Chapter 268 World on its Knees (1/2)

CHAPTER 268

WORLD ON ITS KNEES

A magnificent wail crossed the boundaries of space and time, piercing through its thin veil, echoing out through the millions of hearts and souls, causing them all to cough up a mouthful of soot-layered blood. Shadows veiled the sky, turning the bright days into darkest of nights. Far and wide, people looked up in terror, feeling chilled winds bursting through their hearts.

Alison was currently shaking terribly like a leaf in the wind, held by four arms tightly as they cried out for help. Her eyes had turned pure, milky white, skin seeming as though sunburned. There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't billowing smoke out into the air, one bearing the stench of rotten corpses.

Even Hannah was feeling terribly unpleasant now, her expression distorted as she looked toward the looming mountains in the distance. She forcibly stopped her heart from beating quickly, forcibly held back her soul from stretching out into the wail of solidarity.

Ella stood far up in the sky, her expression a mixture between worry and sadness. There was a faint trace of blood on the corner of her lips, her eyes shining strangely as she focused on the figure standing solitary in the field of red-glowing ash, his shoulders sunken, strands of hair covering his expression entirely.

Alison's Master, Alex, was currently standing on top of a tallest spire, his eyes shining bright purple within the shadows. His body, too, was shaking faintly, yet he remained inaudible, as though he wasn't even there. Following a few minutes of still-standing silence, he suddenly vanished from the spot.

Seven people sat in a circle around faintly cyan flame, two men and five women, their expression a mixture of strange exhilaration and awe.

Primal Spirit Ananith was staring at a stone plaque hanging above her in tepid confusion, her lips trembling faintly, Qi around her terribly restless.

Within the world of edgeless mirrors, tears and inconsequential nothingness, tepid whispers echoed one after another, clashing against the invisible edges of everything.

Red threads shook in the sky, tearing and ripping as though cut by scissors, as their source shook violently, causing the entire world around to quake and rumble.

A black-haired, black-eyed youth was currently standing on top of a pile of dismantled corpses, feasting on an arm, as his lips suddenly trembled and curled up into a grin of fanaticism. He looked up toward the sky and saw the shrouded edges, blaring out into a maniacal laughter.

Patriarchs, Matriarchs, Elders, Arch Patriarchs, and even some Disciples of the Holy Grounds all uniformly groaned, some of them disappearing from their spots into a puff of smoke.

The entire world, for an entire minute, had gone entirely mute. It was then, by the very end, that a pair of jet-black eyes emerged like suns up in the sky, overlooking the entirety of existence. All looked up and met them, some in terror, some in anger, some in unbridled rage, some in pride, some in awe, some in joy, some with tears in their eyes.

The pair of eyes looked down like an overlord, like the judge of everything beneath; though hundreds and millions and even billions wished to leave the ground and bolt into the sky above, they found themselves frozen in spot. They couldn't move an inch, nor could they utter a sound. They could only stare at the pair black eyes, a pair so void of emotion they didn't seem human. Beneath that judgment, soon billions cracked, falling to their knees, shaking.

Beneath that gaze, even the most indomitable Wills began to shake. Figures that had already turned into the myths of the cultivation world found themselves fighting with all they had to resist.

Within the inconspicuous-looking lake, a bladed elder and a pair of opposite-looking men stared through the mirror into the world outside, all three shaking, yet not bending. They stared hard and long, their expressions muddied in shadows, their eyes marred in clouds.

An old-looking woman and an old-looking man, sitting cross-legged on opposing mats within a squared room with no decorations suddenly shook as their eyes opened. The Qi around them immediately turned to ash, extinguished from the reality itself. They but glanced at the sky beyond for less than a breath, yet Qi within tens of thousands of miles around them was all gone.

”... wait for me...” a resounding, low growl of the thousand voices bellowed through the minds of all those who stared at the pair of now vanishing eyes. Those that endured so far broke and bent forward, crashing onto their knees, bleeding from their eyes and ears.

Even the old man within the Great Descent's headquarters, and the two Disciples standing next to him, found themselves on their knees, unable to endure. It lasted for nigh a second before they stood back up, yet it was all evidenced by the four trails of blood on each one of them.