The Endless Void.

That was what many had called this place.

A place beyond the border of a realm, where it hosted every single realm and stars in the universe, for The Endless Void is the universe in and of itself.

Rich with qi of cosmic nature, virtually every cultivator of sufficient stage across all realms would make it their goal in their immortal life to step forward to this place and explore its entirety. Whether it’s to visit or conquer another realm, searching for treasures and mysteries, or to seek the Dao even further, heroes and villains alike thirst for the unknown the more they live their life.

Each of the realm has its own unique inhabitants, or for some, the lack of it. Whilst most livable realms are teeming with humans, some of them also had their own twist on their inhabitant. One of the realm has their humans grow a pair of wings at birth so even the mortals can soar to the sky, for their world is filled with ever floating continents and a considerably lengthy distance from one another, on average.

Other realms have their mortal gain a telepathic ability, for their voices are deadly to listen by any mortals, even their own. A few advanced realms had even found the means of exploring the void through mortal means before any of the cultivators even took a step toward immortality, at least according to the rumors.

Some realms are populated by beasts of all kinds of shapes and sizes, with nary a cultural progression and what not, baring cultivation knowledge. When they reached a certain stage of cultivation, they would gain the capability to soar to the void and become what is known as a Cosmic Beast. They then continue to further increase their cultivation through feasting on other Cosmic Beasts or strong cultivators out in the void.

There’s also plenty of ‘death’ realms that contain no life and are instead filled with miraculous resources. Each of these realms are what would trigger wars between realms to monopolize its resources. Many wars have been waged in the void, but it would all soon die down the moment a victor was proclaimed.

The Void also had its own adversaries such as a black hole, a remnant of a death star that would sucks any and every thing that exists within its proximity, including light. Comet, an ever moving piece of rock that travels at a speed varies between each of them, rarely a problem to any cultivator except for a select few that either travel too fast and/or humongous in size, threatening any civilizations that may be on its path of travel. And those are just the mundane ones, anything that would endangered an immortal are too varied between cultivators and what would be considered as a tribulation to some might have been a boon to the others.

Whilst wars were waged in the few spots of the endless void and adversaries were prevalent, there is a relative peace and healthy trades between realms in this modern age.

At least, that's what it should have been.

At this point in time, The Endless Void has lost its lusters. Realms turn into mere ruin, stars vanish, life signs barely reach the double digits, only a speck of light stubbornly lit in the darkness. The light was produced by a large treasure whose pristine belittle its ancient age.

Said treasure was a shining pentagonal cube shaped thing with twelve faces, each of the faces bears strange symbols. The pyritohedron was surrounded by five large rings of varying colors encapsulating it. The first ring has the color of fire, water, earth, wood, and metal. The second has the color of space, time, dark, and light. The third has the color of man and woman. The fourth ring has the color of chaos, order, destruction and creation. The last one has the color of life and death.

Around the bright treasure lies a small landmass the size of a kingdom, with nary a planting or water source. Without air, no mortal would survive in this condition, which brings question to the current inhabitant of this piece of land. Nine cultivators of varying state of weariness are currently surrounding the bright thing, with one portly middle aged man being the closest, arms stretched out performing an augury to appraise the ancient object.

His eyes were vacant whilst performing his technique, days had been spent without him realizing it. His other companions, on the other hand, are busy doing their own things. A fair lady with a deceptively frail physique sat nearby, watching the appraiser man, ready to aid him at a moment notice. An old grandfatherly man was lying on his side further away, visibly snoozing and off of his guard. A young lass sat down whilst tucking her knee to her chest and buried her head between her knees, clearly upset of something. An older lad sat nearby her, tending to his half broken treasure spear.

A middle aged woman sat cross legged, eyes closed in focus, her body was shaking subtly. A fairy with a broken feather wing was tending to a dying old man, her technique stubbornly tethering the dying fellow’s life to his body, tears mark stains her beautiful determined face. Lastly, a beast the size of a large house laid still on its stomach, slumbering in the pregnant silence.

Suddenly, the appraiser’s eyes lit open, his body stumbled backward and about to fall on his backside. Fortunately, the fair lady swiftly held out to the middle aged man the instant his body swayed a little. [Thank you, Daoist Earth Phoenix.] the portly fellow thanked his savior through his divine sense. [Take no heed, Daoist Treasure King. What of your augury resulted in?] answered the lady.

[Not well. The design may have seemed simple, but the more I appraise it, the more I understand that I know nothing at all. I fear that I can only give everyone a rudimentary explanation of the identity of this treasure. But first…] the man stood straight up, looked around him and spotted something, or in this case, someone is amiss. [Might I ask of Daoist Soft Wood’s whereabouts?]

The lady was silent for a moment before she tilted her head to the right side, into nothingness.

The man, looking at the direction, can only give a helpless look. The missing person was a sort of a leader of the fellowship the portly man was in. Well, baring the winged lady, the old man in her embrace, and the giant beast. The appraiser would like to ask the fair lady to fetch the leader, but felt that he demanded too many things already. Fortunately, the lady didn’t need any prompting and gave the man a silent ‘goodbye’ then zoomed away to the direction she just pointed out.

Looking at the streak of light, he decided to sit down and tried to center himself. Whatever finding he just discovered shook his psyche greatly and it would take a while before he may calm himself.

Elsewhere in the void, a middle aged man dresses in nothing but a pair of tattered trousers and a pauldron in his right shoulder float. His gaze is aimed at a certain space of nothingness. Maintaining one’s balance in a zero gravity environment is not an easy task, but nothing is too hard for cultivators of sufficient realm.

2 months prior, an Ancient Cataclysmic being appears out of nowhere. There were no warnings, dark omens, or signs of this creature’s advent. Five realms have been destroyed during the first day of its rising, and many would have fallen if there’s nobody to stop it.

Immortal Cultivators across the universe, whether they’re Heavenly Sovereigns, Divine Gods, Void Tyrants, even the Cosmic Beasts banded together united to eradicate this Calamity. A great war was waged and the Calamity was pushed back little by little. However, countless lives had perished for every little wound inflicted to it. Each scar made on it cost millions of legendary individuals, each time a body part destroyed, billions of lives became sacrifices. At last, after only tens of cultivators were left, the Calamity perished, leaving behind a single left palm.

The world is no more. Realms, stars, asteroids, even black holes are absent in this darkness.

Fang Hui was gazing at a certain spot of space that was housing his home realm.

Clutching a wooden hilt in his right hand until his knuckles turned white, he could only shed tears of sadness. Memories of his life in that world, joyful, sorrowful, painful, delightful, shameful, and laudable, all of them only sadden the old cultivator more than before.

[Hui Er!] a distant female voice echoes within his divine sense whilst the sorrowful cultivator distracted. He looked behind him and met with the visage of his companion. She was a beautiful lady with bright red hair and silver grey eyes. Her body was riddled with gashes all over from neck down to her ankles, her robe armor is in tatters. In spite of that, her expression was that of relief when she saw her old friend.

The brooding man in front of her was a man of slightly above average looking with a slender, yet toned body. His short black hair was singed on his left side, his green eyes swollen from all the tears he shed. The remaining armor of his is only the pauldron on his right shoulder. The rest of his armor had turned into dust 2 weeks ago, leaving a pair of shorts (formerly trousers) to cover his remaining dignity. Beside a missing left arm, he was largely unharmed physically.

[Yun Mao, is there a problem?]

[Umm… not really. I just want to check on you. How is your arm?]

[I’m fine, thank you. Kind of wish it wasn’t a stump but it could’ve been worse.] Fang Hui answered his friend. The loss of a single limb, much less the non-dominant ones, does not bother the young looking old man.

The two of them weren’t much of a friend at first. They bickered with each other whenever they met one another. Always fight for no reason just because there’s barely anything to do in their past time besides cultivating. There were a bit of budding feeling in each of them at one time, but they mutually squashed it down in disgust.

Despite that, the two of them consider one another as comrades. The Great War was proof of their closeness by helping each other and their other comrades. As of now, only seven of their fellowship survived the battle. The remaining five of them were waiting in the ‘center’ of the universe, along with three other survivors.

Silent befell the two of them. During the 2 month long war, nobody has the time for idle chats or pleasantries. All everyone could afford their time on are brief rests and murder attempt on The Calamity. Whilst a mere couple of months weren’t much of a long time for cultivators of their level, two months of constant tensions of this magnitude felt like eternities of despair to all beings in the universe.

Finally after an hour, Fang Hui decided to break the ice. [Did Mang Bao send you to me?]

[….sort of. He just finished the augury for that…thing.] Yun Mao answered reluctantly.

[Good, please lead me to the ‘center’. My senses still aren’t as sharp as they supposed to be.]

Yun Mao only nodded to that and led her friend to where the others are. Anytime when Hui Er says please to her means he seriously needs help. Despite himself being overall more uninjured than her, the old youth took lethal poison that clouded his divine senses. This poison was a slow acting one, corroding his senses bit by bit each day. The only reason he found the location of his home world is by the guidance of the wooden hilt in his hand. Carved from an Ancient Tree, the treasure hilt has a connection to the soil of its host, however minute it is.

Due to the poison, Fang Hui was unable to return to the center after his search for his home. He was stranded at that place for two days and just weeps at that spot. Yun Mao already noticed this when she sent wisps of divine sense to the old cultivator and received no feedback. Only after they were 10 meter apart was he able to sense her.

Their journey to the ‘center’ wasn't much of an event. In the infinite void, no scenery or landmark existed. Only dull blackness and nothingness accompany the two of them. With the speed of a great immortal realm cultivator, the journey of ten million lightyears would have been covered in mere hours.

Half way from their destination, Fang Hui asked the old witch. [Say, have any of you gained a breakthrough or two during these few days?]

[Uh…yeah, three minor breakthroughs for me to be exact…. It is odd how old people like us gain breakthroughs as fast as this rate when we didn’t even put any effort in cultivating at all….]

[Perhaps, the lack of other beings in the universe leads to abundance of qi in the surrounding? Problem is how does qi exist when the world barely is? Where does qi even come from? What is qi in the first place, anyway?]

[Perhaps this is not a question for a single mind to realize. Maybe the other can help find the answer.]

Another hour of silence later, they arrived at the ‘center’, where a gigantic hand the size of two realms floated inhabited by 8 people. In the middle of it lies a big white gold-ish pyritohedron treasure, twelve symmetrical pentagonal faces with strange symbols carved on them, and five rings revolve surrounding it at a low speed. Each of the rings also hold many symbols around their outer rim, their meaning escaped anyone who gazed on it.

That is, until now.

[Heaven.] said a portly man in a tired voice, resounding to all nine cultivators.

Mang Bao was a collector of treasures and a self-proclaimed grand expert on the subject, for a good reason. Despite having the lowest cultivation among his peers, Mang Bao’s reputation doesn’t lose to even the legendary beings of his home realm. The capabilities to figure out the usages of myriads of treasures lead him to be depended on by various characters.

Right now, he was tasked to perform an augury on the aforementioned pyrite. The others are either too hurt to function, or incapable of inspecting a treasure, hence it is up to the most uninjured cultivator to guess what it does.

Said treasure was something that appeared right after the last of the stellar body perished. The sole fact that this thing appeared right after the world lost all its stellar bodies bothered all 10 immortals. Regardless, this is a mystery that needs to be solved.

Digesting what his friend said, Fang Hui was confused. Yet, seeing the other’s expression, he realized the meaning of Bao’s word. This thing in front of him, 30 meter tall, wide, and long, is a Heaven. According to the collector’s assumption, The Calamity has a desire to obtain this item by performing destruction across the void.

[So… what does it do, exactly?] Fang Hui asked, his gaze still blank but his muted divine senses were flaring. Whatever this thing is, it was literally beyond the realm he was in.

[Hard to say, really. At first I thought this would grant it’s wielder a great amount of power. But there is no point being the strongest when you have already erased the universe. All I’m sure about is that, somehow, this treasure gave an astronomical amount of qi to the universe, but you already know that.] Mang Bao said in a laid back manner. There’s hardly any need for formality in the world populated by only a handful of people, especially toward his leader that loaths such a thing.

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Truth to be told, none of the other immortals realized this fact. Even now, this is the first time they learned of such a thing. The pressure everyone felt was attributed to the realm of the item, but no one would’ve guessed it as a raw qi that hasn’t been dispersed among the void.

Then, his eyes glimmered with fascination. [And that’s when it occurs to me! If qi was supposed to be a form of heavenly energy like we always taught it to, and this object produced a grand amount of it, wouldn’t that make this artefact ‘Heaven’ itself!?]

[So what?] a bitter feminine voice resounded from a pale woman with a hollow right eye. Her waist length sky blue hair had been disarrayed, and her body was quite thinner than what is healthy, even by immortals standard.

[Daoist Wild Heart, we talked about this already. Just… let it go.] Another voice called from an older lad with bandages around his abdomen, a spear laid on his lap.

[Let it go? LET IT GO!? Do you think I can easily ‘let it go’ just like that!? Kai wasn’t just a soul beast. He is MY Soul Beast. He is literally half of me, we grew up together, facing dangers and tribulations, we were-]

[Lover. I get it.] the man interrupted. [All of us know of your relationship between you and Kai, but that’s not an excuse to act like a bitch! Wild Heart, each one of us lost our loved ones. You can’t act unreasonable like this.]

Wild Heart tried to argue more, but she was interrupted by yet another voice. [STOP FIGHTING!!]

It came from a middle aged woman sitting a few paces away from the older lad. Betraying her earlier mental shout, she was visibly shaken and at the verge of tearing up. [Please… don’t fight. We all are what is left in this world. Don’t make me mourn for you, too. I-.] she was about to say more, but whatever that she tried to hold in burst apart within her. She became a mess of emotion and any divine transmissions sent out from her are raw emotions of what she’s feeling now.

The man was right. She wasn’t the only one that lost their loved one. She realized that she has been behaving untoward to her peers. Silent prevails for a few moments before another voice breaks the ice.

[…I don’t. I have not the slightest idea of your relationship between you and your… tamed beast. My condolences.] a deep bestial voice came from further to side.

The words came from a majestic Cosmic Beast. Its form generally looked like a manned lion with furs in shades of green. It has a silver colored horn atop its forehead, golden eyes, lion head, a long tail with a spear tip-shaped tail tip, and limbs of reptiles covered in jade colored scales instead of furs.

The beast called itself ‘Nian’. No one among the nine immortals knew its origin. All they know is that it is the current strongest being in this universe. Contributed 3% of the overall damage toward the calamity, its strength is unquestionable.

Slightly perturbed, Wild Heart can only give an affirmative gesture to the Cosmic Beast, unsure how to verbally respond. In the meantime, an elderly man is calming down the crying middle aged woman.

Fang Hui looked at all of this and sighed inwardly. Everyone was a mess, and for all of their cultivation, none of them can restore the universe as it is now. No matter how high one’s cultivation, restoration of the world at this magnitude is beyond impossible. And even if they could, none of them are in any psyche to do so.

Baring Mang Bao that has no loved one, a place that he belongs, and any real attachment toward his collections of treasures, each of the cultivators in this piece of land has their own problem.

Yun Mao lost the family she adopted and nurtured in the realm further away from her birth realm. Daoist Wild Heart lost her soulmate that is her companion beast. The lad, Daoist One Stroke lost his wife during the war, the spear in his possession was hers. The middle aged woman, Daoist Shadow Eye, lost her sect, being away from the institute when the Calamity struck. The elderly man, Old Lu, despite seemingly fine is greatly disturbed by the fact that he won’t be able to cook again, his sole passion in life trumping even cultivation.

Nian, according to what the beast said during the war, lost his kingdom and was forced to kill his sons and daughters that were manipulated by the calamity. The winged fairy lost her sisters in arm and would have also lost her life, were it not for the protection of the dying husk of a man that was held in her arms. Fang Hui, on the other hand, lost the family he made with his long lost mortal wife. And those are just the primary reasons.

His mind returned to the last moment of the war. They were losing. Less than 50 immortals were left. The Calamity had destroyed all stellar bodies. It had been victorious, regardless of any other outcome. Even in the off chance that the Calamity died, the universe would be in a state of disrepair.

At that point, something had happened. With a silent popping sound, a treasure made its appearance. The Calamity’s attention was diverted to the treasure and made a relaxed motion to grasp it. Helpless and in despair, all of the surviving cultivators took this chance to revolve their cultivation one more time, utilizing all of their qi in disposal and unleashed their strongest technique, sparing no heed to their own life.

*BLAAM!!*

Its movement was halted for a moment, a deep cavity was made at its back. Even so, The Calamity didn’t care and kept reaching out for the pyrite. One immortal used this chance to rush ahead and enter the cavity, unleashing a deadly self-destruction technique to end It, once and for all.

His sacrifice wasn’t in vain, for The Calamity had been wounded so greatly that it may not be able to move forward. Even so, It was a hated selfish being that loathed the idea of any other taking its rightful prize. The Calamity then performed its own self-destruct technique that would’ve destroys everyone.

Using whatever qi remain in them, all 49 immortals use each and everything in their disposal to protect themselves and their compatriot. Fang Hui himself uses his soul technique to protect himself and Yun Mao, losing his armor and left arm as a result. Mang Bao threw away all of his treasures in possession to protect himself. Old Lu uses his monstrous cultivation to guard One Stroke and Shadow Eye. Wild Heart was protected by her beast companion. The dying old man protected the fairy. Lastly, Nian wasn’t able to protect anyone, his technique being only enough to protect his weakened self.

Putting his attention back to the present, Fang Hui calms himself inwardly. ‘You are the leader now, Hui. Act like it!’

[Treasure King, is there any way for this thing to resolve our current predicament?] asked Fang Hui loudly, in hope to bring attention to him.

[like I said, this is the HEAVEN in and on itself. Anything WILL happen when heaven demands it. And currently, The Heaven was freed from its ownership.] Mang Bao’s statement confused everyone. What does it mean by the heaven being freed from its owner? And then, it finally dawned on them .

[You mean to tell us that someone, or something, was in a possession of heaven and now anyone of us can literally become the god of the Endless Void!? Then why does it take the destruction of existences for it to reveal itself!?] yelled One Stroke.

[Perhaps the destruction was an attempt to seek the bearer of The Heaven. Question is, who was the true previous owner of heaven?] asked Nian.

[Doesn’t matter who or what the owner is, why wouldn’t you just take it yourself, Treasure King?] Yun Mao questioned.

[Truthfully, it was originally my intention…] everyone was startled, particularly the six fellowship cultivators. Mang Bao was known in their home realm to be a greedy hoarder that would take any and every treasure in existence and would use any means necessary baring direct combat to attain any item of his liking. […however, I fear that I may misinterpret the usage of this treasure. For all I know, it would destroy my being and turn me into a myriad of stellar bodies to be inhabited by a new form of life. Who is to say that The Calamity even knows the real purpose of this thing.] The six fellowship cultivators were visibly relaxed. However, they still feel like there’s something more. [Which is why I offer to any one of you to claim this thing.]

[So let me get this straight. You were too much of a coward, as usual, and made others put their life at risk so you don’t have to risk your own. Isn’t that right?] Wild Heart asked in a bitter voice.

[Pretty much.]

[…can I punch him now, Captain?]

[…please no.] answered Fang Hui.

Inwardly sighing, the middle aged man can only grimace at his pathetic attempt. ‘At least the tension wasn’t as prevalent as before.’ He thought. He tuned out his divine sense and focused them toward the treasure. Having delved at the art of artificing, Fang Hui has to agree to Mang Bao’s estimate. A treasure of this capability must have its own harsh requirement, with requiring a titanic amount of qi to utilize being the minimum, basically every single qi in any one of the immortals here.

‘Wait, what in the-!’ Fang Hui exclaimed when he noticed a single strand of translucent string made its way from his chest to one of the treasure’s floating rings. That string attached itself onto a ring of five elements and turned bright. Suddenly, he saw visions.

He saw himself mingling within a crowd in a dining room. He was talking to a pair of grandfather and grandmother, who he recognized as his long deceased parents. Looking amongst the crowd of guests (?), he saw his deceased brother and sister playing with a bunch of children who he recognized as his mortal descendants.

All too sudden, the vision ended. Fang Hui’s soul was in tremors. He wasn’t just seeing a mere illusion, it was a promise. A promise of peace, sanctuary, stability, the impossible made possible. He can feel a ravenous greed demon, miniscule it is, whispering dark thoughts to not only take the treasure, but also to use it to kill the nine other cultivators.

But Fang Hui resisted. ‘NO! I’m better than this! I will not fall to my own temptation again!!’

He took closer to the ten strings on his solar plexus. One of them was grey, attached to the fairy. Eight of the strings have silver color, attached to the eight others. The last string attached itself on the treasure was bright gold.

Those strings may only be seen if he focused on them, no matter how much he raises his cultivation. The strings also attached themselves to his companions, even to the three newcomers. There are also strings connected from every one of the cultivators and attach themselves to each other, their color varies between pairing but none of them are grey colored like Fang Hui’s.

Since his boyhood, he had the ability to see these strings which he refers to as The String of Fate in his later life. It’s rudimentarily indicated the bond between one individual to another by the color of the strings. It took Fang Hui a considerable amount of testing to understand what the color means. Every pair has a different shade of varying color from red, blue, brown, black, even the color of metal like gold. Oddly enough, any strings connected to him are only grey or silver, until now.

He still has no idea what gold colored strings means, for he only encountered this color twice in his life, and they were both between enemies like the pair of fairy and the dying old man. All he was sure to know is that, grey strings indicated that he had no fate with the one he was attached to while silver strings indicated there was trust between him and any other he was attached to, entwining their fate.

Hui could’ve used these strings to find his way back to his companion, were it not for the fact that the strings fades the further away he is from the intended target. His best distance was only 2 lightyears currently, 40 trillion lightyears short from his goal.

All of that does not matter at the present, for there’s some matter to address. [Treasure King, is there something you haven’t told us?] Mang Bao was about to make a retort or jest of sorts before he saw how serious his captain looked now. Massaging the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath and decided to spill the bean. [I… was bewitched.] he started. [I saw a fantastical vision when I appraised the treasure .It was, as I realized it just a while ago, my own inner desire. For days I tried to escape from the illusion, but my greedy heart won’t allow me to. I only manage to break free by a sheer amount of luck, and I fear I might make an attempt to go back to the illusion if I’m not careful.

[The fact that Captain managed to break free in mere moments proved that I’m not worthy to wield the treasure. In the wrong hand, this treasure may- no, WILL change the reality to suit their desire. All of us may as well perish for good were The Calamity harnesses the power of Heaven.

[….what did you see?] Old Lu asked.

[Mountain piles of golds and gems, a sea of worshipers kowtowing beneath the me who was on an elevated platform surrounded by many beauties in scandalous attires, or the lack of them.]

[Ugh! Typical money bag!! And next you'll argue that there was male amongst your harem, aren’t you!?] Mang Bao only smirked at Wild Heart’s reproach with a dirty smirk, prompting a disgusted look to the lass.

[That illusion… can it become a reality?] a query was made by the previously silent fairy, her technique still flaring to stabilize the dying old man. A look of hope and desperation radiate from her, the desire she harbors is as clear as the cloudless day of a couple months ago.

The portly fellow looks at the middle aged man, a wordless exchange transpired between the two of them. As a fellow Daoist that dabbled in treasures, the two of them have quite the bond to be able to achieve a skill that not a lot of cultivators managed to obtain. A moment later, Fang Hui answered her [Yes, it can and it will. By my estimate, the user may bring changes to the world not limited to the reforming of the world or creation of the unimaginable. It can change not only your default appearance, but also your spiritual root and cultivation foundation. It can bring back the dead and heal the unhealable. It can change a reality where good is bad and bad is good. Your imagination is the limit.] The fairy’s hope strengthened and she made her way to the giant Pyrite, before she realized what she had done.

She was tempted, the noble her was bewitched by the word of promises from a stranger without any consideration. Looking at the unmoving immortals around her, she saw how the others had the look of wariness that she lacked. Even the aggrieved lass has more restraint than her. She was ashamed of herself, even though all ten of the immortals had similar cultivation base all things considered, she was the second or third oldest amongst them, being at least ten thousand years older than the seven juniors. She was a cultivator of the righteous path, the noble she should have known better even if what the middle aged man in front of her was true.

Lowering her head in guilt she almost missed the slight smile Fang Hui made. The fairy’s action right now just proved his suspicion wrong. He can trust her, he can now trust each and every one of the cultivators here to bring forth his plan.

[So what’s your plan, Captain?] even the sharpest of them, Yun Mao instantly figured out that Fang Hui was planning something, even though it was formed less than a minute ago.

[Simple, we use this treasure together.] a look of understanding shown on the face of the immortals. It was a simple solution that not even the fabled Treasure King can muster. Hearing the middle age man’s word brought many possibilities to the immortal mind. Fang Hui felt a vibration on the strings attached to him. The grey colored string turns bright silver, the fairy’s fate has finally entwined with him.

Without further ado, all ten of them encircled the treasure. [So, how do we go about it? Do we just touch it and-] ever the rash one, One Stroke already reaching out for the treasure before he even finished his sentence. Before his hand could touch the thing, Shadow Eye already held him off. As ominous as her daoist name was, she was one of the few sensible one among their fellowship. Being the figurative mother amongst them, she wouldn’t let any harm make pass on her remaining friends. She’s already lost too many, ‘No more!’

Nodding approvingly to the middle aged woman, Fang Hui let Mang Bao take charge. [Use the standard approach on class 7and above treasures. Circulate your qi and protect your dantian, don’t accept any foreign qi but don’t agitate them either unless me or Captain say so. That’s included you two seniors, no offense.]

He then instructed them all the technicality of the approach. It took a considerable amount of time before they were ready. In the meantime, Fang Hui paid attention to the strings of fate coming out from the other nine immortals, those that are currently connected to one of the Heaven’s rings. Unlike Hui’s, all other strings have the color matching the ring they’re connected with. Even Yun Mao’s string, which was connected to the same ring as his, turned the color of ‘5 elements’ instead of gold.

After a while, the ten of them finished their preparation. Hui then instructed them to grab onto the ring that their strings were connected to, since he is the only one who can see them, as far as he knew. He only told a few people of this ability all his life and those that are aware of that now are Mang Bao and Yun Mao, and even they were a bit skeptical about it.

Each pair of them grabbed onto one a ring. The fairy helped the dying man hold their ‘life and death’ ring, her hand sat on top of his, Nian raise its tail and grab the ‘space time’ ring with Mang Bao, Old Lu and Wild Heart with their ‘chaos and order’ ring, and Shadow Eye with One Stroke grab the ‘man and woman’ ring. When they were about to start, the dying man held by the fairy suddenly exclaimed [Thank you, Asariel.] before he became quiet once more.

The fairy was visibly shaken, but she was determined. [Don’t worry, Vagan. I will save you.]

In position, they all then channel their qi to the treasure.

After that, the light fades. The treasure was nowhere to be found, neither the two realms sized palm nor the inhabitant were to be found.

A speck of light appeared in that location.

explosion.

Chapter 0 - End of the cosmos