Who could have predicted that the profound changes, like seas turning into mulberry fields, would happen in the blink of an eye? Gods tumbled from the heavens, and once-celestial immortals became mere mortals, all in pursuit of the last vestige of transcendental land, braving death to venture into unknown worlds.0

This cataclysm arrived swiftly and fiercely. Mythology faded away, and the world returned to normalcy.0

"Why does the universe seem to favor mortals, correcting itself? Or is there another reason we don't understand why transcendence exists but is so fleeting?" an immortal of the highest order pondered, his status of immortality threatened in this era, reducing him soon to a mortal.0

"If the divine is granted to inspire hope and wonder, not just as stories but as real as life itself, why can't it endure? The flash of transcendental brilliance is all too brief," a sword immortal lamented. His spirit still shimmered with the light of ten colored swords, but his face showed the wear of time. In this era, his celestial sword had dulled; no longer could he cleave the heavens or split rivers. He could not even sustain flight, doomed to fall to earth.0

Ahead lay a vast and imposing scene, the dark cosmos punctuated by interdimensional rifts, which ordinarily lay hidden, only recently casting forth light.0

It was known that this was the path of the transcendental sea, passing through clusters of planes, filling crevices, and flowing through cosmic rifts.0

Wang Xuan, along with the others, advanced towards the massive cosmic fissure ahead. Long ago, a vanished super-civilization had named such places the Abyss. Only upon approaching could...0