Chapter 487: The Fall
Chapter 487: The Fall
Boom!!!
A city crashed down from the heavens.
On this day, the earth trembled violently as if awakening the world itself. The Floating City existed in the Underworld as an Arcane metropolis. Though called a city, it essentially functioned as an entire world – a pinnacle realm crafted through generations of Arcane Masters’ accumulated wisdom. With the decline of Arcane civilization, the Floating City lost its glory and got banished to the outer world by unknown forces. Countless subjugated planes witnessed fragments of the city plummeting through their skies.
The Floating City representing Arcane supremacy fractured into countless shards, scattering across the outer world’s starry expanse of realms.
Myths crumbled as the world transformed.
Zuo Meng’s dimension within the Divine Eagle Empire suffered impacts too, a falling city fragment splitting the empire in two. Millions witnessed this celestial catastrophe!
“That’s the academic institutions’ district.”
Owl Jones, longtime resident of the Floating City, instantly recognized the fallen sector.
“Let’s investigate.”
The end of an era approached. Zuo Meng, having mastered Arcane arts, clearly felt the ‘Arcane’ itself being stripped away. Soon this power would fade into history, forgotten by mankind. Future generations might unearth traces of this civilization and dismiss it as ancient fantasy rather than reality.
Chaotic energies swirled where the Floating City crashed.
The empire’s three Sword Saints arrived, yet their might proved trivial against the fallen city. They couldn’t even withstand the residual waves from shattered magic circles, let alone enter the ruins.
“This power rivals forbidden zones!”
“A city falling from the sky – is this Arcane Masters’ work?”
The three Sword Saints stared at the energy-choked area, awe etched on their faces. The Floating City had been everyone’s dream pursuit, including theirs. But age and reality had long buried those youthful aspirations.
“Too powerful – beyond Sword Saint level. Maybe the Aige Family’s ancestor could enter.”
Frustration gnawed at them, legends lying within reach yet inaccessible.
High above where none could see, Zuo Meng walked on air into the maelstrom. The Floating City’s destructive aftermath couldn’t hinder him. His Arcane knowledge surpassed most Masters, rendering the residual energies irrelevant.
Passing through the Arcane radiation belt, Zuo Meng entered the city proper.
The once-thriving metropolis now lay in ruins, though its skeletal structures hinted at former glory. This wasn’t physical destruction but conceptual collapse – the city remained structurally intact yet spiritually hollowed, drained of Arcane essence.
People still dwelled within.
Floating City residents hadn’t noticed their fall, continuing their survival struggles. Over two decades, rebels had seized all districts except the central sector. This area’s ruler was Kyle, a novice Arcane Master.
His early Martial Arts training proved crucial as Arcane declined. Combining feeble Arcane tricks with combat skills, Kyle rallied apprentices to dominate this sector.
Just as he thought he’d secured his reign, catastrophe struck.
While ordinary people remained oblivious, Kyle sensed the changes. In the outer world, both his Arcane and Martial Arts weakened. His followers – former Floating City underclassmen practicing both disciplines – suffered similar declines. Their innate bloodline power withered like a creeping curse.
Years of fragile stability shattered into panic.
Some tried fleeing. Others performed mad blood-exchange experiments in laboratories. Many simply waited for death.
The millennia-old city plunged into apocalypse overnight.
Zuo Meng’s arrival went unnoticed – the city’s surveillance systems long dead. The main street’s desolate vista showed broken Arcane devices everywhere. Those metallic constructs that nearly replaced the Owl Clan now decorated lampposts as useless ornaments, like unpowered cameras.
‘Civilizations built on Arcane shall be forgotten.’
This thought flashed through Zuo Meng’s mind.
He glanced upward, struck by eerie familiarity – as if he’d witnessed similar collapses before.
“What truly lies beyond truth’s veil?”
Memories of mad Aks resurfaced, deepening his worldly understanding.
Arcane Masters built dazzling civilizations with their arts. Sages once challenged gods from civilization’s peak, waving truth’s banner.
Dragon-slayer visions!
But it ended here.
When Arcane’s foundation got negated, civilization collapsed. Like technological eras where humans nuked deities, only for gods to erase thermal weapons’ existence. Or higher-dimensional beings unfazed by dimensional explosives.
Treading through ruins, Zuo Meng reached the academic core.
He’d come here before when leaving Floating City, seeking Grand Arcane Master Orlando in vain. Back then, guards stood watch every three steps. Now, empty corridors echoed with absence.
At the corridor’s end, he finally found someone.
A corpse.
Clad in guard uniform, the body resembled vampire prey – desiccated skin clinging to bones.