528 Disaster Firmament, Armament Tumulus, Fat Heaven! (1/2)
In the pitch-black world, the silence was overwhelming. There was no voice, no light, and Wang Baole and company were submerged in the darkness. Only their internal world was lit up!
When Zhao Yameng regained consciousness, she didn't notice that she no longer had a physical body. Her remaining consciousness seemed to be floating in the cosmos of the Sea of Fire.
There was a unique fire that existed in the cosmos. The Sea of Fire covered an endless area, burning the cosmos, and causing the entire cosmos to break down.
In the process of this breaking down, Zhao Yameng, who was floating dazedly, suddenly saw a tree in the depths of the Sea of Fire after an unknown period of time had passed!
It was an extremely humongous giant tree that was vaster than the planet!
Zhao Yameng, who had always been a calm person, was deeply taken aback when she saw the tree. Even though the planets were like toys, there were uncountable faces covering the tree densely. They were faces of people, beasts, and other rare and bizarre living things. There were trillions of them, a number that far surpassed her imagination, and every single one of them was mumbling softly.
Every time they mumbled, a ray of light could be seen emerging at high speed from within the tree, integrating with the faces. The light ray lit up the faces, and at the same time, it seemed to give them a mysterious force. Zhao Yameng saw that other than the giant tree and the faces, there were numerous streams of light that were unending as they weaved continuously between those faces…
This made Zhao Yameng forget about leaving. She stood there, staring at the giant tree before her until a peaceful yet authoritative voice reverberated in her consciousness from the large tree.
”New heir, the fact that you're here is a testament to your eligibility. Therefore, I will abide by the agreement with the elder in your sect and accept you as a personal disciple. Now… Do you accept my inheritance and become one of the hundred personal disciples that are ranked above my trillions of other disciples?”
Zhao Yameng's consciousness shook. As if receiving a blessing, she bowed towards the ancient tree in the cosmos.
”Yes, this disciple is willing!”
As Zhao Yameng's voice was heard, a ray of light emerged instantly from the ancient tree, integrating into her glabella. Zhao Yameng trembled, and her face, with her eyes shut, appeared amongst the numerous other faces on the ancient tree. However, the position of her face was high up, seemingly an indication that her status was different!
A long time passed. Zhao Yameng had her eyes opened as she looked at the cosmos and suddenly spoke.
”Master, might I know what your name is…”
”Someone once called me… Disaster Firmament!”
”Disaster Firmament…” This name seemed to carry a mysterious force as it reverberated within the cosmos, causing the Sea of Fire to explode and more galaxies to burn. At the same time, it was imprinted deeply in Zhao Yameng's mind.
Simultaneously, in Zhuo Yifan's internal world, things were different from Zhao Yameng's. There was no Sea of Fire or giant tree before him. There was only an Armament Tumulus!
A boundless, vast military tomb was filled with uncountable Armament Items on the ground. The Armament Items included all objects of civilization in the entire cosmos, and there were so many of them that Zhuo Yifan had never seen before. Numerous Armament Items were floating in the skies, and even the sky was formed from a huge military drum!
Looking at the Armament Tumulus before him, Zhuo Yifan floated dazedly forward. He didn't look at any of the weapons and instead floated forward continuously while mumbling sounded by his ears in waves. After an unknown period of time, and after he had floated for an unknown distance, he stopped, a sword mountain before him!
At the peak of the mountain sat a middle-aged woman. She was like a man, sitting with her legs wide open. She held her chin with one hand and carried a frightening look in her eyes as she looked at Zhuo Yifan with disdain.
”If this were a time in the past, I wouldn't even cast an additional glance at you, a postnatal soldier. I could simply grab a handful of connate soldiers, but right now… Forget it, a weak soldier is still a soldier. Fella, I may have fallen, but I owe a promise to your sect before I died, and cannot rest if I don't fulfill it. Now I'm accepting you as a disciple to fulfill that promise. If you're unwilling, I'll kill you!”
”Greetings, Master!” After being taken aback for a brief moment, Zhuo Yifan immediately greeted her with cupped fists without hesitation.
To Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, whatever happened was bizarre. In reality, it was a unique form of inheritance, where the imprints of countless generations of elites in the reincarnation cycles of the cosmos were projected in their internal worlds.