Deep Sea Starship Apocalypse

A biting, chilling wind swept across the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the boundless yellow sand like a thick, turbid ocean, surging and undulating in layers, enveloping the entire desolate ancient realm. The gloomy, dark sky pressed low, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars; only a hazy, murky mist rose and swirled among the broken mountains and crumbling ancient trees, a pervasive, decaying, cold, and bone-chilling atmosphere of death pervading the world.

Sharp, fine sand was whipped up by the fierce wind, whistling across the desolate, barren land, striking the jagged, withered rocks with a rustling, piercing sound. As far as the eye could see, there was only a lifeless, desolate expanse of yellow sand. The cracked, parched earth was crisscrossed with ravines, and wisps of dark, malevolent mist constantly seeped from the fissures, swirling and rising, relentlessly eroding any remaining life. The distant, undulating mountain ranges had long lost their former grandeur; their slopes had crumbled and collapsed, boulders scattered, and the exposed rock layers were covered with mottled, dark marks—the imprints of years of erosion and malevolent energy. They stood silently at the edge of the yellow sand, like colossal tombs burying time and life.

The surrounding air was icy cold, devoid of any warmth. The once abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been completely squeezed and diluted by the dense, overwhelming evil energy. With each breath, one could feel a chilling, sticky, and malevolent aura coursing through the meridians, disturbing the ever-flowing stellar spiritual power within oneself. There was not a sound of birds, beasts, or insects, no flowing streams, and no sounds of human life. Only the ceaseless howling and wailing of the wind, howling through the broken walls and barren mountains, like the low weeping of countless lost souls, accentuated the desolation and despair of this ancient realm to its extreme.

Yu Moyan, thin and lonely, walked slowly through the swirling yellow sand. His once tall and imposing figure was now devoid of the proud and spirited air of someone who held the reins of the imperial path. His simple brocade robe fluttered wildly in the howling wind, the hem already stained with thick layers of yellow sand and dark dust. The once lustrous fabric had lost its luster, revealing a state of desolation and decay. His head was slightly lowered, his long, smooth black hair disheveled by the wind, clinging to his pale, bloodless cheeks. The once brilliant and handsome features had completely lost their radiance; his clear blue eyes were dull and lifeless, shrouded in an impenetrable grayness and deathly stillness, their depths churning with an inescapable sense of powerlessness, sorrow, and profound despair.

Just now, he was blocked by the restrictions in the Chenjin Secret Chamber, unable to touch the jade tablet that contained the complete Dao of the Avatar, and unable to learn the core secret technique that could resist the evil spirits of the end times. This matter was like an extremely heavy boulder, pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. The powerful and majestic Chenhuang inheritance power was dormant deep in his meridians, and the azure starlight that had been flowing around his body completely disappeared. No more of his strong spiritual power was leaking out. He was like a person who had lost his soul support, aimless and directionless, letting his feet carry him forward without caring whether the road ahead was a bottomless abyss or an endless dead end.

His aura was weak and feeble, the lingering pain in his chest from the backlash of his forceful attack on the barrier still present, and the faint metallic taste in his throat hadn't completely dissipated. With each step, his figure carried an undeniable weariness and desolation. He had once harbored lofty ambitions, bearing the heavy responsibility of protecting the people of the eight wastelands and resisting evil spirits from beyond the realm. He was certain that his exceptional talent and supreme inheritance would allow him to find a way to break the deadlock and reverse the world's impending doom. But the cold and merciless rejection of the ancient primordial barrier bluntly exposed his predicament: his bloodline was not fully awakened, his soul seal was not formed, and his inheritance was incomplete. Instantly, it shattered all his hopes and obsessions.

The secret technique of creating clones, so close yet unattainable, shattered his hopes of averting the final catastrophe. On one side, the world struggled desperately, teetering on the brink of collapse; on the other, he himself was helpless, powerless to defy fate. The immense disparity and profound sense of powerlessness enveloped him, gradually eroding all his resolve and courage. The solemn vows he had made, the unwavering commitment he had made, now seemed like a distant, unattainable dream, utterly futile, leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Jiang Duyue quietly followed half a step to Yu Moyan's side, his posture upright and steady. A faint, clear halo enveloped him, and the Zhouxiao Star Armor flickered in and out, flowing with a steady and profound star power luster. His brows and eyes were gentle and reserved, and his handsome face was full of heartache and worry. His gaze was always fixed on the lonely and desolate figure in front of him, constantly paying attention to Yu Moyan's chaotic and fluctuating aura, fearing that the other party's state of mind would collapse and his cultivation would suffer a backlash and dissipation.

Just now, in the secret chamber, he had witnessed Yu Moyan rushing towards hope with joy, and then watched his beloved be severely injured by the restrictions, falling into endless despair. His heart was also filled with repression and anxiety. He knew clearly that the ancient inherited restrictions were domineering and strict, and could not be broken by brute force. He also understood the importance of the clone technique in the current crisis. However, despite his anxiety, he could not find any words of comfort or advice. He could only silently stay by his side, continuously and quietly transferring his gentle and mellow star power into Yu Moyan's body, silently helping to stabilize his restless soul, soothe the surging and disordered spiritual power in his meridians, and silently giving him the most steadfast and secure companionship.

The two walked one after the other through the boundless, desolate desert. Their solitary figures appeared exceptionally small and insignificant against the vast, deathly silence. A relentless gale whipped up the sand, howling past them and whipping up clouds of dust that gradually obscured their path, as if trying to bury these two figures, burdened by immense pressure, entirely in this endless wasteland.

The two were lost in their own thoughts. One was trapped in despair, his heart filled with the sorrow of a hopeless future; the other was filled with worry and silently guarded, secretly pondering how to deal with the crisis. Both were immersed in their own emotions and did not notice that not far from them, in a deeper layer of yellow sand that was thicker and more turbid and had never been set foot in for many years, a dangerous crisis that could overturn the current situation was quietly brewing.

The yellow sand in this area was far thicker and deeper than the surrounding area. Beneath the surface layer of sand lay layers of rotting, decaying remains, the bones of ancient cultivators who had fallen or creatures slaughtered by evil spirits. The bones were piled up and intertwined, buried under layers of sand, emitting a thick, pungent, and nauseating stench of decay. The malevolent energy here was far more violent and concentrated than elsewhere. The pitch-black evil aura was almost tangible, constantly swirling and coiling between the cracks in the yellow sand. Nothing grew around, and even the faintest trace of evil spirits rarely appeared. The deathly silence was terrifying. Ordinary cultivators passing through would instinctively detour, not daring to easily set foot in this dangerous and unpredictable forbidden land.

The thick, dark yellow sand surged and rolled slowly, without the slightest violent movement. The movement was subtle and hidden; unless one concentrated to the utmost to perceive the aura of their soul, it would be impossible to detect the anomaly lurking deep beneath the earth. Layers of thick mud and sand undulated gently like water, and beneath them, a colossal body that had been dormant for countless years was slowly awakening. An ancient, desolate, fierce, and powerful pressure, carrying the aura of ancient savagery, was gradually seeping out from the depths of the earth, silently enveloping the entire desolate region spanning thousands of miles.

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A deep, resonant tremor, seemingly originating from countless ages ago, gently echoed beneath the yellow sand. The sound was faint and low, perfectly masked by the howling wind. By the time it reached the outside world, it was already barely audible, failing to register with the two people walking by.

As the tremors from the ground slowly spread, the thick yellow sand accumulated over countless years began to slowly separate and settle to both sides. Deep, dark cracks continued to spread and expand along the veins of the sand, and dark, cold, and malevolent mist surged out from the cracks. The deathly aura that permeated the surroundings suddenly became several times denser, and the chill in the air intensified abruptly.

Before long, a vast area of ​​yellow sand collapsed completely, and murky, hazy sand and dust rose up, obscuring a small patch of the dark sky. At the deepest part of the dark sand pit that had collapsed, a terrifying eye, several meters in size, slowly opened from the thick mud and sand.

This colossal eye occupied most of the sandpit, its massive, ferocious outline devoid of the lively luster of ordinary creatures' eyes. It was a murky, dark yellowish-brown, with the whites covered in a dense network of thick, crisscrossing black blood vessels, like gnarled, poisonous vines, covering the entire surface of the eye and exuding an aura of endless cruelty and violence. The pupil was not a regular shape, but a hazy, chaotic gray-black, shrouded in mist, a blurry, indistinct mass, obscuring any specific image or emotional fluctuation. Only an endless, savage aura of ferocity, chilling killing intent, and an ancient, bleak indifference emanated from this enormous eye.

Its eyes trembled slightly, a thin layer of murky, viscous fluid slowly sliding down the edge of its eyelids, dripping onto the dry, hard yellow sand below. The moment it touched the ground, it immediately corroded small, sizzling pits, emitting a pungent, acrid odor. Its enormous pupils rolled slightly, its gaze indifferent and detached, carrying a cold indifference as if looking down on ants, slowly locking onto the two figures not far ahead, Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue, who were still immersed in their dejected mood, wandering aimlessly.

There were no roars or howls, no sudden bursts of ferocious aura; only the ancient, slumbering giant eye stared silently, deathly still, yet more chilling than any frenzied attack. It seemed to have been silently guarding this place for countless ages, observing the foreign creatures that had intruded into this desolate land, scrutinizing the two tiny figures that possessed a special bloodline aura.

After a long while, this terrifying giant eye, several meters in size and exuding endless ferocity and pressure, did not immediately launch any attack, nor did it release any violent power to intimidate the surroundings. Instead, it gently closed its eyelids, slowly closed them again, and sank back into the thick, dark yellow sand.

As the giant eye closed completely, the terrifying pressure that had been quietly spreading around instantly subsided and dissipated. The chilling killing intent that had been spreading outwards vanished without a trace. The collapsed and separated yellow sand slowly receded, gradually filling in and restoring the original appearance. All traces of the underground disturbances were quietly buried by the yellow sand, as if the heart-stirring awakening had never happened.

Only the colossal creature lurking deep underground knew that it had completely locked onto its target. Its enormous body lay silently beneath the yellow sand, slowly and quietly following behind Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue through layers of mud and sand. Its steps were slow and steady, and its concealment of its aura was extremely exquisite. It completely concealed all its movements, like the most terrifying hunter lurking in the dark, patiently following step by step.

The two people walking ahead were completely unaware of this, still immersed in their own thoughts, and had no idea that a top-tier ferocious beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years was watching them closely from behind. The danger was like a bone-deep affliction, silently coiling around them, getting closer and closer, and the peril was quietly intensifying layer by layer.

The subterranean behemoth that awakened first and then followed in hiding was merely the prelude to this massive wave of ferocity.

From the moment the giant eye began to lurk and follow, deep, muffled vibrations echoed continuously in the vast, desolate ancient domain, shrouded in yellow sand and filled with endless evil and malevolent energy, in secluded, dark, and silent dangerous and unknown places.

Ancient evil nests buried deep beneath the yellow sand slowly began to stir, and ferocious lairs entrenched in the broken mountains and ravines began to stir restlessly. Countless evil monsters that had been dormant for years, surviving and multiplying by devouring the death energy of heaven and earth, the remnants of living beings, and evil energy, were all subtly drawn by the aura of that top-level behemoth, or sensed the aura fluctuations of the outside cultivators who had entered this territory. Their originally dormant bodies began to slowly awaken one after another.

In an instant, throughout the vast and desolate ancient desert, strange movements quietly arose and spread in all directions and every corner.

In the deep, dark underground cavern, a massive, muscular rock-armored beast, its body covered in rough, gray-black scales and adorned with menacing horns, slowly moved its heavy limbs, opened its vertical pupils filled with ferocious light, and stepped out of the dark cavern, crushing the rubble and mud beneath its feet. Within the ruins of a broken, collapsed ancient altar, a ghostly figure, half-human and half-shadow, shrouded in dark, malevolent energy, tore through layers of stagnant black mist, flashing out with narrow eyes fixed on two living figures in the distance, emitting a low, sharp growl. Deep within a dried-up, bone-strewn swamp, a gigantic, bloated creature with wrinkled, rotting skin and sharp fangs stirred the murky, black water, slowly and laboriously rising to the surface, its stench spreading far and wide.

Countless evil monsters of various shapes and sizes emerged from every dark and dangerous corner of the ancient domain, all following the vibrant spiritual energy emanating from Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue, and converged in an orderly fashion, layer upon layer, towards the same direction.

These evil monsters, arriving one after another, varied greatly in their cultivation levels and had very clear and distinct strength levels, forming a highly suppressive hierarchical structure.

Among them, the most numerous were the low-level evil spirits that surged forth in hordes, all of whom were a whole major realm lower in cultivation than Yu Moyan. These monsters were overwhelming in number, densely packed, and could be seen everywhere. Most of them were not extremely large, and their moves were simple and violent. They relied on their numbers to suppress others, and the evil power they contained was weak and shallow. Their individual combat strength was far inferior to Yu Moyan's at this moment when he was in a low mood and had not yet unleashed his full cultivation. However, they had the advantage of being numerous and continuous, advancing wave after wave like a tide, blocking all escape routes.

There were corpse beasts clad in heavy armor, clumsy yet incredibly strong; there were small, fast, and agile Sand Evil Cubs, adept at sneak attacks and biting; and there were Soul-Eating Flying Insects, small in size, swarming around and capable of spraying poisonous mist. All sorts of low-level evil spirits densely covered the yellow sand road along the way, constantly shrinking the encirclement and faintly forming a closing force.

Aside from the vast number of low-level evil spirits, following closely behind, interspersed among the beast tide, were mid-to-high-level monsters of even greater strength, whose cultivation levels had suddenly surged, all exceeding Yu Moyan's by two whole major realms. This type of evil spirit was the only truly powerful and lethal existence in the entire wasteland. Their bodies were enormous and ferocious, their spells were unpredictable and bizarre, and they were surrounded by a thick and domineering evil pressure. Each one, taken individually, possessed the overwhelming strength to crush ordinary cultivators. Their aura was ferocious and overwhelming. Wherever they went, yellow sand surged and death permeated the air, even forcibly dispersing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth with their powerful pressure.

The Sky-Burning Winged Beast, with its wings and mouth spewing fiery sandstorms, can blot out the sky and create violent raging winds that scorch everything with a flap of its wings; the Earth Vein Sand Demon, which manipulates the earth's veins and can condense giant sand blades, blends its body into the yellow sand, making it impossible to defend against its stealthy attacks, and its sand power is heavy and domineering; and then there is the Illusionary Eye Demon Lion, which is good at attacking the soul and can create illusions to confuse the mind, with endless illusions hidden in its eyes, which are specifically designed to attack the mind of cultivators, and can just right to restrain Yu Moyan, whose state of mind is unstable and whose will is low at this moment.

The high-level monsters, with their heavy auras, approached step by step, their oppressive power gradually spreading and enveloping the two in front. The low-level monsters laid out layers, blocking the paths in all directions. The combination of high and low levels created a clear hierarchy. A vast, dense, and overwhelming wave of evil was rapidly forming within the entire ancient yellow sand domain, constantly closing in on the unsuspecting Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth grew increasingly oppressive and heavy. The already desolate wilderness was now completely filled with the ferocious aura emanating from countless evil spirits. The dim sky grew even darker and more gloomy, and the yellow sand surged faster and faster. The gale was mixed with the low roars, hoarse growls, and eerie hisses of monsters. The chaotic sounds intertwined and slowly carried forward with the wind.

Yu Moyan, who was walking ahead, was still immersed in despair. His steps were unsteady and weak, and his star energy was sluggish. He was slow to perceive the increasingly intense evil aura around him. His green eyes were empty and blank. He was completely unaware that an overwhelming crisis was about to sweep in.

Although Jiang Duyue possessed profound cultivation and perception far exceeding that of ordinary people, she vaguely sensed the strange and oppressive aura gradually spreading across the distant world. A sense of unease quietly rose in her heart, but seeing Yu Moyan beside her, who was distraught and on the verge of mental collapse, she ultimately could not bear to suddenly make a sound and disturb him. She could only secretly increase her vigilance and silently circulate the power of the universe to prepare for battle at any time, while still quietly accompanying him. Her gaze was fixed on the dim mist that was constantly gathering from all directions, and the worry between her brows grew even deeper.

Far behind, the first awakened, top-tier behemoth with its eyes closed and dormant, still followed quietly and unhurriedly. Its massive body was hidden deep in the yellow sand, like the ruler of the entire surging tide of evil, indifferently watching the thousands of evil spirits under its command surround it layer by layer. Its cold killing intent was always locked on the two figures. The entire desolate ancient domain of yellow sand had completely become a cage of endless dangers, a desperate prison where an earth-shattering battle was about to break out. The road ahead was uncertain and hopeless, and the evil spirits behind them were pursuing them. An inescapable life-or-death crisis had quietly descended upon the two of them.

The endless yellow sands continued to churn, and the desolate land silently bore the footsteps of countless evil spirits. The broken and ruined ancient city stood quietly not far ahead, and the lifeless streets and broken walls were about to be hit by an endless tide of evil. The two lonely figures were unaware of the impending storm and the impending calamity, and still stepped into this dangerous and perilous place that had long been targeted by all evil spirits. Boundless danger pressed in step by step, silently enveloping the world.