Chapter 1294 - Folding World
Ancestral talismans were vast, each large enough to contain an entire planet. Golden light flared across the talisman as gateways opened one after another. The participants stepped through, vanishing into them.
This time, even more disciples joined the event; nearly all three thousand disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect decided to participate.
"Go on, and be careful," Elder Long said. He knew he could not stop Liu Wuxie and warned him to watch the Grand Unity Sect in particular. As for other races, he felt that they would not target Liu Wuxie under normal circumstances.
Liu Wuxie nodded and shot forward like a meteor. A golden ripple received him at the talisman's surface, and invisible radiance drew him into the depths.
A few breaths later, unfamiliar spatial laws, different from those of the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain, swept over him. When he landed, the ground didn't feel like earth.
The talisman's inner world differed entirely from the outside—no plants, no mountains, no rivers—only an endless expanse of spacetime.
The ground was soft and springy, yet it didn't hinder his stride. All around stretched a gray horizon, neither sunlit nor dark, with no distinction between day and night. He drew a slow breath, and a desolate, ancient energy filled his lungs.
A ragged fissure gaped beside him, plain as day. That was hardly surprising; the ancestral talisman bore heavy damage, and despite Emperor Haoyuan's long efforts, he had repaired only a fraction of the Fire Ancestral Talisman.
In its prime, a single unveiling of the Fire Ancestral Talisman could drape fire across a radius of ten thousand miles. Over the ages, its inner world had birthed countless runes.
Now the task was simple in name and perilous in deed: collect runes and forge a new talisman. Whoever forged the higher-grade talisman and won the ancestral talisman's recognition would win the event.
He saw no one nearby, yet he didn't hurry. He stood still, senses unfurling.
"This is interesting. The space here actually folds," he murmured. Study revealed layered pockets of space; the area he occupied might not overlap with anyone else's. Each pocket stood isolated. To move on, he would have to find an entrance to the next space.