Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 633 - 417: Ruins Everywhere_2

Chapter 633: Chapter 417: Ruins Everywhere_2

In the Vast Wilderness, Sun Wukong was equally deep in thought, "The cycle of destruction and creation, the fall of a great being, gives rise to countless civilizations and life forms.

’A whale falls and myriad creatures rise,’ how similar it is to the development of the Vast Wilderness!"

Under the watchful eyes of many, a silence prevailed, and darkness swallowed everything.

In fact, many beings knew that an Epoch was born from the Dark Distortion, but few had seen it.

The apparent death of the Myriad Realms Epoch was just a silence, not a plunge into utter darkness.

And though the Supreme beings of the shattered Epochs always existed, due to the influence of rules, with each turnover of an Epoch, they had to shrink back into the Pure Land, unable to witness the birth of a new Epoch, much less influence its course.

At this moment, after who knows how long, a tiny, almost imperceptible light suddenly appeared in that projected darkness.

The light was faint, but against the backdrop of darkness, it seemed particularly bright.

When this light appeared, it touched the hearts of all beings...

No extraordinary phenomena occurred, nothing overly embellished, that small light, so faint it seemed a breath or a gust of wind would extinguish it.

Determined to snuff it out, the darkness swept over countless times, yet the light continued to shine defiantly.

All beings knew that Dark Distortion symbolized death and loneliness, while this light represented life and hope.

"Om!"

A soft humming.

The light grew stronger, like a spark igniting fuel, bursting into a fierce blaze.

It drove away darkness, bringing light and vitality.

The brightness spread, expanded, taking up a significant portion amidst the Dark Distortion.

Then life began to emerge within it...

And the projection before all beings stopped right then and there.

Their consciousness began to return, all beings regained their lucidity.

Where was the manifestation and birth of an Epoch before them, as if nothing had changed at all?

Only in the chaos of the Myriad Realms Epoch, a sphere of light appeared before everyone.

"The Origin—"

That whisper resounded once again, echoing in the hearts of all beings, bringing them shock.

"The Origin Epoch, the foremost among the eighteen Epochs, even in its demise, still retains such a tremendous, such an unparalleled power," a Supreme being exclaimed with emotion.

That sphere of light felt overwhelmingly powerful, almost unbearable to gaze upon directly.

Creation revealed itself, entwined with life.

The Origin, the beginning of Epochs!

In an instant, nearly all the mighty ones rushed towards the ruins of the Origin Epoch, including the Supremes.

The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, who had previously left, returned again, still that dragon shadow, diving straight into the light sphere, without any hesitation.

The Supremes of the Myriad Realms, the Supremes of the Pure Land, did likewise.

The Supremes of the Myriad Realms Epoch would normally remain in the chaos to prevent invasions from other forces.

But now, with the appearance of the ruins of the Origin Epoch, who could care about that?

Who could ignore the chance for fortune that the Origin Epoch might hold?

However, when countless mighty ones arrived at the ruins of the Origin Epoch, they found they could not enter at all.

It seemed that the ruins of this Epoch only accepted Saint Emperors and Supremes.

Those below the Saint Emperor were all denied entry.

"The Origin Epoch contains countless opportunities, rumored to be greater than the other seventeen Epochs combined, but why are we barred from entering?" a Saint said in angry frustration.

"Perhaps the secrets within the Origin Epoch are too much for us to bear; the fortunes of the Origin Epoch are not something we can control," a strong one said wistfully.

They had all seen it before: the birth of the Origin Epoch could truly be called a miracle.

The light born from endless darkness made everyone tremble.

The Origin Epoch was also the closest to the truth.

And the answer to that truth.

Including the mystery of the birth of an Epoch.

Including what lies beyond the Dark Distortion.

What indeed is the purpose of an Epoch’s demise?

And over the Great Path, has anyone really set foot?

Then, a voice spoke, "Some say, the Origin harbors the greatest secret of the world, yet no one can explore it. Not one Supreme of the Origin Epoch has survived; this makes all the legends even more ethereal."

Everyone turned together only to see Qing Lan walking through the chaos, approaching the Origin of Ten Thousand Realms.

"Your Majesty!"

The next moment, an astonishing scene took place.

The Origin of Ten Thousand Realms, seeing Qing Lan, actually bowed and addressed him as ’Your Majesty’?

All the strong ones were incredulous.

The Origin of Ten Thousand Realms, arguably the source of all the myriad realms, the core of Epochs, with its status, position, and strength, to whom did it need to pay such respect?

This address of ’Your Majesty’ shattered everyone’s understanding.

Most importantly, Qing Lan faced this title with utter composure.

"Among the eighteen Epochs, only the Origin and the enigmatic Ancient God Epoch are the most unfathomable," said Qing Lan’s voice once more, "The Origin Epoch because it was born first, possesses so many mysteries.

And the Ancient God Epoch is an anomaly among the eighteen Epochs; it wasn’t supposed to exist..."

Hearing this, all the mighty ones were thoroughly astonished.

They all knew the Ancient God Epoch was powerful, that the Ancient God’s schemes were unparalleled, but they never imagined the Ancient God Epoch to be an anomaly, that it originally... shouldn’t exist?

Of course, they were somewhat skeptical of Qing Lan’s words, but when the Origin of Ten Thousand Realms made no comment, their shock was complete.

"The Origin may appear, but the Ancient God... may not necessarily manifest," said the Origin of Ten Thousand Realms, "As the last Epoch’s Primordial Source, I have retained the ruins of seventeen Epochs, but there is no trace of the ruins of the Ancient God Epoch..."