Chapter 407: Bow Down In Prostration (4)
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Chapter 407: Bow Down In Prostration (4)
I did not give a name to my Integrated Dao Domain.
What meaning is there in naming the Integrated Dao Domain in a universe where no one else exists?
Moreover, since my Colorless ss Sword is iplete, the Integrated Dao Domain is also in an iplete state, making it even more meaningless.
After dwelling in the darkness for a while, I retract the Integrated Dao Domain and step outside.
Shaaaaaa<em>—</em>
A lined with countless tombstones.
I am marking down on everyone I remember.Because, after all, the vast majority of those who existed in this Heavenly Domain must have died.
I still can''t forget the sight of the five massive Middle Realms shrinking rapidly and disappearing into light and heat.
Moreover, even though the True Persons fled madly, none of them escaped the End brought about by the existence atop Great Mountain and all perished.
''I thought the Middle Realms and True Persons would be safe even in the End but...''
It seems it only applies to natural Ends.
After the End caused by the being atop Great Mountain, even the Middle Realms vanished, and the pre-existing True Persons all seem to have been utterly annihted.
Wooooong—
As I move from one to another in search of Colorless ss Sword shards, I see something resembling a caterpir that looks like seven or eights stuck together swimming through the universe, prompting me to use the Record of Transcending Cultivation and Exhausting Martial Arts momentarily.
It seems to devour the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy and nebe in the void, then soon after, it regurgitates arge from its stomach.
"..."
It doesn''t particrly seem interested in me. Even as I approach it without using the Record of Transcending Cultivation and Exhausting Martial Arts, it pays me no attention.
However, I feel a chill as I sense the realm of that existence and realize what kind of being it is.
''Quasi-Immortal...''
It''s a True Person at the Entering Nirvana stage.
I have seen them a few times before.
After the birth of this Heavenly Domain, I asionally witnessed Quasi-Immortals wandering around, devouring nebe and creating stars.
Maybe it''s because they are True Persons, but there''s something inherently terrifying about them who are younger than me in age, even when they seem to act purely on instinct without any intelligence or reason.
''The True Persons are creating stars.''
It isn''t just them.
asionally, I also encountered Sacred Masters or Esteemed Ones while wandering.
These aren''t beings who attained their realm through cultivation, but rather monsters who were born as Esteemed Ones, Sacred Masters, and Quasi-Immortals from the start.
I noticed that they weren''t simply born randomly, but were given some kind of fate rted to the stability of the Heavenly Domain.
Entering Nirvana stage Quasi-Immortal level beings create stars.
Sacred Vessel stage Sacred Master level beings find stars to organizews, adjust the distance from fixed stars, and modify the orbits to make them more suitable for the birth of life.
Star Shattering stage Esteemed One level beings roam the cosmos, scattering bizarre celestial phenomena randomly throughout with Heaven and Earth spiritual energy, ''producing'' the dust clouds that Quasi-Immortals eat to create stars.
Watching them, I can see that the Esteemed Ones, Sacred Masters, and Quasi-Immortals are all part of the fate that maintains the vast ecosystem called the universe.
Particrly, in the case of Sacred Masters, it''s so evident that they were born with the explicit fate to bring life to the universe that it makes me slightly uneasy.
The only fortunate thing is that as long as I don''t approach them first and interfere with their work, they remain indifferent to me.
I continue to avoid direct encounters with the Esteemed Ones, Sacred Masters, and Quasi-Immortals, asionally observing them while continuing my search for the Colorless ss Sword shards.
20,000 years pass.<hr>
If counting the years umted from my regressions, today marks my 50,000th birthday.
Cling, ng...
I repair the Colorless ss Sword by joining three shards I found on a previous.
The more of the Colorless ss Sword shards I find, the faster the pace bes.
Over the past 20,000 years, I have been able to restore ten Colorless ss Swords.
Chuaaaaaa—
After attaching the shards, I activate the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections.
The Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections has also been restored with remarkable precision,parable to before.
From some point on, the graves of the Wuji Religious Order followers that I remember have covered more than half of the surface of the where I reside.
I look at them with sad eyes.
My 50,000th birthday.
If even one of them had been still alive, they might have congratted me.
No, even if that isn''t the case, I could have felt warmth and at least share a conversation.
Not much time has passed in the history of this new Heavenly Domain, and I am still the only one with reason in this world.
The Quasi-Immortals, Sacred Masters, and Esteemed Ones are still simply following their instincts, making the universe more prosperous.
It''s cold.
The chill in my heart is so overwhelming, I feel like I might die.
"Ah...ahhh..."
I hold my chest and let out a groan.
"Aaaaaah..."
A faint, lifeless groan escapes my lips.
My chest hurts.
Even for me, for who the pain of having my testicles removed became within the range of what I can ept, and can endure any form of torture without blinking an eye, the pain is so unbearable that I can''t help but groan.
I have fallen ill.
And the name of that illness is loneliness.<hr>
Another ten thousand years have passed.
I have restored one hundred Colorless ss Swords.
The speed of restoring the Colorless ss Sword increases by the day, and the attraction force of the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections is gradually growing stronger.
Surprisingly, the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections harbors a powerful attraction force that even I hadn''t been aware of.
As I restored the Colorless ss Sword and the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections, I acquired a deeper understanding of the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections that I hadn''t known before.
''The 31st move. If I restore the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections, it will be much easier to control.''
I ponder as such with a calm expression.
Woo-ooong—
Afterward, I focus my consciousness on the Colorless ss Sword, continuing to follow the countless links of attraction force attached to it, and restoring the sword.
Then, one day
Kugugugu!
On a sulfur sea on a where sulfur boils relentlessly,
On an ind within the center of that sea, I find a Colorless ss Sword shard beneath a rock and discover something strange.
"...This is...?"
Startled, I reach out towards it with trembling hands.
ng—
Chills!
I suddenly feel chills run down my entire body.
The reason? Because what I found is a red sword.
On the de of the sword, the characters Calendar Calctions (曆數) are engraved in an auspicious manner.
As I look at this extremely auspicious-looking treasure sword, I shudder.
"How...how could this...?"
It''s a trace of civilization.
And a very advanced civilization at that!
This is not an ordinary sword, but a truly terrifying Divine Sword.
''If that''s the case...does that mean that somewhere in this world, there exists a civilization...or a being with ''reason'' capable of creating such a sword?!''
But just then,
Woo-wooong!
I suddenly feel a powerful resonanceing from an object inside my storage scroll.
Although I''m not entirely sure how I was revived, my clothing and storage scroll were restored along with me, and except for my natal dharma treasure, the Colorless ss Sword, most of my dharma treasures are intact.
I take out a pristine, pure white divine sword made of Salt Crystal, known as Reforming Calendar.
Reforming Calendar (改曆) and Calendar Calctions (曆數).
I know the moment I see them.
These two were created as a pair.
"...Huh..."
I am slightly dumbfounded.
If these were made as a pair, then the sword called Calendar Calctions is a replica of an immortal treasure.
And yet, despite being a failed attempt at that, it has survived the End and remains in this ce.
"...Just what...?"
I find it hard to believe that Reforming Calendar and Calendar Calctions are failed replicas, not even worthy of being called immortal treasures.
''I would believe it even if someone told me they are real immortal treasures.''
No matter how precious Salt Crystal might be, just what kind of dharma treasure can withstand the End?
Feeling absurd, I ce Reforming Calendar and Calendar Calctions back into my storage scroll for now.<hr>
Five thousand years have passed.
I have now gathered a thousand Colorless ss Swords.
Wo-woong!
Now, more than eighty percent of the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections has been restored, and I can tell,
''From now on, within 500 years, I can find all the Colorless ss Sword shards.''
It''s no longer just a matter of certainty in the attraction force; I can gradually feel the shards of the Colorless ss Sword being drawn back to me by attraction force.
It likely won''t take much longer.
I gaze bitterly into the void.
This is the longest cycle I''ve ever survived.
But at the same time, it''s been one of the most painful and agonizing lives I''ve ever lived.
What does it matter if I live for a hundred thousand or a million years?
In the end, people are beings that swim within the ties of connection.
In a ce devoid of connections, one cannot grow.
In theing tens of thousands of years, in this world where only those monstrous Quasi-Immortals, Sacred Masters, and Esteemed Ones exist, I would remain unchanged, just as before.<hr>
Kugugung!
Finally, after tens of thousands of years, I have gathered all three thousand Colorless ss Swords that had been scattered across the entire Heavenly Domain.
ng—
One of thest shards of the Colorless ss Sword is fitted into ce.
However, ''gathering all the swords'' does not mean ''fully restoring the Colorless ss Sword.''
I let out a sigh.
The veryst piece of the Colorless ss Sword, the tip of the de.
I still haven''t found the tiny fragment that forms the final point.
I rise from the cave where I found thest shard.
Wo-woong!
Through the attraction force of the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections, I focus my consciousness to search for the veryst, final fragment of the Colorless ss Sword.
And, just then,
"Hmm?"
Something is strange.
I can definitely feel that thest piece of the Colorless ss Sword is in this world.
It exists somewhere in this Heavenly Domain.
But even with the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections, I can''t find it.
It''s just the one, veryst piece, and yet!
Greatly rmed, I once again raise the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections to sense through its attraction force.
''Is it because it''s too far away?''
But it''s strange.
Even though the Heavenly Domain is expanding in real time, growingrger, the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections has always managed to track the shards of the Colorless ss Sword.
This is an incredibly bizarre urrence.
Greatly taken aback, I stomp my foot in frustration.
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
With my stomp, the continent of this splits apart, causing earthquakes and tsunamis.
The cave I am in copsespletely and disappears.
Just before the cave crumbled, in that fleeting moment, I avoided all the falling rocks and escaped, letting out a scream filled with rage.
"Where is it!!??"
The Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections, my Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections, must be restored at all costs.
Even if I have already restored over 99 percent, it isn''t enough unless it''s perfect.
My Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections is, yes,
It''s Seo Eun-hyun.
It is the essence of myself.
To lose even a speck of the Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections would be like forgetting a speck of my own connections.
"No...I have to find it...I must find it...!"
I don''t want to forget even the smallest connection!
I can''t let even a speck of memory slip through my fingers!
"I will definitely get it back in my hands. No matter what it takes!"
I shout with bloodshot eyes.
And then,
Kugugugugu!
In the debris of the copsed cave, I discover something.
"...That is...?"
It''s clearly an artificially maderge disc.
It also looks like a shield.
Again.
Again, something like this appears before my eyes.
I stand in front of the disc with an ufortable expression.
There is no name on the disc.
It''s merely a disk, nothing more.
But it''s clearly something created by a civilization.
And since I am the only being with reason in this universe right now, there is only one possibility.
Either someone scattered it in front of me,
Or, like Reforming Calendar and Calendar Calctions, it''s an object that has transcended the End.
And then,
Wo-woong!
As I look at Reforming Calendar and Calendar Calctions howling wildly within my storage scroll, I realize it''s thetter.