Chapter 122

Boom!!!

Takahashi and the others could never have anticipated it, could never have imagined it.

The faint divine aura emanating invisibly from each corpse, as each skeleton was unearthed, triggered resonant echoes among them.

At first it was manageable, but when one hundred thousand corpses were excavated, the resonance of divine aura reached a terrifying scale—quantitative change became qualitative transformation.

As if reaching a point where heaven and earth could no longer bear it, the divine aura erupted completely, triggering cataclysmic upheaval.

"What is that?!"

Someone shouted, staring at the sky.

The azure heavens had, at some point, grown hazy, blurred, desolate.

Though it was broad daylight, the clouds and sun above appeared blurred; even more astonishingly, they saw stars—stars only visible at night—and unlike the clouds and sun, these stars and the silver river of the Milky Way were strikingly clear.

It wasn't just the heavens—the ground beneath their feet was the same!

The soil, plants, people, houses—all had grown hazy, blurred, desolate…

As if something had shrouded this entire realm in dust, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth, muddling day and night, the alternation of sun and moon, chaoticizing this world.

"Kill!!"

Shouts of battle, unceasing, surged like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

At this moment, everyone in this place heard a voice echoing through heaven and earth.

Spears and halberds intertwined, iron steeds galloped, clangorous battle cries surged through heaven and earth, solemnizing hearts, terrifying all mortals.

Each of Takahashi and the others trembled—the voice came from all directions of this realm, as if they were already surrounded, as if the Nine Heavens above and the Azure Abyss below would soon unleash countless divine soldiers and spectral generals to descend upon the mortal world, trampling this dusty realm.

Looking again at the hazy, misty scene before them, their eyes changed abruptly—they saw scenes that flickered between clarity and blur.

Countless armored warriors surged forth from the distant horizon where heaven met earth, appearing in this place like celestial troops—each one immensely powerful, spears and steeds clashing, divine aura radiating, layer upon layer, shaking countless mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, startling heaven and earth.

Extraordinary corpses!!

Takahashi's hair stood on end, every hair on his body bristled—he caught a fleeting glimpse of the nearby piles of golden bones and jade skeletons, and the scattered, broken swords, spears, arrows, and helmets.

Identical! The armor and weapons worn by the warriors in the sky were nearly identical to those unearthed.

The unearthed swords, spears, and helmets were battered and broken, lacking the sharp brilliance of those in the sky—but the fierce battle intent and divine aura they emitted were utterly identical.

It could be confirmed: the warriors in the sky, like celestial troops, were these unearthed extraordinary corpses.

A rough count revealed at least one hundred thousand warriors in the sky, densely packed, their battle intent splitting the heavens.

"Ahh!!!"

Everyone's hearts trembled in terror—the warriors raised swords, spears, and halberds, their might like celestial troops descending, their razor-sharp blades blazing with lethal radiance, terrifying people so thoroughly that their souls fled, convinced these suddenly appearing warriors meant to slaughter them all.

The next instant.

A startling scene appeared.

In this place where heaven and earth's boundaries had blurred, the warriors charged forward on spears and steeds—but when they reached the people, they passed through like ripples in water, like reflections in a film, trembling violently, passing straight through every person without harm, as if these utterly real warriors did not exist.

In an instant.

They understood.

What they saw was not real.

But the warriors were real—only they had not existed in the present, but in the past.

This was the divine aura emitted by the one hundred thousand unearthed extraordinary corpses, triggering the heavenly and earthly imprints, replaying the past events that had once occurred on this land.

Like a natural carving of heaven and earth—something unimaginably extraordinary had happened here, so extraordinary that heaven and earth had etched it into memory; now, the divine aura of one hundred thousand corpses had activated this imprint, forcing heaven and earth to replay the unimaginable event.

And thus, this terrifying scene now unfolded.

"Heian Period!! These are Heian Period soldier uniforms!!"

Suddenly, Professor Beishan, the historian who had come with them, shouted.

His eyes widened enormously as he carefully observed the warriors rushing past him—both real and illusory—and recognized their armor as identical to Heian Period soldier uniforms.

"Professor Beishan, are you sure you're not still asleep?"

Takahashi and the others nearly suffered heart attacks from Beishan's words.

These warriors before them were no ordinary men—each radiated awe-inspiring might, divine aura blazing, all extraordinary beings—how could they possibly be Heian Period soldiers? They'd believe the warriors were celestial troops before they'd believe this.

Yet.

Professor Beishan was utterly certain despite their doubts: "I'm wide awake—these are definitely Heian Period soldier uniforms!"

His voice rose in excitement, nearly roaring.

Everyone froze, pupils dilating impossibly wide.

"Professor Beishan! Are you absolutely sure you didn't misread?!"

Takahashi and the others could not believe Beishan's words—they felt they were hallucinating, repeatedly verifying his statement, and only after receiving confirmation again and again, until Beishan was ready to bang his head against a pillar to prove himself, did they finally accept he was not lying.

The shock was too immense—they had to verify it again and again.

At the same moment, in Miyagi Nao's livestream, viewers also recognized the warriors' uniforms and sent shocked comments.

At this moment.

Countless people stood frozen, goosebumps rising across their entire bodies, their will, minds, and souls trembling in terror.

Warriors dressed in Heian Period soldier uniforms—what did that mean? Even a fool would understand.

The warriors came from the Heian Period—they were Heian Period soldiers, and Heian Period soldiers were… extraordinary!

Miyagi Nao breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling, nearly moaning: "Were all Heian Period soldiers extraordinary?! How is that possible? Did ancient times not resemble what we thought at all?"

Everyone in this place was thinking the same thought.

Events like Yunhu and Higashio Ku—people knew that demons and extraordinary beings were real; they had assumed that in ancient times, extraordinary beings and demons had once interacted with this world.

But they had only thought extraordinary beings existed in ancient shrines and temples—only in shrines and temples—and never imagined extraordinary beings were commonplace, even in ancient times.

Why? Because extraordinary beings were powerful, lofty, distant—how could they be everywhere? Only a select few could ever become extraordinary.

Now it seemed they had been wrong—gravely, outrageously wrong.

The ancient era was not what they had imagined; the true ancient era surpassed all expectation. Transcendence was no exception, no detachment from the mortal world—transcendence was as common as worldly affairs, woven into the world itself, ordinary! commonplace!

"Just what kind of era was the ancient era, in the end?"

Director Takahashi muttered to himself, as if asking someone, as if asking himself, but his tone held no question—seemingly he had long possessed the answer, yet because that answer was too terrifying, he could not help but ask aloud.

The ancient era was not as imagined—an ordinary mortal world existing side by side with transcendence.

It was an extraordinary Transcendent world!

A world where everyone cultivated transcendence, much like a xuanhuan novel.

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