Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 640

Chapter 640: Chapter 638: Two Worlds Chapter 640: Chapter 638: Two Worlds Another continent was plummeting from the sky, two worlds destroyed in a “slow collision” that transcended comprehension, a kind of surreal “impact,” not merely a simple physical touch–after observing the endless spread of distortion, chaos, and madness in that forest, Lucresia vaguely perceived this truth.

In another situation, she would probably have been eager to embark on a long-term, arduous research effort, willing to interact with scholars from the City-State to unite the minds of the intelligent to understand the secrets of this collision.

But clearly, now was not the appropriate time.

The paper-folded boat was violently shaking amidst a fierce impact, like a flatboat caught in a storm, with the impact centering around the collapsing Silantis and indiscriminately unleashing upon the entire world, then echoing between heaven and earth as if reflected by the “ends of the world.”

Amidst the intense impact and tearing that far exceeded human capacity, the paper boat emitted an unsettling tearing noise, and even the powerful “Sea Witch” felt her control over the boat approaching its limits swiftly.

Sherry saw the gravity on Lucresia's face at a glance and immediately hugged the head of the dog while crying out loudly, “Are we going to fall!!!”

Lucresia furrowed her brow tightly, she did not answer Sherry's shout but quickly scanned the already fragmented world that was rapidly on the brink of destruction, then suddenly raised her hand pointing towards the distant land, “We're going to descend over there.”

“Isn't that suicide!” Sherry screamed instantly, “Do you see anywhere on the ground that we can even land?!”

“'Corrosion' has already stopped, the current stage is that flames are burning everything–it's just fire, far friendlier than those weird, distorted shadows.” Lucresia turned to glance at Sherry, ignoring her reaction, and already began to control the teetering paper boat hastily flying toward the forest area where the fires were smaller.

The paper-folded boat, accompanied by Sherry's piercing scream, broke through the smog in the forest, navigating between the two worlds that had turned into purgatory, with Silantis's canopy crumbling above them, and the burning giant trees and leaves plummeting towards the earth like a collapsing nightmare around the boat, while that dangling piece of land was still slowly descending–Sherry could almost make out the grooves and rolling dunes on its surface–
The descent was so slow it seemed as if it could last forever, yet it was so unstoppable, continuous, like a slowly rolling doomsday, inch by inch crushing all things in the mortal world.

Lucresia steered the small boat with all her might, sweeping her gaze across the forest, trying to find a somewhat “safe” landing spot in that purgatory.

A blur of light suddenly caught her eye.

The next second, the boat shot towards that direction–with such speed that Sherry almost thought it was a freefall out of control–dangerously passing through the fire rain falling from the sky, through the sandstorm which began at some point, floating like phantasms between heaven and earth, and straight towards the flash deep in the forest.

The flash became gradually more distinct.

It was a cone-shaped protective barrier supported by a curtain of light.

Sherry also saw that light screen, she leaned over the edge of the paper boat in amazement, staring downward for a long time, finally recognizing those two familiar figures within the barrier, “Ah! It's Nina, and the old man!”

Accompanied by Sherry's joyful shout, the paper boat carrying her and Lucresia whooshed over the last distance and finally reached its limit at the last moment of touching the ground, shattering into pieces in the impact and turning into fine dust in the blink of an eye.

Sherry, clutching the dog, awkwardly jumped out at the last second, the pair tumbled into a heap on the ground, rolling several times before finally stopping in front of that cone-shaped gleam.

She looked up and saw Nina standing inside the barrier, with Mr. Morris beside her wearing a look of astonishment.

A whirl of colorful paper fragments settled steadily next to Sherry, Lucresia emerging from among them.

Nina waved at them from within the barrier.

Sherry and Lucresia exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, stepped into the seemingly fragile but very real light screen that kept the tide of destruction at bay in the forest.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down.

The terrible noise that howled through the forest became almost inaudible, the scorching “Storm” that swept across the land was blocked outside the light screen, and the pungent dust and the poison fog steaming in the fire were also kept out–Sherry even felt a rush of fresh air hitting her face–she looked down and even saw several blades of grass under her feet, with a small cluster of shrubs beside it.

“Amazing…” she marveled, raising her head to look at Nina and Morris, “How did you do this? Lucresia and I could only flee up into the sky…”

“It wasn't us.” Nina simply shook her head, then turned aside, raising her hand to point in a direction behind her and Morris.

Surprised, Sherry looked in that direction, and the next second, her eyes widened slightly.

A small tree rooted there quietly, in this crumbling piece of land.

Its slender trunk, long branches spreading toward the sky, and drooping at the edges of the canopy, gently swaying in the breeze.

Centered around this small tree was the cone-shaped light screen constructing the last Shelter.

In a trance, Sherry seemed to hear a voice–
“Follow me, I will take you to the Wall of Silence…”

Then, that voice melted away in the wind.

“We've now arrived at the Silent Wall,” Nina turned her head, looking into Sherry's eyes. “The last, the true Silent Wall.”

Sherry paused for a moment, slowly making her way to the small tree beside her, the branches at the edge of the canopy brushing past her shoulder, feeling somewhat itchy.

She turned her head and looked beyond the thin curtain of light.

The world was collapsing, the majestic canopy of Silantis was bending, disintegrating, and crashing under the “heavy pressure” of another world, forests were burning, the distant land was being lifted by an invisible force, slowly rolling towards the skyward inclined desert, and flames seemed to spread to that desert as well, a layer of vague fog was starting to appear on the surface of “that world.”

But all the sounds were so distant as if they came from another world, like the gentle waves heard outside a tightly closed window at twilight.

“Yes… it's really quiet.”

Even Sherry knew that this quiet probably wouldn't last very long.

But at least for this moment, that crumbling world was no longer in pursuit of her, even though what separated her from it all was simply a beautiful bubble.

What would happen next?

Fenna squinted her eyes slightly in the wind.

She saw that the inverted world had gradually reached the ground beneath her feet–the first to make contact was that astoundingly large “World Tree,” its canopy now touching the surface. It was the last place the giants had vanished, and now, it became the “contact point” where two worlds first touched. Next were the distant mountains, the contact between the hills and forests of the mountain range at the edge of the desert causing continuous flashes of light, as if brewing a storm powerful enough to tear the world apart.

Flames were spreading and flowing over her head, she could see that verdant world falling apart in the fire–just as the desert below her feet was doing the same.

But the “collision” between two worlds was slowing down as if some force was forcibly delaying the process, intervening in this apocalypse.

Fenna tilted her head down, looking at the radiant fireball in her hand–a tiny flame flowing on the surface of the sun, and the light bursting forth from that flame had once shone on a civilization that was magnificent and splendid before the deep-sea era.

To this day, the sunlight still remains.

She lifted her head again, looking towards something not far from her side.

The giant staff was still silent, planted in the sand dune, illuminated by the suspended sea of flames in the sky. It shone on its rough trunk-like shaft and stone-like head, with flame light flowing on its rock-like surface. The giant's inscrutable texts reflected in the shadows and light.

For a fleeting moment, Fenna felt as if she understood them–she read the dense text and symbols line by line, as if she could still hear the giant's deep, gentle voice narrating close to her ear.

“… Here, they learned to use fire.

“Here, they uncovered the secrets of cultivation.

“There was a flood–water swept over the land, bringing death and panic, and then it left behind fertile soil…

“They learned to build ships…

“They learned to harness the power of thunder…”

Fenna slowly approached the staff, raising her head to look at the last blank space at its end.

That space was no longer blank.

At some point, the giant had inscribed the last line of text–the deity of historic record had completed his final entry on the chronicle pillar:
“Tarrikin and the travelers completed their final journey.”

An unusual aura and unsettling rustling sounds came from afar, an extraordinary heat flowing through the air, gathering invisibly.

Fenna turned around, looking in the direction she sensed.

She saw those streams of light that were continually converging–in the grand fire and twisted light shadows caused by the collision of two worlds, the chaotic streams of light breached through some kind of “crack” into this place. They gradually emitted scorching heat and gathered into an increasingly large fireball in the sky not too far away.

The fireball began to take on a sun-like appearance, its edges trembling, dividing into bursting streams of flame. It started to hover like the sun between two worlds, freely releasing a disquieting might and heatwaves–afterward, it gradually lowered in the desert and slowly turned its true face towards Fenna.

Innumerable twisted tendrils were hidden within the radiant shell of that sun-like fireball, and countless non-human eyes coldly watched the Judge who stood beside the sand dune from between those tendrils.

“Kneel.”

The deity's offspring declared.

Chapter end

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