Chapter 306: Desolate… Immortal

On the other side, Ye Wuque and the other twenty‑four beings were already inside the time‑space conduit, swept along by the power of the Great Thousand Divine Universe, racing toward the shattered time‑space battlefield.

The sensation inside the time‑space conduit was completely different from any teleportation he had previously experienced.

It was not a smooth transition, but a violent jolt and distortion that seemed to tear the very soul apart.

All around was a bizarre, ever‑breaking and re‑forming torrent of colors, as if traveling through a raging river made of countless shattered mirrors and fractured time.

The chaotic fragments of the Space-Time Law were like invisible blades, constantly cutting and honing the transported one's Flesh and spirit.

Without the protection of the Great Thousand Divine Universe's vast power, the very act of this transmission alone would be enough to cause them to instantly undergo Body and Spirit Annihilation.

Ye Wuque could clearly sense that the auras of Feng Caichen, Lei Yuanhuang, and Ao Tianyin, who entered the conduit with him, were soon after being completely scattered by the raging Time‑Space Turbulence, each falling toward a different direction.

He did not know how long had passed—perhaps an instant, perhaps ten thousand years.

The intense jolt around him suddenly vanished, and the Great Thousand Divine Universe's enveloping power receded like the tide.

His feet landed on solid ground.

Ye Wuque steadied himself, and the massive Divine Sense spread out instantly like liquid mercury, cautiously surveying the unfamiliar heavens and earth.

The scene that entered his view made his deep Dark Eye narrow slightly.

It was a… Dead Silence starry sky.

But it was completely unlike the brilliant, vibrant starry sky he knew.

The starry sky before him was shattered, ruined, filled with apocalyptic visions.

The massive Stellar Debris floated irregularly in the Void like mud balls crushed by an invisible giant hand, its surface riddled with ferocious Liewen and impact craters, long stripped of any luster or vitality.

Endless mountain ranges stretching for countless ten‑thousands of li lay across the starry sky like the severed corpse of a giant Dragon, the broken sections smooth as mirrors or jagged irregularly.

The Void itself was riddled with spider‑web‑like fine Liewen, and occasional chaotic Space storms blew out from them, stirring up endless dust and fragments.

In every direction his gaze reached, there was not a hint of green, nor any trace of life's rhythm.

Only eternal Dead Silence, and the utterly tragic aura of ruin and desolation that pervaded every inch of Space and every speck of dust.

Mountains and rivers shattered, stars collapsed, the Void torn…

So this is the shattered time‑space battlefield?

Ye Wuque slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing a house‑sized rock fragment floating before him.

In his perception, the interior of the fragment was not tightly connected but displayed a peculiar fractured state, as if the bonds between its most basic constituent particles had been forcibly severed by some force.

He slightly shifted his mind, attempting to draw the primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth, only to find the surrounding Qi so thin it was almost nonexistent, and wildly violent and chaotic, impossible to absorb and use.

He could even faintly sense that even some fundamental Tiandao laws that enveloped this realm exhibited a disjointed, broken strangeness, their operation obscure and no longer harmonious.

'Truly worthy of being a shattered time‑space battlefield…'

Ye Wuque murmured softly, his eyes flashing with intense wonder and curiosity.

'Everything here—matter, energy, Space, even the laws…—seems to be in a bizarre fractured state.'

'What cataclysmic war, what unimaginable power could devastate a slice of time‑space to such a complete degree?'

He couldn't help but feel a great curiosity about the stories that once unfolded on this battlefield.

Calming his mind, Ye Wuque began to slowly explore this dead, desolate Star Domain.

He stepped upon the Void, each footfall landing on relatively stable Space nodes, avoiding the obvious Space fissures and chaotic energy currents.

The vast Divine Sense unfolded, scanning every detail within a radius of millions of li.

Beyond the shattered stars and mountains, he saw more traces left by the great war.

A massive trench spanning several ruined star systems, as if cleaved by some weapon, its edges still exuding a heart‑pounding sharp aura.

A solid, kaleidoscopic sea of energy, the result of countless disparate divine technique energies colliding, annihilating each other, then bizarrely fusing into a dead zone that radiated destructive oscillations.

Even so, he saw a colossal skeleton beyond imagination, winding like a mountain range, half‑buried among Stellar Debris; the bones were dark‑gold, long devoid of life yet still emitting a faint, soul‑shaking pressure, clearly once a tremendously powerful being.

Here, it seemed like a vast open‑air cemetery, burying a glorious yet tragic era.

After an unknown amount of travel, Ye Wuque's gaze was drawn to a relatively concentrated ruin ahead.

It appeared to be the remnants of architecture, ancient and grand in style, now only broken walls and ruins, like a giant's toys carelessly shattered and discarded here.

He descended, walking among the cold ruins strewn with cosmic dust.

Soon, amid a pile of rubble, he spotted a slanted, roughly three‑person‑tall broken stone tablet.

The tablet, of unknown material, had endured eons and the ravages of the great war yet remained unweathered, bearing faintly carved patterns and characters.

Ye Wuque approached and brushed away the thick dust coating the tablet.

At once, two ancient scripts, though fragmented yet still discernible, radiating a vast, ancient resonance, clearly came into his view—

'Huang……Xian……'