Chapter 2463 The Essence of Superpowers (3)
The night was dark.
The lights of Tianhai City flickered outside the window, like the lingering shadows of an ancient starry sea.
Zhang Yi lay quietly on the bed, his consciousness gradually sinking into the boundless ethereal ocean.
It was a place without ups and downs, without time or space.
Heaven and earth vanished, leaving only light.
Hundreds of millions of white light points flowed around his body, each light a branch of destiny, the lingering echo of the soul of a being in the material world.
Deep within that sea of light, there is a human-shaped ray of light, pure white and serene, as if it were eternal.
That's Ling.
As soon as the thought crossed Zhang Yi's mind, she came closer.
Her voice remained indifferent yet gentle, seemingly devoid of any emotion, yet capable of penetrating the soul: "You've come again."
Zhang Yi smiled, his voice echoing in the ethereal sea: "I've discovered that I can see you whenever I close my eyes."
"This is because you are close to the critical point."
Ling looked at him calmly, her eyes like the core of a star, reflecting endless brilliance.
"The ether has begun to resonate with your spirit. Your connection with the material world is weakening, while your connection with us... is strengthening."
Zhang Yi frowned: "Are you implying that I'm about to become like you?"
Ling gently shook her head: "No, you won't become one of us now. You are still human, unless you are willing to give up your physical body. The physical body is your spiritual anchor in the material world."
“Ether will devour those who have lost their spiritual anchor, but you still have attachments.”
Her gaze was gentle, as if she could see into the depths of his soul. "Your humanity keeps you in balance."
Zhang Yi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Ling, I want to know... what will the future of the material world be like?"
“I feel like danger is getting closer and closer, and you know I’ve always hated this.”
Ling gazed at him silently. His eyes were as deep as black holes in the universe, containing endless past and future.
"Time... is almost up."
Zhang Yi's pupils contracted slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Ling's voice was almost like a whisper of the wind, yet it carried an irresistible power.
"The seal placed by the Creator... is being broken. The material world will usher in the true end of an era. The ancient laws are no longer stable. Those races that have been annihilated by time and those civilizations that have been banished will also return."
Just as Zhang Yi was about to ask further questions, the entire Ether Sea suddenly trembled violently.
Countless rays of light scattered in all directions, like torn threads.
Ling's figure began to blur, leaving only a final whisper:
"Remember, after the light comes the fall."
boom--
Zhang Yi suddenly woke up from his dream.
A sharp pain shot through my brain, as if thousands of electric currents were coursing through my nerves.
In that instant, he felt a kind of "consciousness" awaken in his mind.
It was a will from a higher realm of the universe—cold, vast, yet terrifyingly clear.
That wasn't language; the sound transcended language. It was a powerful will descending directly into his mind.
What this will expresses is—the seal on the material world has been officially lifted!
Zhang Yi struggled to sit up, cold sweat trickling down his temples.
It was still late at night outside.
But the next second, he discovered that the night had become bright.
The night sky over Tianhai City seemed to be covered by a curtain of light as if it were daytime.
It wasn't sunrise, but a strange light projected from the depths of the sky.
The light had no temperature, yet it made people's hearts race.
He walked to the window, looked up abruptly, and the sight that met his eyes made him involuntarily part his lips slightly.
A huge shadow appeared in the clouds above the sky.
It wasn't a cloud, nor was it the aurora borealis; it was a semi-transparent, invisible behemoth.
Its silhouette stretches across the sky, as if a sleeping god is shrouding the entire earth.
Hidden beneath the clouds, in this eerily bright midnight, it resembled a bird in flight and a fish in swimming, but its sheer size was astounding; Zhang Yi estimated its length to be several hundred meters!
This was a creature Zhang Yi had never seen before; without even thinking, he knew it must have originated from an ancient civilization.
At that moment, Zhang Yi felt a chill run through him.
He knew this was not just a visual illusion.
That is a real existence.
Its appearance, combined with the will that Zhang Yi had just received, made him realize something.
In the material world, on Earth, the rules that restricted ancient civilizations have completely disappeared!
The various races are about to begin clearing the field to make room for the arrival of the seventh generation of humans.
Zhang Yi exhaled a breath of warm air; his room remained warm and comfortable, just like springtime.
He walked barefoot on the wooden floor, feeling the beauty of being alive, and his belief in himself grew stronger.
"No matter how the world changes, I have only one goal: to eliminate anything that disturbs my peaceful life!"
Of course, he could also choose to run away.
In any case, the old stronghold of the Wuluan Empire has been renovated in just over half a year and can be moved there at any time.
……
The strange phenomena weren't limited to the skies above Tianhai City.
Rather, it would be more accurate to say that the moment that will descended, many ancient beings, beings that had waited for billions of years, began to descend!
In the Arctic night, the sound of the wind is like shards of glass scraping against countless eardrums at the same time.
The icy sea first rippled, and then it was as if an invisible giant hand was pulling the cold out of the seabed.
Layers of frost climbed, multiplied, and spread, spreading as fast as an out-of-control avalanche.
The white waves were frozen in place, their crests solidified into sculptures in mid-air; the sea mist was frozen into a silver veil, drifting and swaying in the air.
On the newly formed ice plain, naturally grown ice ridges rise up, their sharp edges reflecting light like knives.
Footsteps echoed in the air ducts between those backs—like the soft, crisp sound of snowflakes crushing against each other.
From the Arctic icy seas, Ice Age races emerged.
Their long, silvery-white hair reached their ankles, their pupils were so light they were almost transparent, and their skin had a phosphorescent sheen like snow.
Beneath their robes, their bare forearms, clearly in human skeletal proportions, were inlaid with ice-like veins, and the opening and closing of their knuckles was accompanied by tiny, crackling sounds of crystallization.
They remained silent, yet an unusual tremor emanated from the air.
That is “ice language”—if we consider the air as strings, then these creatures are plucking the coldest spectrum.
At a research station left behind by humans in the Arctic, thick iron gates were instantly covered with frost buds as thick as a finger joint.
In the distance, the yellow lights of the small houses in the Inuit fishing village seemed to have been touched by a cold mist, their brightness dimmed.
But there was no slaughter, no pursuit, only a series of figures appearing, one huge ice ship after another emerging from beneath the icy sea, marching in formation on the brand-new icy continent, as if relocating a kingdom whose time had been frozen.
