Chapter 12: Out of Control and The End
Chapter 12: Out of Control and The End
After three years of gathering the Power of the Totem from all races, Di Ye brought every totem to Ancestor Dragon Mountain. Totems fell like rain across the mountain—some shaped like trees, rocks, animals, or strange plants, all appearing as if born from the earth itself. No one knew their origin.
“Infuse!”
Di Ye conscripted one hundred of the strongest old dragons to extract the totemic energy from the mountain and channel it into the black stone.
One day. Two days.
By the tenth day, the black stone finally stirred. A violent ripple burst from it, and every living creature on Dragon Mountain heard a roar:
“I am… Ruin!!!!”
A primal force from the Ancient Era began to stir. At the same moment, Zuo Meng’s gaze descended.
“It actually reversed and awakened? Fitting for a protagonist of a bygone era’s fortune.”
Ruin’s awakening surprised Zuo Meng. During the Ancient Era, he hadn’t yet grasped concepts like the World Will or fortune. Back then, abstract energies ran wild, even the laws he’d forged were riddled with flaws. Strength had no barriers—anyone could grow powerful through simple practice. Only after restructuring this era’s laws did he uncover the hidden energies beneath the chaos. Ruin, a chaotic being, was undoubtedly the Ancient Era’s prime protagonist, outshining even the other two chaotic beings.
As Ruin awoke, Zuo Meng saw the world anew. Perhaps nothing was inherently right or wrong. Once creation began, the world evolved on its own—there’s no right or wrong, only comprehension.
Ruin?
He must be a supreme being!
Di Ye and the old dragons clustered together. Though unable to understand Ruin’s tongue, they caught his name.
“It must grant immortality!”
Fanaticism flickered in Di Ye’s eyes. Immortality—every ruler’s deepest craving—lay within reach. How could he not tremble?
“More power.”
A message radiated from the black stone. Di Ye and the dragons understood.
“Bring all totems.”
At Di Ye’s command, Dragon Mountain shuddered. Remaining totems were hauled forth. As if sensing kindred power, the black stone quaked, spewing countless root-like tendrils that latched onto the totems.
A whirlwind erupted. When it faded, every totem on the mountain had been drained.
“Not enough!”
The stone convulsed, unleashing more tendrils that burrowed into the earth. Excess roots snaked outward, ensnaring an old dragon. The elder couldn’t struggle—his body shriveled like a water skin in desert sands, leaving only a dried corpse.
The husk hit the ground, scattering dust. No remains survived.
“What’s happening?!”
“It’s gone wild!”
The tendrils raged. Sealed too long, Ruin’s mind brimmed with chaos, hungering to devour all energy.
BOOM!
A hundredfold more tendrils erupted from the stone, twisting skyward to gorge on everything—earth, trees, dragons. Nearly all elders perished. Only Di Ye, the Dragon Emperor, fled the peak in time.
But escape solved nothing. After draining the mountaintop, the tendrils attacked Dragon Mountain itself.
Roots pierced the sky, tearing black cracks. The scene looked like doomsday.
“What *is* this?!”
Di Ye found no retreat. The roots grew unnervingly fast, sucking Ancestor Dragon Mountain dry. The Dragon Clan was doomed!
This mighty civilization collapsed in moments. The roots spread ravenously across the land. With Zuo Meng having compressed the world’s dimensions, the tendrils sought to consume the entire continent.
“Only the abyss remains…”
Trapped by writhing roots, Di Ye fled to the mountain’s rear abyss—the Dragon Clan’s deepest secret. He’d once glimpsed a colossal turtle there. Though clueless about its nature, instinct screamed it could resist the roots.
A Dragon Emperor hesitates not. Di Ye leaped into the chasm even past Ancestor Dragons feared to tread.
Outside, root-induced panic engulfed the world.
Millennia of Dragon Clan civilization crumbled. The roots devoured all—race meant nothing. Strong races fled south; the weak were abandoned. Survival’s cruelty reigned. Northern lands became a dead zone, while southern migrants carried fading memories of draconic glory.
Time blurred. Di Ye awoke.
“Am I alive?”
“You’re dead. Only your spirit lingers.” A massive eye glowed in the dark.
“You—the Old Turtle!”
Di Ye recognized the speaker instantly.
The creature’s eye alone dwarfed caves. This was but a fragment—its full size might make Dragon Mountain a mere bump on its shell. No wonder the Ancestor Dragon chose this site.
“Impressive recklessness, provoking an Ancient Era madman.”
This was the Turtle Ancestor, spared by creator Zuo Meng after the Ancient Era’s fall. A top-tier chaotic being, it dwarfed the sealed Ruin. But the turtle avoided trouble, deeming Ruin’s ilk insane for defying the Taichu Immortal Ancestor.
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“Ancient Era madmen…?”
Di Ye filed away the tidbit.
“Enough. You’re dead. I’ll reincarnate you.” The turtle ignored further chatter.
This world lacked reincarnation cycles. Most souls faded at death. Only supreme beings like the turtle could preserve spirits—a mark of true power.
“Wait—”
The turtle blew. Its breath engulfed Di Ye’s dragon soul, plunging both into the earth.