150: Chapter 150 The Collapse of the Secret Realm, the Gaze of the Upper Realm!

A light sphere swirling with seven-colored Dao Rhyme floated silently before the brow of the Golden Giant.

That was the condensation of Xuan Tian Old Ancestor's hundred thousand years of bitter cultivation, the final form of a Mahayana Stage Cultivator's lifelong Dao Fruit.

The Golden Figure formed by Su Changge's will raised its hand, its fingertip lightly touching the sphere of light.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no violent discharge of energy.

Buzz...

A soft chime originating from the Origin of the Great Dao echoed deep within Su Changge's will.

The sphere of light transformed into a seven-colored warm current, silently merging into his Divine Soul.

In an instant, an inexpressible, vast amount of information washed over every inch of his consciousness. It was not a violent flood, but a boundless sea of stars, gently enveloping and consuming him.

“Great Sun Burning Heaven Art”—a brilliant sun rose, incinerating the Nine Heavens and ten earths.

“Taishang Wuji Sword Scripture”—a sword light traversed the Chaos, severing Karma.

“xuantian dao canon”—all-encompassing, evolving ten thousand methods, pointing directly to the Origin of the Great Dao.

From the most basic Qi Breathing and Refinement to Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul... the Bottleneck and Breakthrough insights of every Realm unfolded before him like the clearest pictures.

Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Formation, Talisman, Restriction, Divination...

All the memories and insights, all the struggles and glories of Xuan Tian Old Ancestor’s long hundred thousand years were “personally” experienced by Su Changge in a way beyond imagination.

This massive amount of information, enough to burst the Divine Soul of any Cultivator, did not cause him the slightest swelling pain. It transformed into the purest Dao Rhyme, naturally settling and undergoing Fusion, as if he were born knowing it all.

[Ding. Detected the Legacy of a Mahayana Stage powerhouse's lifelong Dao Fruit. Analyzing, optimizing, archiving...]

[Archiving complete. Stored in the “Great Dao Scripture Pavilion,” the Host can consult it at any time without consuming emotion points.]

The System's notification tone sounded in his consciousness, devoid of any emotion.

Su Changge's mind stirred slightly.

That certainly saves some trouble.

As the gift from Xuan Tian Old Ancestor was completely received, the Chaos Universe constructed by the System's special effects dissipated.

Su Changge's consciousness sank into the deepest part of his body.

...

Outside.

Ever since Xuan Tian Old Ancestor's Divine Soul charged into Su Changge's brow, the hall had been stripped of light and sound.

Time had not stopped, but everyone's heartbeats nearly had.

Mo Wentian and Lin Gujian, the two Soul Transformation giants, had palms full of cold sweat. Their lifelong cultivation was concentrated in their hands, yet they didn't even have the courage to move an inch. Their gazes were locked tightly onto the white-clothed figure, their Dao Heart suffering under the strain.

Outside the hall, the expressions of Xiao Fan, Liu Ruyan, and the other Prodigies were even more distorted.

They both hoped something would happen to Su Changge and feared that something really would. If even such a person couldn't resist the old monster, how could they possibly survive?

This deathly silence lasted for an unknown amount of time.

Finally.

Su Changge opened his eyes.

In his left eye, a great sun rotated and a Golden Crow soared across the sky. In his right eye, a galaxy surged and a Silver Moon hung high. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, Chaos currents overflowed, as if worlds were being created and eras were beginning and ending.

A dense, seven-colored divine radiance flashed and vanished deep within his pupils.

With just this one glance, everyone who met his gaze, regardless of their cultivation level, felt their Divine Soul wailing and trembling, instinctively wanting to kowtow.

It was a sense of insignificance when facing the Heavenly Dao, the humility of a mayfly looking up at the firmament.

Senior!

Mo Wentian suppressed the horror in his heart and cried out in excitement.

Su Changge did not respond. His gaze swept over the empty Black Throne.

Then, he raised his right hand toward the throne and lightly made a grasping motion from a distance.

Boom, crack!

The entire towering palace let out an overburdened wail!

Walls, floor tiles, and the ceiling simultaneously developed spider-web-like cracks.

In the next moment, Law runes were forcibly stripped from every inch of the palace's structure, turning into a brilliant torrent that was swallowed up by that fair palm.

That magnificent palace was decomposing, dissolving, and collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its Foundation was ruthlessly seized by that palm.

Finally, the sky full of flowing light dispersed.

A fist-sized, pitch-black, and profound Core Crystal lay quietly in Su Changge's palm.

[Ding. Detected the Origin core of the “Fallen Immortal Secret Realm.” It meets the recycling standards. Recycle?]

[Recycling will grant a large amount of emotion points.]

In Su Changge's mind, there was only one word.

Collect.

The Core Crystal turned into a beam of black light and entered his body.

The palace was the core of the Secret Realm.

With the core gone, the entire Secret Realm space lost its support.

The sky collapsed.

The earth sank.

Huge, hideous spatial rifts spread frantically across the world, swallowing everything.

Doomsday had arrived.

Not good, the Secret Realm is completely collapsing!

Outside the hall, Xiao Fan was the first to let out a terrified scream.

The exit, go to the exit quickly!

All the Prodigies lost their composure, their True Essence surging, Magic Treasures flying everywhere as they fled for their lives.

At the peak of this Chaos, a calm voice sounded in everyone's Sea of Consciousness.

What is there to panic about.

Everyone looked up in shock.

At some point, Su Changge was already standing beneath the collapsing sky.

His white clothes were as pure as snow. Within three feet of him, no matter how the Spatial Storm raged, it could not penetrate in the slightest.

Everyone understood.

The palace had disappeared.

Su Changge was safe and sound.

That old monster who tried to perform Possession had experienced Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

And the greatest Opportunity of this Fallen Immortal Secret Realm had, without a doubt, fallen to the man before them.

Looking at that figure suspended in the middle of the apocalypse, no one could feel even a hint of jealousy anymore; only awe originating from their Souls remained.

Su Changge did not look at them again.

He lightly flicked his sleeve in the direction they had come from.

This Realm is about to become ruins. Retreat quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and took a step.

This step ignored the collapsing space and the distance. His figure vanished from the spot, and in the next instant, he was already thousands of feet away.

Follow the Senior!

Mo Wentian was the first to react. With a loud shout, he and Lin Gujian turned into two streaks of light, burning their essence blood to give chase.

The other Prodigies woke up as if from a dream and one after another performed their trump card Escape Techniques, following closely behind in a desperate flight.

Led by Su Changge's seemingly leisurely pace, everyone passed through layers of spatial turbulence without any mishaps.

Ahead, that soft white spatial portal was already in sight.

On everyone's faces, the wild joy of surviving a disaster appeared.

However, at this very moment.

Crack.

A crisp sound of shattering rang directly within their Soul Origins.

Everyone instinctively looked up toward the disintegrating sky of the Secret Realm.

At the end of the sky, above that endless Void Realm.

A pitch-black rift that spanned their entire vision opened out of thin air.

Behind the rift was a higher, more vast, and more ancient starry sky.

A majestic, vast, and supreme aura that did not belong to this Small World slowly descended from the rift.

Under this aura, the collapsing Secret Realm stopped its destruction. Both time and space were forcibly suppressed.

Everyone was frozen in place, unable to move.

They felt themselves to be incomparably tiny. Compared to this aura, the pressure of the recently fallen Xuan Tian Old Ancestor was but a firefly to the bright moon.

Their Physical Bodies were trembling, and their Divine Souls were prostrating.

It was an absolute crushing of life's hierarchy.

Immediately afterward.

A gaze.

A gaze that transcended time, space, and Karma pierced through that massive Boundary Wall Rift.

It ignored Mo Wentian, ignored Lin Gujian, and ignored all living beings.

It passed through layers of broken worlds and locked onto Su Changge.

In that gaze was the indifference of looking down upon the changing of eras, a hint of scrutiny, and finally, it turned into a faint trace of confusion.

As if a chess player had discovered a piece on a familiar board that did not belong to the game.

Mo Wentian's face was as pale as paper. He looked up at the rift in the sky radiating endless terror, his voice changing pitch and carrying a sob.

Senior... what... what is that thing?