Godfall Era, a time when Heaven and Men were locked in a bitter struggle, each side ready to plunge a dagger into the other's heart.
"Yang Sword" Supreme God, Yang, waved his hand, summoning his divine sword, "Tianlong," whose very presence seemed to whisper omens of a world reduced to ashes. The sword's blade shone with an ethereal light, as if the very fabric of reality trembled at its approach.
"Heaven And Earth Cauldron" Supreme Alchemist, Jīn Wēi, summoned his divine cauldron, "Taiyi," which pulsed with an otherworldly energy, ready to refine the world into a new, unrecognizable form. The cauldron's surface rippled with a gentle, blue-green flame, like the first wisps of a dawn breeze.
The Ancient Sky, once a serene expanse, was now a battleground, as powerful Gods gathered, their very presence warping the fabric of space and time. Each God stood poised to unleash their fury, capable of destroying entire star systems with a mere thought.
"Boom!" A cataclysmic heavenly thunder, the culmination of the Heavenly Dao's power, began to rumble and roar, its energy coalescing into a single, searing point. The thunder's power was so immense that it started to birth new universes, each one a miniature cosmos, teeming with life and possibility.
"March!" Thousands of Gods, their faces set with determination, began to march towards the heavenly thunder, their intent to annihilate everything in their path. The ground shook beneath their feet as they advanced, their collective energy a palpable force that threatened to shatter the very foundations of reality.
But as the Ancient Sky unleashed its might, the Heavenly Wrath began to display its ferocity, destroying one divine treasure after another with a single, devastating attack. The treasures, once vessels of immense power, now lay shattered, their essence released into the cosmos, adding to the already frenzied energy of the battlefield.
"Unstoppable Dao" God Meng condensed his God Dao within his eyes, the divine energy swirling like a maelstrom as he prepared to unleash an unstoppable assault. With a mere thought, he erupted with power, capable of opening and closing the very fabric of the universe's Dao Chapters. The air around him distorted, as if reality itself was being warped by his unbridled might.
"Boom!" The army of Gods, their faces set with determination, launched their most potent and unrestricted attacks against the Ancient Sky, seeking to pierce a hole and breach the barrier that separated them from the world beyond. Their attacks were a cacophony of divine energy, each one a manifestation of their unique powers and abilities.
"Boom!" Ancient Sky, its celestial essence unyielding, countered with a maelstrom of chaotic heavenly thunders, each one a manifestation of its own boundless power. The thunders raged across the battlefield, their fury unrelenting as they clashed with the Gods' attacks. The sky itself seemed to shudder and tremble, as if the very foundations of reality were being torn asunder by the titanic struggle.
"God Annihilation" As the Gods prepared to unleash their mightiest and most destructive attack, the air grew thick with anticipation. The power of the Gods began to gather, coalescing into a singular, all-consuming force that sought to devour and empty the divinity of the universe and dimensions of countless timelines.
The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble as the Gods' collective energy built towards a crescendo. Time and space, yin and yang, immortality and eternity, creation and destruction – all were rendered to an empty void by the impending God Annihilation.
"Boom!" The single wave of God Annihilation was so powerful that it shattered the boundaries of time and space, leaving nothing but an endless expanse of nothingness in its wake. The speed at which it traveled was unfathomable, having traversed countless dimensions in the blink of an eye, defying the limits of mortal comprehension.
When the God Annihilation finally connected with the Ancient Sky, the very foundations of the cosmos shook with a deafening roar. The Ancient Sky, hitherto undefeated, now trembled with a ferocity that threatened to shatter its very essence.
"Boom!" The loud, ear-piercing explosion that followed was a harbinger of the chaos that was to come. As the Ancient Sky's defenses faltered, a massive hole opened, revealing a gateway to the unknown.
"Go!" A new power, one that had been waiting in the wings, now burst forth with a roar that shook the very foundations of the multiverse. Their voice was a destructive force that could shatter the fragile balance of the cosmos, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.
"Swoosh!" Seizing the opportunity, countless True Immortals rushed forward, darting through the newly opened hole like a tide of unstoppable energy. They poured into the unknown, their arrival a harbinger of the changes that were to come.
True Immortals, the apex of the Mortal World, found themselves in a realm of utter uncertainty. As they emerged from the hole torn open by the army of Gods, they were met with an eerie silence. The world they had entered was a desolate expanse, devoid of any signs of life or existence.
The concept of creation seemed to be a foreign notion here, as if the very idea of bringing something into being was a distant memory. Destruction, too, was a concept that seemed to be in its infancy, as if the very notion of change or chaos was still in the process of being born.
The fundamental creations that were the bedrock of the Mortal World – space, time, matter, energy – were nowhere to be found. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been unraveled, leaving behind a tapestry of nothingness.
The True Immortals were met with a sense of disorientation, their minds struggling to comprehend the nature of this strange and mysterious world. They began to question whether they had indeed entered a realm that existed outside of the bounds of reality, a world that defied the laws of the Mortal World.
As they stood amidst the emptiness, they couldn't help but wonder if they had stumbled into a realm that was not of this world, a place where the very fabric of existence was twisted and distorted. The uncertainty was palpable, and the True Immortals couldn't shake off the feeling that they were standing at the edge of a precipice, staring into the abyss of the unknown.
"Where are we?" one of the True Immortals asked, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and despair. His heart was racing, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The world beyond the Ancient Sky was not what they had expected. It was empty, devoid of everything they had been searching for.
They had spent their lifetimes seeking the truth, sacrificing everything for the promise of the Immortal World. They had expected to find a realm rich with immortal law and mortal origin, a place where they could unlock the secrets of the universe and attain true enlightenment.
But what they saw before them was a mockery of their efforts. It was as if someone had laughed at their foolishness, their lifelong pursuit of the truth. The emptiness was a slap in the face, a humiliation that cut deeper than any physical wound.
"This is the most humiliating insult we have ever experienced," one of the True Immortals growled, his voice filled with anger and disappointment. "All those years of sacrifice, all those efforts, and this is what we get? A world that is nothing but empty space?"
They looked around, searching for any sign of the promised Immortal World, any hint of the legendary Heaven that was said to send judgment to the Mortal World. But there was nothing. Only emptiness.
The True Immortals stood there, frozen in shock and despair, their minds reeling from the implications of what they saw. They had been searching for the truth, but it seemed that the truth was not what they had expected. The question on everyone's mind was: where is the truth?