Free Web NovelChapter 439: Chapter 286: Which Will Arrive First, the Flood or the Ark?
After a long moment of thought, an idea suddenly struck Yang An, and his eyes lit up.
He had previously instructed Mother Divination to kill the Ding Chong Daoist of Wuwei Peak. This reminded Yang An of something he had obtained from there. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
A winged eye.
When Yang An first entered the Earth Spirit Stele, that thing had appeared, allowing him to see the Cultivation Technique content deeper inside.
And when he first entered the Xiyue River Ancient Collection, that same winged eye had appeared, allowing him to see Miao Ye on the Seventh Floor while he was still on the Fifth.
It had been so long since that had happened, he had almost forgotten about it.
This seemed to be the only way. The problem was, Yang An had no idea how to use it, or even what it really was.
All he could do was try. If it didn’t work, he would have to give up.
He immediately recalled what he had done before the winged eye appeared in the past. It seemed to appear if he just stared intently.
So Yang An looked forward, staring straight ahead without blinking.
Because the barrier in front of him was invisible—tangible but not visible—what he saw was no different from the surrounding scenery.
He stared like this for over an hour, but still, nothing happened.
But just as Yang An sighed and was about to give up, in a moment of distraction, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed drastically.
An incomparably huge, winged eyeball filled his entire field of vision, then vanished in an instant.
’This is the feeling!’
His gaze seemed to pass through countless barriers at this moment. The surrounding light and shadows were also changing rapidly, and then countless black threads appeared.
These threads extended from every point on the earth’s surface, as if the world had grown a thick coat of fuzz. They continued to stretch beyond the world, all the way into a vast river of stars.
The next moment, Yang An’s entire vision was filled by an immense, terrifying planet. He felt as insignificant as a speck of dust before this colossal sphere.
The threads connected to the planet, and they now looked like blood vessels, greedily absorbing something from this world.
Yang An was right at the point where the two worlds were about to converge. It felt as if he would be crushed into dust by the collision of the two giant spheres in the next instant. A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him, and his body trembled uncontrollably as intense fear bloomed in his mind.
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A large mouthful of blood mixed with something like stomach acid spewed uncontrollably from Yang An’s mouth. His stomach churned violently, and he felt utterly wretched.
"What’s wrong with you, you little brat?!"
Bow Lady’s voice reached Yang An’s ears very faintly, as if through countless barriers, sounding like the buzzing of a mosquito.
Yang An had no strength to answer her question.
With a THUD, he fell backward onto the ground. Everything he had seen vanished, and he was left gasping for fresh air, his body completely drained of strength.
He didn’t know how much time had passed. When he finally felt less miserable and his mind began to clear, Yang An let out a long breath.
Only then did he realize his clothes were soaked through, and his head and face were covered in beads of sweat.
A light breeze blew past, making him shiver involuntarily.
This was the first time he had felt such a profound sense of powerlessness and despair. Before that massive world, before the impending collision of two worlds, caught in the gap between them, he was less than an ant.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the ground, feeling an indescribable soreness in them.
Bow Lady’s anxious voice was still calling out to him, but Yang An didn’t know how to describe what he had seen to her. It was something an ordinary person of this world could not possibly understand.
"I’m fine..."
he could only respond weakly.
Although he didn’t know why this had happened, the result was good. At least he could confirm that the anomaly at Sansong Mountain corresponded with one of the paths to escape this world that the Workshop Master had mentioned.
Those things he saw, which looked like threads and blood vessels, were not only pulling another world over but were also absorbing some unknown energy from this one.
If what the Workshop Master said was true, then this was undoubtedly the work of the Central Continent.
But what Yang An couldn’t figure out was, if the Central Continent was already sealed off, how could it have a connection to Sansong Mountain?
’And... why choose Sansong Mountain?’
He had found a highly probable answer, but instead of resolving his confusion, it only raised more questions.
If his guess was correct, the source of all this—the reason it was Sansong Mountain—was because of Pan Yu.
If he remembered correctly, her senior brother, Pan Shi, had once told him about the Cultivation Technique Pan Yu practiced.
It was a secret technique from Sansong Mountain, a fragment of an ancient cultivation manual—the third of the seven volumes of the *Charming Record*, titled the *Micro Dream Scripture*.
The price of practicing this Cultivation Technique was entering an illusion, which allowed Pan Yu to see things from another world.
And that so-called Illusion Realm, Yang An had been fortunate enough to enter it once when Pan Yu was trapped inside during her breakthrough.
At the time, if he hadn’t known it was an Illusion Realm, Yang An would have even thought it was the real, modern world, because everything was so realistic.
But after witnessing the scene just now, Yang An couldn’t help but fall into deep thought once more.
’Is that world real or fake?’
As a modern person who had transmigrated, he was of course perfectly clear on what his original world looked like.
But what he saw just now through the winged eye... because he was so close, he felt like he could be crushed at any moment. In that situation, he couldn’t get a full view of that world.
If he were to try again now, he wouldn’t dare take the risk.
Yang An had reason to believe that if he saw that image again, his mind would completely collapse in an instant.
’It’s hard to imagine... if the Central Continent’s path succeeds, what kind of scene will unfold when the other world arrives?’
’This world is already collapsing. Will that be the most terrifying apocalypse?’
’Will only the strongest in this world be able to escape, while all other living beings are sacrificed?’
When the world-ending flood comes, there is Noah’s Ark, but the only ones who can board are the "seeds" of this world.
And now that he had confirmed that this was very likely the Central Continent’s path, Yang An had one more choice to face.
But without a doubt, if he didn’t have enough strength, all three paths would be closed to him.
If he wanted to become one of the seeds, he had to prove his worth to be one of those who could board the ark.
No matter which ark it was.
That was all he could see, and those were all the clues he could get. After waiting for a few more hours, he felt himself recovering. At the same time, Yang An noticed that the area covered by Sansong Mountain had expanded outwards a tiny bit more.
It was an insignificant amount, but it touched a tree that hadn’t been touched before. The tree was right here, yet it was now in two different worlds.
’The flood and the ark... which will arrive first?’
It was impossible to know.
Yang An took a deep breath. There wasn’t much time left. He had originally thought about going to see the State Territory that the Workshop Master said had been devoured by an unknown entity. A glance from afar might have given him a better sense of things, but now it seemed he wouldn’t be able to get there.
The sense of crisis in his heart grew stronger. He was glad he had made the timely decision to stop being an undercover agent. If he had remained passive, he would have sooner or later died in the coming crisis, becoming nothing but cannon fodder.
...
Several hours later, when the tree had completely passed to the other side of the barrier—clearly right in front of him, yet seeming incredibly distant and illusory—Yang An forcibly activated his Magical Artifact and left the area.
He took one last look at Sansong Mountain from a great distance. He couldn’t see it clearly, nor could he see anyone inside. The Sansong Mountain that once looked like a Righteous Sect was now utterly silent and dead.
’I need to set a goal. I’ll go to the Central Continent. All the answers are probably there!’
’But first, I have to get out of the Treasure Temple Domain!’
’And then there’s the Mystic Path Sect. I don’t care about the sect, but Junior Sister Wen Yin is still there...’
If Yang An remembered correctly, Fu Ming had said that You Hong’er and Wen Yin were special. They were some kind of experiment by that old geezer, Life Crane, possibly related to the Xian Origin Land.
