Most people upon entering the spirit world ark were reincarnated, losing their memories, and starting a new life.

It takes cultivating to a certain degree to awaken past life wisdom.

At this moment, they felt surprise, terror, and shock towards the outside world.

The elderly man was quite pleased with everyone's astonishment, feeling an inexplicable pride:

"Don't be too surprised. The first time I came beyond the heavens, I also found it scary! Back then, the Blessing God had actually reached the terrifying sea of Chaos outside!"

Someone opened their mouth: "Why can't we speak here?"

Of course, you can't speak here.

The silent Wind Disaster is not a joke.

The elderly man said: "This is a characteristic of the sea of Chaos; the greatest sound is barely a whisper, sound waves can't transmit, and most energies are neutralized—we communicate through divine thought."

Everyone did feel that their mana was stagnant and difficult to operate.

As if something was constantly suppressing, absorbing, and transforming it, turning it into a part of this sea of Chaos.

"Is it really like this?"

Someone exclaimed even more, "Below us, the chaos ocean, with its rolling waves, has an inexplicable and terrifying corrosive power. The distant gusts are even more violent. The Blessing God, when setting foot here, must have faced immense danger."

At this moment, someone asked curiously, "What civilization is this below our feet?"

The elderly man revealed a trace of terror and dread, lowered his head, looking at the chaos sea below, and said: "Beneath the sea of Chaos, once existed a super era of extreme prosperity. Their territory was 1,300,000 times the size of our spirit world!"

"How is that possible? The sea of Chaos is that vast?"

"That's impossible!"

"Do you know how exaggerated the number 1,300,000 is?"

"Our spirit world, in the sea of Chaos, is truly this insignificant?"

The crowd couldn't help but discuss animatedly.

In other words, during the pinnacle of the sea of Chaos, could there have been as many as 1,300,000 civilizations the size of the spirit world?

Dazzling like the stars?

And how were such civilizations destroyed in one go?

Thinking in detail is frightening, and some timid cultivators already felt covered by an invisible suffocating atmosphere.

The elderly man didn't care about them; every time he brought young people out, they would show such shocked expressions.

"They were destroyed due to corruption, darkness, and ruthless tyranny," the elderly man smiled.

"Who destroyed them?" Someone felt goosebumps rise: "The sea of Chaos, clearly so vast, can a mere life extinguish it?"

"That's not something you need to know now; that supreme existence is not something we can describe," the elderly man said, "I brought you out to protect the spirit world."

The elderly man's expression was worried, "The spirit world, floating in the sea of Chaos, is too dangerous."

How could the crowd not see the fear in it?

This spirit world seemed like a lone leaf boat.

Floating adrift in the surging sea of Chaos, fearing a moment's carelessness would overturn it, sinking under the waves!

Would our spirit world then not sink into those ruin cities, becoming one such wasteland city?

No!

Perhaps there have long been world after world similar to the spirit world, sinking into these ruin cities, becoming one of them?

This once-native crowd, now seeing the outside world, only felt infinitely small.

"Protecting the spirit world is our responsibility!" A young person immediately said, "How should we protect it?"

"The flood is fierce, and there are Wind Disasters," the elderly man pointed to the distance, "Look, another new disaster is coming near, we must let the spirit world continue to evade!"

At this time, a Light Disaster approached from afar.

They were light spots like fireflies, as if a splendid galaxy hovering on the surface, sometimes diving into the bottom and resurfacing.

"Isn't that the so-called Light Disaster, how do we avoid it?" Several young people were very surprised.

"Of course, we must dodge it, simply bypass it—who knows what terrible effects that thing can have?"

"Got it!"

"Hold on, it's said that in the old days, a civilization provoked that one, and he likewise sent down a great flood, which lasted for thirty whole days before receding."

"Maybe we just need to hold on for thirty days too?" Someone kindled a glimmer of hope.

Thirty days, it doesn't seem long.

By then, when the sea of Chaos recedes, shall we be safe?

"I don't know," the elderly man shook his head, not daring to guarantee, simply saying:

"In any case, once the great flood ends, we'll take the seeds from the ship, the Mountain and Sea Strange Beasts, Divine Mountain Immortal Peaks, and rebuild civilization."

These cultivators were shook and apprehensive in their hearts, yet filled with a bit of yearning, starting to help the Pure Yang True Immortal and Black Heaven, controlling the spirit world's direction, becoming sailors on the deck.

They traversed past the Wind Disaster, the Light Disaster, and continued navigating the tumultuous waves.

By this time, they arrived at an entirely new area.

Through observing the stars, they confirmed they had reached the ruins of Black Rabbit Clothing's headquarters city.

After some discussion, they decided to salvage some resources from the ruins here.

Someone picked up a fishing rod, someone donned a protective suit to dive, someone used mana to salvage mecha from below, cars...

"Ah, is this the technology of old civilization?"

"Quite strange indeed."

"What is that?"

"I don't know."

After completing a wave of supply reinforcement, they continued to navigate.

They were very curious about the old civilization; machinery, oil, electricity, seemed to somehow align with their era's Immortal Path?

Strange, truly strange indeed.

So the previous civilization's beings, where did they go? Have they all perished?

They were infinitely curious, yet little did they know that they themselves were the reincarnations of the beings of the old civilization.

"Wait! What's that?"

"That's not a wave?"

"Quick, dodge!"

On the eighth day of their voyage, their journey, which had been smooth sailing thus far, suddenly became extremely cautious when they discovered something wrong with the ocean ahead.

"That's a sand wave!"

"Strictly speaking, it's a stone disaster."

Unfortunately, they were already too late to avoid it—they were fiercely drawn into the whirlpool of the sand sea, spinning rapidly, ceaselessly sinking.

"It's over!"

"Are we to be buried in the sand?"

"Are we becoming part of those ruin cities?"

Countless desperate thoughts echoed within their hearts.

"Open!"

The Pure Yang True Immortal stepped forward, wielding his sword.

Heaven Opening!

The sand and stones were sliced apart.

But it still couldn't stop the downward plunge.

Even this Pure Yang True Immortal was powerless; he couldn't lift the stone ship trapped in Divine Quicksand.

Landslides are inherently difficult to exert force.

Not to mention the Stone Disaster.

Even Liu Jun, observing from the shadows, slightly frowned: "This disaster seems larger than imagined."

"In the Magic Era, natural disasters pose threats to fourth-tier powerhouses, but here I've linked several disasters together, and even someone at Pure Yang True Immortal's level is finding it hard to withstand."

Liu Jun casually glanced at them.

Assessing the changes of this era.

In front of him was an experimental sandbox; even he didn't know where this would lead.

Because he spread his plans a bit too broadly.

"Humanity cannot just be wiped out; in my planned future, stone ships will become the seeds of a new era."

While Liu Jun was contemplating whether to lend them a hand, the quicksand seemed to have slipped into some underground hollow.

Boom!

A flat square ship fell like a waterfall of quicksand.

Countless sands struck the Spirit Realm's world shield, sliding down along the waterfall, as if entering a rugged subterranean river course.

"How could there be such a large underground hollow?"

"Yes, it's too large."

"Everyone, there's only one possibility: Fire Disaster."

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, the Fire Disaster melted the underground, forming caverns.

Meaning he was not far from the next disaster, the Fire Disaster?

This disaster was the most lethal of all!

Other disasters were manageable, but if the Fire Disaster arrived, could they survive?

The entire Spirit Realm would be burned, leaving no remains.

Like garbage falling into an incineration plant.

"A change must be made."

"Ladies and gentlemen, begin to change the course!"

"Okay! First, figure out how to stop the course."

After several struggles, they finally managed to halt the course.

Black Heaven and the Pure Yang True Immortal joined forces again, transforming into an Immortal God, using the immense power of the Public Sea of Consciousness, absorbing enormous energy, and finally lifted this continent, wedged against an underground layer of rock.

"Where do we go next?"

"I don't know, just keep fleeing! Thirty days, already halfway through."

"Is it really only thirty days?"

"We can only pray to end after thirty days."

Black Heaven and Pure Yang True Immortal never thought their painstakingly accumulated trump cards would be used to withstand the Judgment Day of the great flood.

Almost didn't withstand it.

The cosmic forces formed a terrifying chain scale.

"Keep moving forward?"

"Continue!"

"Which way?"

"Upwards, create staircases back to the coast."

Everyone deeply agreed with this; after the Divine Disaster erupted, the underground was simply too ridiculous.

The surface flood area was comparatively safer!

But, three days later, they saw other strange phenomena.

Metal Disaster!

Terrifying metals exuded infinite sharpness, refining into veins underground.

They clearly saw the soil transforming under the power of Transformation, the soil turning into metal, metals converging into golden mountain ranges.

They felt goosebumps rise.

"Quickly let the Spirit Realm change its path! Can't get close!"

At this moment, all humans felt how weak they were in front of the Divine Disaster.

This was the mighty force to change nature.

And it continued to evolve; the world was rapidly becoming strange.

Wind, fire, thunder, water... all restructured under Transformation, evolving in a way no one could predict as time passed.

"Keep moving forward."

"Alright."

They continued forward, suddenly climbing, discovering a strange elongated black metal blocking their way.

"What is this? Another Metal Disaster?"

But soon, they reported, "No, based on inspection, this is Wood Disaster!"

"Isn't it time to avoid quickly?"

Many people had developed stress reactions facing the Divine Disaster, fearing to the extreme.

"No, this is the Wood Disaster, maybe it's a tree."

"Tree?"

"You mean?"

"Yes, it appears similar to the structure of the Cangwu Tree."

"We've reached beneath the Cangwu Tree? No, you're saying the Cangwu Tree is triggering the Wood Disaster?"

"Yes, even so, I think we can climb up, follow the tree, reach the Cangwu Tree, perhaps under the protection of the Longevity Divine Spirit, we can better avoid the last days of the great flood!"

"Alright!"

They began to climb upwards.

Some cultivators were puzzled, only hearing the elder quietly explain: "Up in the tree resides an eternal being of equal stature to the one of Destruction."

Everyone was filled with expectation and yearning.

Dwelling on the Chaos Sea's Ancient Cangwu Tree, a being as powerful as Destruction?

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