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Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251 Human
Bang!
This time, what descended was not a beast nor a storm of fire, but a colossal fortress suspended in the sky.
It was vast beyond comprehension, a floating monolith forged from something darker than night itself.
Its surface was pure black, smooth and impenetrable, swallowing the light around it as though even radiance feared to touch it.
From it emanated a terrifying spiritual pressure.
The moment it appeared, the atmosphere of the entire planet shifted. The wind stilled.
The clouds scattered.
A suffocating weight pressed down upon every living being as if an invisible hand had placed the world beneath a mountain.
People dropped to their knees.
Some screamed. Others could not even muster the strength to make a sound.
The temperature seemed to plummet.
A deep, dreary cold seeped into bones and marrow alike. Even the bravest among humanity felt their hearts shrink in fear.
And yet, before anyone could adjust to this new horror, the sky split again.
Another presence emerged.
Then a third.
Boom!
An enormous eye opened high above the atmosphere, so massive that it dwarfed the tallest skyscrapers ever built.
Its iris shimmered with shifting colors unknown to mankind, swirling like galaxies collapsing inward.
Its pupil was an abyss, bottomless and merciless.
It did not blink.
It simply stared.
The fortress, the eye, and the third looming golden flying boat were positioned far apart across the sky, yet something defied all logic.
Distance meant nothing. Perspective meant nothing.
Every surviving human on Earth could see them clearly, as though they hovered directly overhead.
Even those hiding in underground bunkers.
Even those buried deep within caves miles beneath the surface.
The vision pierced through stone and steel alike, forcing the heavens into the sight of every living being.
No one could escape witnessing it.
The world trembled.
“What are those things?” someone shouted from a crumbling rooftop.
“Are we saved?” another cried, clinging desperately to hope.
“I don’t think so,” a man whispered hoarsely. “Those don’t look like saviors. They look like something far worse. Like predators who just noticed us.”
Panic spread like wildfire.
Cities already reduced to rubble fell silent.
Survivors who had endured waves of catastrophe now felt the last remnants of their courage unravel.
Parents clutched their children. Soldiers lowered their weapons.
Leaders found themselves with no orders left to give.
Some prayed.
Some cursed.
Some laughed hysterically at the absurdity of it all.
High above, the giant black fortress remained motionless, imposing and eternal.
The enormous eye continued its silent examination.
The flying boat pulsed faintly with a golden energy that made the atmosphere ripple around it.
“A living World Heart… I can’t believe I’m seeing one in my lifetime.”
The beautiful woman’s voice was soft, almost reverent, yet it carried clearly across the trembling heavens.
In her luminous eyes flickered the shadows of countless eras rising and falling—civilizations born, empires reduced to dust.
Though her face was youthful and flawless, the ancient weight of time rested within her gaze.
She stood upon a resplendent golden flying boat that blazed like a second sun.
Divine light cascaded from its hull, illuminating half the sky in radiant splendor.
“Indeed,” another voice responded, calm and cold. “And this World Heart will belong to us.”
A tall figure stepped forward from within a dark temple suspended among storm clouds.
The structure loomed ominously in the sky, wreathed in black lightning.
His robes fluttered in the violent winds, his expression indifferent, as if the fate of the world beneath his feet meant nothing more than a passing breeze.
“You two are dreaming.”
The third voice was hoarse and ancient.
A small, hunched old man appeared between them, leaning upon a long, weathered staff.
Though his frame was frail, the space around him warped subtly, as if unable to bear his presence.
His cloudy eyes gleamed with terrifying sharpness.
“You’ll have to die first before you can claim this World Heart.”
A tense silence fell.
Then…
“I suppose we shall find out soon enough.”
A burst of laughter shattered the stillness.
“Hahaha!”
In the next instant, the heavens erupted.
Explosions tore across the sky like blooming stars of destruction.
Golden light collided with black thunder; ancient runes ignited and shattered; space itself cracked like fragile glass.
The shockwaves rippled outward, shaking mountains into rubble and turning seas into towering walls of fury.
The three supreme beings clashed, each strike capable of overturning continents.
But they were not alone.
From the golden flying boat and the dark temple, countless figures poured forth like locusts.
Warships descended.
Armored cultivators streaked through the air.
Beasts of war roared as they plunged toward the trembling earth below.
“Find the World Heart!”
“Kill anyone who dares to interfere!”
The command echoed across the world like a divine decree.
Battles ignited everywhere. Cities were reduced to dust in moments. Forests burned.
Oceans split apart.
The very crust of the planet cracked under the unimaginable pressure of their war.
The scale of destruction defied comprehension.
The earth groaned.
The sky screamed.
And somewhere deep within the world’s core, the living Heart pulsed—once… twice… as if sensing that its fate was about to be decided by blood and fire.
***
While the heavens shattered and the three supreme powers clashed in cataclysmic fury, not everyone chose to stand beneath that apocalyptic light.
Deep beneath the earth—far below the trembling mountains and collapsing cities—someone had already hidden himself the moment those terrifying auras descended upon the world.
Cyrus Thorn.
The instant the three overlords revealed themselves, he had burrowed underground without hesitation, sealing his presence, suppressing his aura, and concealing even the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Below, in the suffocating darkness of stone and soil, Cyrus remained perfectly still.
Then—
“Huh?”
Cyrus narrowed his eyes.
Even through layers of compacted earth and shattered ley lines, he heard it.
A voice.
It did not echo through the air. It did not tremble through the ground.
It spoke directly into his mind.
Cold.
Commanding.
Ancient.
“It’s time to make yourself useful, slave.”
Cyrus’ pupils shrank.
That voice.
He hadn’t heard it in a long time.