeared on the sea and stepped onto the first ferry crossing.

Mysterious runes condensed beneath his feet. With each step he took, ferry crossings connected one after another. When he reached the eleventh ferry crossing, he raised his palm, and the radiance of the nine stars merged with the condensed calamity energy.

Lie.

A soft hiss sounded between the dot and the horizontal line.

What is that sound?
Li Chuan tried to use the sound of the kettle to capture that soft sigh, but found nothing. However, his senses told him that everything had changed completely.

The brilliance of the nine stars remains dazzling, and the waters of the nine seas continue to surge.

Immortal Yunyi gazed at a drop of seawater floating in his palm.

It's different.

The sound of the kettle echoed incessantly, surging without ceasing, and all things within its sound were irrevocably sinking into the abyss of the heart. But…

The dots and lines filling the field of vision have changed. No, it's the minimum distance between dots and lines that has changed. All shapes and structures have changed as a result.

The moment that hiss rang out, the very rules of heaven and earth seemed to be gently tugged, shifting subtly and imperceptibly. The Way of Heaven had changed.

Weng Xian once again activated the Tai Su Domain.

Thirty thousand years ago, before that beam of light arrived, he and the other true immortals sensed the destiny that the light would bring.

When all laws cease to exist, all things return to nothingness.

Or—all existence is erased and rewritten.

Tian Su stood in front of that beam of light.

Behind him, one immortal after another condensed their spiritual cultivation into laws, manifesting them between heaven and earth, and then aligning them with the Dao of Heaven.

At that time, all things were intertwined and all laws were integrated. The Dao of Emptiness was used to forge Truth, and the Dao of Immortals briefly replaced the Dao of Heaven.

The whole world shifted slightly as a result, like a thin sheet of paper being rolled up and thus hidden from that beam of light.

The ending was changed.

However, the Way of Heaven has thus deviated from its proper course, and all the rules are constantly being distorted and disordered.

After the next great calamity, the calamity energy will burst forth from the abyss of the heart, breaking through everything and bringing everything back on track, before facing that light head-on.

At that time, he was also among the three thousand immortals.

At this moment, he will once again unite himself with the Way of Heaven.

One by one, the paths of cultivation unfolded within the Tai Su Domain. This time, they were not illusory paths formed from condensed clouds.

The illusory path leads to the true.

The laws and paths that embody the cultivation of immortals' souls have manifested between heaven and earth.

He remembered their names.

Mu Qian, Han Shan, Lin Zhao...

He is not standing here alone.

Then... was Immortal Yingfeng.

The magnificent path, like a shooting star, disappeared into the night sky.

And at this very moment...

Grains of sand fell from the divine bird's body.

In the Golden Flame Sea, the path was scorched by the seawater and turned into grains of sand that were cold and lightless.

The path has vanished, and the laws it represents have vanished.

The divine bird shattered in an instant.

When Weng Xian stopped moving, the entire Nine Seas came to a complete standstill.

"Yingfeng, since you have been tacitly approving of my actions, why are you making a move at this moment?" Weng Xian asked in a deep voice.

“Because I saw another choice for me, and a possibility.” Yingfeng’s voice echoed in the void.

“But now you have no choice,” Weng Xian said. “If you allow the path to decay and perish, you can only disturb me for a moment. After that moment, the light will fall.”

"Don't underestimate me like that," Yingfeng said softly.

Once again, between the dots and lines, Li Chuan saw Ying Feng. She was also looking at him, at the Butterfly Spirit in his hand.

Li Chuan understood what he had to do.

The Butterfly Spirit's abdomen lit up, the branches of the divine tree unfurled, and a full moon appeared in his hand. Then, amidst the ripples of the sound of the pot, the full moon appeared, gradually rising from the sea and hanging in the night sky.

The divine bird transformed into grains of sand and fell into the sea.

As the last grain of sand fell, the seawater of the Golden Flame Sea, which was burning fiercely, ignited the seawater of the Nine Seas.

Weng Xian understood what Ying Feng was doing—a rebirth.

(End of this chapter)