This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 27: What a miserable world!

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The time-space portal has been opened.

Everyone watched this scene in astonishment, saying that nothing could compare to seeing it with their own eyes.

Upon witnessing such a miraculous scene, they couldn't help but wonder, what kind of ability is this?

It seems unimaginable, let alone something that could be done.

But I am a born deity, so why can't I do this despite my noble status?

For some reason, their self-perception began to waver slightly.

The passage connected by the Mother World Tree looks like a dark cave entrance.

There were no grand scenes, no earth-shattering changes, no spectacular sights to set the scene; everything was rather ordinary.

It even exceeded Kunpeng's imagination.

Kunpeng had never seen a passage between two worlds before, but he naturally assumed that since it could pierce through two worlds, it must be powerful and majestic, making people tremble.

But the reality was uneventful, not even a ripple was stirred up.

"This is the passage between two worlds; is the other side the same world?"

Is the Yin-Yang Ancestor being sarcastic or genuinely seeking answers?

Everyone was looking at Kunpeng.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either. I did it according to the instructions of Heaven. Perhaps it would be better for everyone to ask Fellow Daoist Yuanmu after she wakes up. I don't understand either."

Kunpeng is all about being single, I really don't understand.

Moreover, this is the behavior of the supreme will, the kind of returning to simplicity, and it seems there is no need to make any fuss to highlight its greatness.

Or perhaps, this is all the martial arts masters in the world have seen and perceived. Maybe when their cultivation level increases, they will find that what they see as a mountain is not a mountain at all.

If we make a big commotion, we might all be wiped out with just a slight disturbance.

From this perspective, being ordinary is good; being ordinary is very good.

"That's true!" Everyone agreed.

You didn't ask the right person, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng.

"Alright, we only have ten days each time, so let's not waste any time and get started."

After saying that, Kunpeng took the lead and entered the dark passage first.

Immediately, the seven people entered one by one according to the plan.

When entering the passage between the two worlds, everything was still ordinary, like walking in a dark cave with no light or sound.

But there's an inexplicable guiding force within me, a sense of direction, and a feeling of knowing where to go.

In just one minute, it exceeded Kunpeng's expectations once again; he didn't expect to emerge in just one minute.

So short.

Soon, all eight people came out.

When they looked at this unknown world, they were immediately awestruck.

The sky was no longer blue, but a morbid, ever-changing murky color, like an overturned palette of paint mixed with rust and bruises.

Sometimes it is a dark purplish-red, and sometimes it reveals an eerie, pale green.

There may be more than one sun, or it may be distorted in shape, such as an elongated ellipse, with a jagged halo of blurred edges, and its light is dim and cold, unable to provide real warmth.

The moon may be shattered into pieces, with an ominous blood-red halo around it.

The earth was covered with huge, bottomless cracks, the edges of which were unnatural, like torn pieces of paper.

Some of the fissures did not spew magma, but rather a thick, putrid black mist or slowly creeping shadows.

The once orderly city and villages are now severely tilted and distorted.

The houses with blue bricks and gray tiles looked as if they had been squeezed by an invisible giant hand, leaning to one side and to the other, some even floating in mid-air, defying gravity and teetering on the verge of collapse.

The iconic eaves and brackets are broken and deformed.

The stone bridge is broken in the middle, and the broken end does not fall onto the water, but is either suspended or connected to nothingness.

Stepping into this world, the ground beneath your feet may suddenly lose its weight, making you float a few inches, only to be pulled back to the ground sharply the next moment.

Tiles, pebbles, and even tables and chairs will inexplicably float or fall backward.

Falling raindrops may freeze in mid-air, like beads embedded in glass. Flames burn silently, their speed varying, like a lag in a video.

In the distance, a figure moved as fast as lightning, while those nearby moved as slowly as if they were stuck in quagmire.

Sounds that should be loud, such as the ringing of bells or shouts, become muffled and distant, or even disappear completely. On the other hand, subtle sounds, such as falling leaves or heartbeats, are amplified infinitely, becoming deafening.

Water no longer always flows downwards; it may flow backwards on walls or gather into still clumps in the air. Metal may suddenly become scalding hot or icy cold.

Paper can be as hard as iron, while steel can become as soft and mushy as wet mud.

Sometimes near, sometimes far, one can see shapeless, smoky, and misty shadows drifting about. They have no consciousness; they are merely fragments leaked out during the collapse of the world.

Stone lions, roof beasts, and other sculptures that once symbolized auspiciousness or majesty began to slowly melt or twist and deform, emitting a silent wail that you could "feel" at a glance.

Occasionally, one can see blurry, semi-transparent human figures dressed in clothing from different dynasties and seasons, performing actions from their previous lives, such as night watchmen or hawking goods.

But the movements are stiff and repetitive, like a frozen still photograph.

The paper figures might move stiffly among the ruins, their empty eyes seemingly 'watching' everything.

The air was thick with dust, the smell of burning, and an indescribable stench of decay, as if the whole world was slowly rotting away.

The plants either wither and die completely, turning to ashes, or they mutate into twisted, bizarrely colored forms, such as withered vines with human faces and black flowers that ooze sap.

There was almost no sound of living things, no birdsong, no insect chirping, only the strange, whimpering sound of the wind passing through the ruins, and the muffled groans from the depths of the earth, as if the skeleton of the world were breaking.

They appear to be survivors, but it's hard to be sure. After all, in such a scene, who knows what's real and what's fake?

If true, their eyes are empty and numb, hiding in the shadows of twisted buildings, both accustomed to and terrified of everything.

They knew the world was irreversibly heading towards its end, and any struggle would be futile.

The sky and the earth themselves were emitting a silent lament, a vast silence and despair pervading the entire space, brought about by the tearing apart of the foundations of all things and the complete collapse of order.

"this?"

Let alone the eight ignorant people, even Kunpeng, who believed he had read many books in his previous life, was so shocked by this scene that he was speechless.

What kind of world is this!

Just as Kunpeng was struggling to describe in words what kind of world this was.

Xi Yi said, "Is this the world affected by the resentment and obsession of the Chaos Gods? How terrifying! Compared to this place, our Primordial World is truly a wonderful home."

"Well said, that makes sense."

Hongjun agreed wholeheartedly; as someone who loved all living beings, he couldn't bear to see this, and he couldn't accept it.

He wanted to save the world.

"I...I have nothing to say."

Even hermaphrodites have lost their ability to practice hermaphroditism; I was shocked.

Kunpeng: "Yes, that's right, very right."

Okay, I don't need to explain anymore. Someone else has explained it to me, and I even think so myself.

It was influenced by the resentment of the chaotic demon god; otherwise, there would be no words to explain it.

In short, this is not a post-war ruin, but a world where laws, time, and life forms have all broken down, and is falling apart and decaying from its very roots.

It is like a huge porcelain piece that has been broken and forcibly glued back together, yet is still constantly cracking. The ancient pavilions, towers, and street layouts are its last, distorted afterimages, and the eerie phenomena are its convulsions and confusion before its death.

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