Chapter 150

"Overestimating your capabilities!" Sunday snorted coldly, his figure flashing, instantly disappearing from where he was.

The next moment, he appeared before Hearing Jing Yuan, the black blade in his hand carrying the power to tear space, slashing fiercely at Hearing Jing Yuan's neck.

Hearing Jing Yuan "340" had been prepared, the long spear in his hand shaking, turning into a golden lightning bolt, meeting Sunday's blade.

Clang!

A deafening sound of metal collision rang out, two powerful forces colliding together, setting off a violent wave of air, spreading outward.

The space of the Time Theater trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Such strong power!" Hearing Jing Yuan was shocked in his heart; this Sunday's power was far stronger than he had imagined.

"Is this all the ability you have?" Sunday sneered, the blade in his hand waving again, launching a storm-like attack toward Hearing Jing Yuan.

Hearing Jing Yuan did not dare to be negligent, the long spear in his hand turning into golden afterimages, trying his best to block Sunday's attacks.

For a time, the two fought together, the Time Theater filled with sword light and shadows, golden light and black lightning intertwined, forming spectacular scenes.

"General, we'll help you!" Seeing Yanqing, March 7th, and Stelle also joined the battle, but their attacks were like a breeze to Sunday, unable to cause him any damage at all.

"You all step back, leave this to me!" Hearing Jing Yuan shouted, the long spear in his hand shaking fiercely, forcing Sunday back several steps, "You are not his match!"

"But..." Seeing Yanqing still wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look from Hearing Jing Yuan.

"This is an order!"

Hearing Jing Yuan's voice was unquestionable.

Seeing Yanqing, March 7th, and Stelle had no choice but to retreat to the side, anxiously watching this earth-shattering battle before them.

"Good, very good!" Sunday looked at Hearing Jing Yuan before him, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes, "You really have some ability, no wonder you can become the General of the Luofu Xianzhou! However, you think you can defeat me like this? You are too naive!"

Sunday said, putting his hands together, chanting something in his mouth.

On the dome of the Time Theater, that vast starry sky suddenly began to rotate violently, forming a huge vortex.

"I admit, your strength is very strong, but you are ultimately just a mortal! And I, am the master of this dreamscape! I will control the power of time and imprison you forever in this void!"

"Oh no, he is going to..." Hearing Jing Yuan's face changed drastically.

"Hahaha, it's too late to regret now!" Sunday laughed wildly, his hands pushing fiercely.

That deep darkness instantly swallowed Hearing Jing Yuan...

Hearing Jing Yuan felt as if he had been grabbed by an invisible giant hand and dragged into an endless dark abyss. The time around him seemed to have stopped, or seemed to have been infinitely stretched, twisted into strange fragments, flashing rapidly before his eyes.

In those time fragments, there were scenes of him practicing martial arts on the Luofu Xianzhou as a child, scenes of him talking with his master by candlelight, and his heroic posture leading the Cloud Knights to conquer the battlefield... scenes of familiar memories flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern, making him feel dazed.

"Is this... the end of time?" Hearing Jing Yuan murmured to himself, a sense of powerlessness surging in his heart.

He tried to mobilize the star power in his body, but discovered that his connection with the Aeon had been completely cut off. In this dreamscape controlled by Sunday, he was like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out, possessing great skills but nowhere to display them.

"No, I cannot give up!" Hearing Jing Yuan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, the intense pain making him wake up instantly, "I still have people to protect, I still have missions uncompleted, I cannot admit defeat like this!"

He endured the waves of weakness coming from his body, trying hard to open his eyes, wanting to see the environment around him clearly.

However, what was presented before his eyes was chaos.

There was no distinction between up, down, left, and right here, no concept of time and space, only a gray mist and countless stars flickering with faint light.

Those stars were big and small, bright and dark, distributed chaotically in this chaos, as if they were fragments of a broken mirror, reflecting light from unknown sources.

"Where... is this?" Hearing Jing Yuan supported his body, slowly stood up, and vigilantly looked at the environment around him.

"This is the crack of time, the boundary between reality and the dreamscape, a forgotten corner..." An ethereal voice rang in Hearing Jing Yuan's ear, carrying a hint of faint sorrow, "You are lost here, brave warrior..."

"Who are you?" Hearing Jing Yuan looked in the direction of the voice, but saw nothing.

"Me? I am just a poor wretch imprisoned here..." The voice said gloomily, "I can no longer remember who I am, where I came from, and where I am going..."

"Imprisoned?" Hearing Jing Yuan's heart moved, and he asked, "Who imprisoned you here?"

"It is time, it is fate, it is... him..." The voice was filled with resentment and despair, "It was he who trapped me in this dark place, making me endure endless torture forever..."

"Him? Who is he?" Hearing Jing Yuan asked.

"He... he is..." The voice seemed to be hesitating; after a moment, it said slowly, "He is... the controller of time, the weaver of the dreamscape, the terminator of all things..."

"The controller of time? The weaver of the dreamscape? The terminator of all things?" Hearing Jing Yuan frowned, and a name suddenly flashed in his mind, "Could it be... are you talking about Sunday?"

"Sunday? Hehe, that is just a name he took for himself..." The voice sneered, "His true name has long been erased by time and forgotten by the world..."

"Then do you know why he wants to do this?" Hearing Jing Yuan asked....

"Because he is afraid, because he is terrified..." The voice said with a hint of pity, "He is afraid of facing the coming destruction, so he wants to create a fake paradise and imprison everyone in it..."

"Destruction? What destruction?" Hearing Jing Yuan's heart was filled with confusion.

"You don't need to know..." The voice suddenly became cold, "The more you know, the more painful it will be for you..."

"Tell me! Tell me the truth!" Hearing Jing Yuan roared, his inner unease becoming stronger and stronger.

"Do you really want to know?" The voice asked.

"Tell me!" Hearing Jing Yuan's voice was filled with firmness.

"Okay, since you insist on seeking death, then I will tell you..." The voice sighed long and said slowly, "The destruction he fears is called... the Disaster Empire!"

"The Disaster Empire?"

Hearing Jing Yuan's heart was shaken violently; this name was like a thunderclap, exploding in his mind.

Before, when confronting the Stellaron Hunters, he had heard this name from them, but he hadn't taken it to heart at the time, just assuming it was a lie they had fabricated.

But now, this name was spoken again by a mysterious existence imprisoned in the crack of time, and it was linked to Sunday's crazy plan, which made him have to take it seriously.

"Tell me, what exactly is the Disaster Empire?" Hearing Jing Yuan asked impatiently, his tone carrying a hint of undisguised anxiety.

"The Disaster Empire..." The voice was silent for a moment, as if recalling some distant memory, "That is a terrifying force that exists in legends, the nightmare of all civilizations, the terminator of the universe..."

"Legend has it that the Disaster Empire originated from a destroyed universe; they feed on devouring civilizations and take pleasure in destroying worlds; wherever they pass, not a blade of grass grows, and everything is doomed..."

"It is said that the ruler of the Disaster Empire is a terrifying existence possessing power beyond the gods, and the army under his command is composed of countless powerhouses from different universes, each possessing 2.0 power that can destroy the world..."

"No one knows how powerful the Disaster Empire is, because all civilizations that have been enemies with them have already turned into the dust of history..."

The voice was filled with fear and despair, as if it had witnessed the terror of the Disaster Empire with its own eyes.

Hearing Jing Yuan listened to these words, and a stormy sea was set off in his heart.

If everything this voice said was true, then the threat of the Disaster Empire would far exceed their imagination.

"Then... what should we do?" A hint of trembling appeared in Hearing Jing Yuan's voice for the first time.

"What to do?" The voice sneered, "Facing the Disaster Empire, any resistance is futile, any struggle is meaningless..."

"No, I don't believe it!" Hearing Jing Yuan clenched his fists fiercely, flames of anger burning in his eyes, "I will never sit and wait for death, letting the Disaster Empire destroy everything!"

"Even if the Disaster Empire really exists, even if they really will descend, I will try my best to protect everything I cherish!"

"Stupid mortal, you don't understand anything..." The voice seemed to find Hearing Jing Yuan's reaction laughable, "You think that by your own strength, you can fight against the Disaster Empire?"

147. 【Blood-Colored Tide】

"Even if I cannot turn the tide, I will fight them to the end!" Hearing Jing Yuan's voice was filled with firmness, "I will never bow to fate, and even less will I submit to fear!"

"Hahaha, what a heroic spirit of 'rather be a broken jade than an intact tile'!" The voice suddenly laughed loudly, "It's a pity, you are destined to be disappointed..."

"Because, the footsteps of the Disaster Empire are already getting closer and closer..."

As soon as the words fell, the stars around Hearing Jing Yuan suddenly began to flicker violently, as if indicating some ominous omen.

"What's going on?" Hearing Jing Yuan felt a chill in his heart, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

"Look closely, those stars..." The voice said.

Hearing Jing Yuan heard this and hurriedly focused his gaze, only to discover that the light of those stars was actually gradually turning red, becoming strange and demonic.

Not only that, the positions of those stars were also undergoing subtle changes; the originally chaotic distribution now faintly formed a peculiar formation, as if summoning some terrifying existence.

"Those stars... are they the precursors of the Disaster Empire?" Hearing Jing Yuan felt an ominous premonition rise in his heart.

"You guessed right..." The voice carried a hint of teasing, "The vanguard of the Disaster Empire has already descended..."

"They will soon find you, and then... tear you into pieces..."

Before the words fell, those stars flickering with demonic red light suddenly fell like meteors, dragging long tails of fire, smashing toward the position where Hearing Jing Yuan was.

"Oh no!"

Hearing Jing Yuan's internal alarm bells rang loudly; too late to think, his figure retreated violently, and at the same time, the long spear in his hand danced, turning into a golden screen of light, trying to block these aggressive "stars" 22.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Those "stars" collided with the golden screen of light, erupting with deafening roars; the violent energy shockwaves swept out like a tsunami, shaking Hearing Jing Yuan until his blood surged and his figure was unstable.

"What exactly are these things?"

Hearing Jing Yuan stabilized his figure, feeling shocked in his heart.

These "stars" were not real stars, but were condensed from some unknown energy, each containing terrifying power sufficient to destroy a mountain peak.

What made him feel even more tricky was that the number of these "stars" was too many, dense and covering the sky, as if endless.

"Hahaha, give up, you can't escape!" The voice echoed in Hearing Jing Yuan's ear, filled with teasing and mockery, "You will be submerged by these blood-colored tides and become a part of the Disaster Empire!"