Chapter 1245

This vast, boundless starry sky, containing endless mysteries, began its heart-stirring collapse.

Every moment seemed like a shocking painting drawn with ultimate destruction, visually impacting every possible perception.

And if one were to slow down the speed of its collapse, one could see that at the beginning, at the edge of this starry sky that seemed infinitely far away, a trace of a golden thread appeared quietly.

It was like a tiny slit inadvertently cut into a dark canvas.

It looked inconspicuous, yet carried an indescribable aura of danger.

It was the concept of the Old God Venerable.

It was also the guidance of the gaze of the Upper Desolation.

And in the blink of an eye, these golden threads became more and more numerous, spreading at a crazy speed like a greedy giant net, expanding rapidly in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the originally calm starry sky was like a lake surface into which a giant stone had been thrown, rippling with layers of distortion.

The ripples spread out in circles, carrying a strangeness that distorted reality, causing the light of the stars to follow suit and become distorted and deformed.

Immediately afterward, those stars embedded in the black curtain of the universe like jewels began their tragic dance of shattering.

Giant suns, which usually looked like scorching furnaces in the universe, emitting endless light and heat, were now like being hit hard by an invisible giant hammer.

First, the outer shell burst open violently, and the fiery red flames, like angry wild dragons breaking free from their shackles, rushed toward all directions.

The color of the flames was blindingly red, red as if it were going to burn the entire universe to ashes.

Amidst these surging waves of fire, the surrounding planets were instantly vaporized, leaving not even a trace of residue, turning only into wisps of distorted light and shadow, dissipating in the chaotic energy flow.

And the core of the sun was subsequently crushed hard under an irresistible force, turning into countless fragments flashing with bizarre light.

Shooting toward even farther places.

Every grain of these fragments seemed to contain the sun's final unwillingness; they drew long, distorted trajectories in the darkness, like sharp swords, cutting the starry sky into pieces.

As if wanting to tear deeper wounds into this endless void, and as if writing a tragic epic of the universe's collapse.

At the same time, the starry sky, which was originally as vast as black silk inlaid with billions of diamonds, was now suffering the most brutal ravaging.

Large swaths of stars shattered one after another.

The brilliant light that shone out intertwined into a blinding curtain of light, spreading in all directions with the momentum of a landslide; wherever it reached, space was burned into chaos.

The originally clearly visible outlines of stars and shapes of galaxies were all submerged in this purgatory scene where light and darkness were crazily intertwined and torn.

Every eruption of strong light was like the universe screaming in despair, trying to use this final brilliance to resist the coming nothingness.

Galaxies did not escape either.

Countless galaxies, and even star regions, which once looked like brilliant islands scattered in the boundless sea of darkness, maintaining a mysterious and harmonious order, were now like fragile sandcastles, rapidly disintegrating under the surging tide.

The spiral arms broke, the stars scattered, and the structure of the entire galaxy was completely destroyed.

This endless starry sky, in a short period of time, completely fell into a chaotic ruin!

All the stars had shattered, and the light gradually dimmed and extinguished, leaving only endless darkness spreading wantonly, as if to completely swallow every trace that had ever existed.

Although in this darkness, a faint, seemingly unwilling light would occasionally flash, that was only the final lingering charm of the starry sky's collapse.

A flash in the pan.

It was soon submerged by the increasingly thick nothingness, leaving only dead silence.

Nothing existed anymore.

And all this happened in just a few breaths; this vast starry sky had completed its life.

Along with the Old God Venerable within it, under the gaze of the Upper Desolation, it became nothingness.

All the universes, all the stars, all living beings within it, were just like the Wushuang City of the past.

Turned into nothing.

Only the final wisp of the Old God Venerable's thought, under the wailing of the Fifth Star Ring's destiny, echoed indifferently.

"Immortal Venerable, I cannot defeat you, but don't think you can win either!"

This thought was branded into the destiny of the Fifth Star Ring, becoming an indelible rule, trembling the threads of the laws.

Eternal and never-fading.

The God Venerable had fallen!

At this moment, the supreme status of the entire Upper Star Ring felt intense ripples in their divine souls.

And the one with the greatest ripples was the Ninth Star Ring!

In the east of its star ring, the sleeping giant beast opened its giant golden eyes.

In the north of the star ring, the flowing golden mother river churned, and on the lotus flowers blooming within it, countless figures were trembling.

In the south of the star ring, inside the astonishing black tower standing there, a candle flame seemed to be lit.

And in the west of the star ring, the terrifying paper figure sitting cross-legged there licked its lips and looked toward Wanggu.

And on the Wanggu Continent, the eye opened by the Upper Desolation slowly closed.

A long time later.

Within the Fifth Star Ring, in the starry sky, a figure walked out from the nothingness.

This figure was an old man, wearing straw sandals, with a tall body and a golden mouse lying on his shoulder.

He was precisely the Immortal Venerable of the Fifth Star Ring.

At this moment, his figure walked over silently and finally stood before the astonishingly large nothingness where the God Venerable had died.

Standing at the edge, he looked up at the endless nothingness before him, sensing the rich aura of the Upper Desolation within.

The old man was silent.

He knew that from now on, the Fifth Star Ring would be eternally missing thirty percent; its ring... would no longer be complete.

And, every time the main body of the Upper Desolation opened its eyes, the lingering light would also spread from here.

The Fifth Star Ring was thoroughly contaminated with karma.

"This is the price of borrowing the Upper Desolation; you clearly could have chosen not to lead Xu Qing and the other one to where it was."

Beside the Immortal Venerable, Master Bai's figure walked out and spoke softly.

The Immortal Venerable was silent.

After a long while, his voice, permeated with age, rose and fell in all directions.

It seemed to be to himself, to Master Bai, and even more so to all the God Venerables of the Upper Rings at this moment.

"Do you still remember the words the Upper Desolation spread throughout the Upper Rings when it failed to ascend to godhood?"

"Destiny can be broken, but fixed numbers must be obeyed..."

"So you tell me, is it possible that it didn't fail to ascend as the outside world judged, but... everything after that was actually just the process of its ascension."

After speaking, the Immortal Venerable's figure dissipated.

All the supreme beings of the Upper Star Ring were silent.

Master Bai was the same; after a long while, he sighed softly and looked toward the Fourth Star Ring, where Xu Qing had disappeared.

Time passed slowly like this.

In the blink of an eye, five years passed.

Only three years remained until the return Xu Qing had set for himself.

And he had not yet returned.

As for the Fourth Star Ring, in these five years, the changes were not small.

The area of the gods had been confined to a very small range; as for the outside world... with the immortal spirit aura released by each supply star, and with the spread of the Fifth Star Ring's destiny, more and more cultivators had migrated to live in the Fourth Star Ring.

Immortal Lord Mieming had returned to the Fifth Star Ring to sit in command and take turns on duty.

Other Immortal Lords had also mostly returned.

Only Master Bai, in these five years, had always sat at the place where Xu Qing disappeared, waiting there silently.

And all living beings, in these five years, had also changed quite a bit.

Most of them would, during their cultivation, occasionally have the lingering sound of the God Venerable that echoed five years ago appear in their minds.

"Immortal Venerable, I cannot defeat you, but don't think you can win either!"