Above The Sky-Chapter 1891 - 390: Edge of Perished Sun
It is a rare, scarce, and extreme world line that is the most difficult to reach. If one wants to reach that timeline, the fuel needed might be the entire world.
But not now.
The ’Farthest Path’ forged through countless reincarnations fast-forwards all of this.
This ability to skip ’already known possibilities’ and find answers at the fastest speed is the ’Farthest Path’ that Ian himself has stacked through countless reincarnations.
A divine might straight to the future, illuminating countless tributaries.
On the pitch-black sea of Thousand Stars, Ian’s figure paused for a moment. Behind him, the azure star ring around the Pioneer Platform began rotating, forming vortices. This scene was silent, but the once restless Thousand-Star Beast quieted down, as if sensing a familiar aura.
That is the aura of the Great Aether Circulation.
Though it is only a part.
Azure rays pierce through the void, moving with the surging circulation, reaching infinitely far, into the depths of the circulation.
The azure light advances forward, separating many dazzling points of light and possibilities along its path, reaching directly into a veil of blurred mist, a possible parallel space-time.
It connects to that extremely deep and distant parallel space-time.
Then, it returns a name.
[——Edge of Perished Sun——]
[The ultimate question of this world boils down to just one: Above the Sky does not need two suns]
In silence, the azure vortex sunk, followed by a long sigh.
"Yes, indeed."
With this sigh, the once silent sea of Thousand Stars suddenly began to ripple, waves diffusing outward in concentric circles, stirring up stardust and carrying a low wind sound.
[This feeling?!]
[How come someone is advancing to the Fifth Energy Level again? Has the Fifth Energy Level become as common as cabbage?!]
[No, it’s not the Fifth Energy Level... The fluctuation is smaller, but... that undying aura...]
At this moment, whether it be Yisen Gard or Huai Guang Swarm, or those still focusing on the Holy Mountain or particularly on the Crystalline Dragon King, all who are observant of The Empire’s two Sunbirds and still focusing on The Unyielding Fortress, their hearts suddenly tremble.
Right now, whoever it is, can sense the world is changing. A new change that surpasses all past wars and conflicts, it has been laid out since long ago, from the emergence of the first Fifth Energy Level, all the way to the creation of the Arcane Pathway, this silent force has been accumulating.
And now, it’s the time for it to erupt.
The curtain of the new era has been lifted by someone, and the Fourth Stage of the Arcane Pathway has been treaded upon.
Just like thunder streaking across the sky, the storm was coming loudly.
Distorting space-time, distorting everything.
The pitch-black ’sun’ is descending upon the world.
Invisible ripples are still expanding, and in an instant, everyone who was focused on Ian’s existence realizes they can no longer lock onto the figure that never conceals itself. It’s not hidden, but rather the speed of feedback information has slowed by hundreds and thousands of times, continuously collapsing into a surge of invisible tide. It expands outwards at the speed of light, everyone feels time repetitively stopping, all actions and power transmissions slow down, even thoughts seem to be stretched, stretched, falling into the abyss.
Yisen Gard is located beside Ian. Since awakening the Sunbird Bloodline, his thought speed can be calculated at the speed of light, allowing him to see through many past unseen battles and skills of the strong, greatly speeding up his learning. But now, he senses his gaze becoming sluggish, and his thoughts extraordinarily heavy.
Because he feels an incredibly primitive; majestic and grand power... That is the power inherent to planets, all stars, omnipresent in this world, filling everything, yet penetrating everything.
Time seems stagnant here, but the Pioneer Platform behind Ian begins to dissolve and collapse.
No, it can’t be called collapsing — because the Pioneer Platform itself is composed of countless minute aether geometry, billions upon billions of perfect cubes. Thus, when it begins decomposing and reorganizing, it feels as natural as a glacier melting, a mountain rising. In the blink of an eye, a peculiar ’Φ’ light wheel appeared behind Ian.
The pitch-black high-density core spins quietly, and along its edge, azure-golden light wheels are rapidly rotating like vortices. A straight star ring, or accretion disk transformed into a line, pierces through the pitch-black core’s periphery, splitting it obliquely in two, extending to a very distant place.
From afar, it resembles a sword, a Longsword with a bizarre hilt.
This is the Edge of Perished Sun —
Something the Terra People have never seen, nor imagined, a form of a star.
After the Gravity Control organ of the Qing Steel Dragon was analyzed on the Crystal Dragon Body, it is now directly utilized more by Ian on himself, through the Domain of Void and material world simultaneously affecting both the divine body of Tai Zhen Form and Aether True Body, the pitch-black ultra-high-density gravitational aether structure is indeed the true form of [Aether True Body: Edge of Fallen Sun]!
"Indeed."
And Ian’s sigh amplified by aether comes from majestic gravitational waves: "A single sun can nourish all, foster life, but two suns will scorch earth and heavens, turning thousands of races into nothingness... What’s more, on Terra, aren’t there more than one or two suns, nine or ten?"
"Rather than modifying the world, allowing all to adapt to the sun, let the stars fall, let the cosmos return to its original state."
With his eyes closed, the light wheel behind Ian slowly rotates, warping the surrounding space-time.
And when he opens his eyes again, the light within his gaze was blinding to the extreme, even greater than the sun: "Only!"
"In the endless Galaxy, those points of light, aren’t they all stars? This world, all worlds, have never been illuminated by just one sun, but nurtured by the brilliance of Thousand Stars!"
"Why should the sun fall?"
"If I’m dazzling and splendid, exceeding others by hundreds and thousands of times, all suns before me are merely embellishing stars!"
In this moment, within Ian, the inherited Glaring Star Dragon’s Divine Marrow, capable of creating maximum-scale space-time bubbles, and the power of super-dimensional perception, are operating at full capacity!
"Yisen, please keep an eye on the Thousand-Star Beast, if things really reach the worst-case scenario, we must awaken the Thousand-Star Beast before the true Calamity of Light descends."
Turning his head, Ian instructs his friend, then he turns forward, gazes straight into the distant Imperial Capital.
In Ian’s sight, soil, rock, mineral layers, and crust all separate layer by layer, like an invisible giant parting the water in front, clearing everything and revealing a straight path to the surface.
This will be the road for conveniently suppressing if the strong need to prematurely awaken the Thousand-Star Beast, but for now, it is Ian’s path to the Imperial Capital, where the duel of two suns will take place.
Without any movement, just by the amplification of aether, the already incredibly powerful gravitational field is intensified to the point where it folds space into layers of wrinkles. Surrounded by these space-time wrinkles, Ian’s figure seems incomparably distant, enveloped by a layer of space-time bubble.
Then, as these warped space-time slowly flattens, Ian’s stationary figure vanishes at the original place.
In an instant, he is driven by the curved space-time, moving, propelled thousands of miles away in a snap!
This is the technology known as ’Curvature Navigation,’ the method of movement for the Dragon Group and the means for exploring when Mechanical Dragon ventures to the edge of the Cradle on the Extinction Star Path!
Now.
The black star speeds across the pure white sky.
He is going to extinguish the sun — to end all lingering afterglows of the past.
He is going to become the sun — to illuminate all future paths.
Like a comet through the night, slicing through layers of silence.
