Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 293 - 248: The Truth of Annihilation

Wu Hen understood what Li Feng was aspiring for.

It was for everyone in this garden to be able to choose the life they desired.

Those seeking transcendence wouldn’t be crushed like ants; those returning to simplicity could enjoy peace through their own labor; those pursuing a brilliant life would not be met with undeserved obliteration…

To let everything return to how it was before the otherworldly catastrophe.

To let Otherworldly Dust not be Pandora’s Box but merely a gate to another new and intriguing world, a world whose horrors and vastness, no matter how terrifying, could not affect this home that had maintained its peaceful laws.

He insisted to the world that Otherworldly Dust was just a virtual world. No matter how bizarre or inconceivable it seemed, as long as you believed that home was the sole resting place for the soul, then no matter how enormous or high-dimensional the existence, it could not shake the significance of these souls.

People weren’t destitute; they always lived in the most natural and peaceful original world. Human Holy Realm wasn’t an unattainable other shore; the true Human Holy Realm was a place that could maintain this peaceful form for evermore.

Wu Hen walked, stopping here and there, taking in the sights.

Since the arrival of Otherworldly Dust, he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate this home, already splendid and beautiful.

With Spiritual Vision activated, the delicacy and gentleness hidden beneath his own anxious veneer was gradually revealed. On the vast, endless coastline, there bloomed holy and splendid flowers; at the chilly summits of Snow Mountains, red fox spirits and lynxes frolicked in the snow; in the glittering night sky, the indomitable Divine Stars fell towards the infinite darkness...

The fireflies of the forest could also dispel the unknown darkness.

The insignificant ants displayed their astonishing wisdom.

In the twilight, the bats that flew from caves, despite their unparalleled sound senses, would ultimately be captured by hawks and falcons...

He was using his Spiritual Vision to observe the micro world that was to high-dimensional insects, as well as contemplating the bonds and causality between lives. As Wu Hen traversed mountains and rivers, immersing himself in the varied colors of home, his heart was gradually returning to tranquility, the shadow that had fixed its gaze in the depths of his soul dissipating bit by bit.

If life is a chain where each link is connected to the next, then those gazing upon their high-dimensional insects are, in turn, being gazed upon by some even higher beings...

Just like a summer insect, whose life ends with the arrival of autumn, worries about how to survive the winter. That, in itself, is foolish.

The gaze from the shadows is essentially a sense of void oppression. It’s because one has inferred its existence from certain signs, making it into a sword hanging over one’s head. Every time one focuses, there’s a fear that the sword will fall and wound oneself.

But once it’s understood that Otherworldly Dust also follows those simple rules, that every stage of life has its own splendor and crises, then the oppression of the high-dimensional insects becomes a mere shadow, without actual harm, merely disturbing one’s own heart.

The advancement of Perception requires a resolute heart. The more one fears, the narrower the vision becomes, the more one is disoriented and unable to hear the sounds of the outside world...

Wu Hen calmed down.

His heart was immensely lucid.

He sat on a Gobi plateau, quietly waiting as it transformed into a most gorgeous orange-red. When the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, little beetles crawled out from the soil, searching for succulent fruits within the Gobi, fruits that carried succulent seeds. After the beetles had finished gnawing, they discarded the hard seeds onto another patch of soil, where, seemingly dry and barren, there were already signs of germination.

Bathed in starlight, Wu Hen slowly raised his head, beholding the beautiful and majestic Milky Way.

Among the galaxy, a few stars were exceptionally unique. Their positions and the contours they drew with the nearby stars formed familiar silhouettes reminiscent of faces. They, too, gazed through the vast expanse of deep space at themselves in a foreign place, with streaks of care coalescing into soft ripples of light around the stars, plucking at his heartstrings.

Wu Hen did not know to whom those stars belonged, but he sensed their presence.

Perhaps one needed higher-level vision to traverse this primordial universe and see clearly the worry and expectation on her face. But for now, catching the soft waves she sent through the stars was comforting enough for Wu Hen.

How could Red Port possibly trap him?

Not even high-dimensional insects could end his fate.

The Death Omen Butterfly between his brows would eventually evolve into a carefree Dream Butterfly, and from then on, the stars and oceans, all the otherworldly landscapes, would be scenery once beneath his feet.

All through the night, Wu Hen silently comprehended.

On the other side of the Gobi horizon, dawn slowly broke.

However, the brilliance of dawn seemed to be outshone by the splendor in Wu Hen’s eyes at that moment. His pupils were calmer yet more dazzling, every detail of all things clearly reflected in the window of his soul.

"I’ve finally broken through."

Wu Hen got up and dusted off his clothes.

Whether it was the Gobi at dusk or the wilderness at dawn, both were exceptionally magnificent and beautiful.

But Wu Hen knew that now he also shouldered a sliver of the sun’s duty, to uphold the orderly light for such a world, or else all would cease to exist.

Second Rank Spiritual Vision.

Compared with the past, this breakthrough was particularly precious.

The Death Omen Law was indeed a very powerful ability, worthy of contending with high-dimensional insects, and even enough to gain the upper hand in struggles against top predators that were to come.

But his understanding was still too low, so low that he knew the final outcome but couldn’t find a way to turn the situation around.

The ability of Nuwa God End to grant humans the power of Spirit Awakening was to better perceive Otherworldly Dust. The stronger the Perception, the higher the cognition. Wu Hen needed a higher level of understanding to analyze everything in Red Port, to dissect the abilities of high-dimensional insects, to comprehend his own laws...

"Before, I saw torrents of blood waterfalls, symbolizing corpses strewn everywhere, the land soaked with blood."

"It is clearly a vision of premonition, indicating that everyone will die."

"I wonder if I can now see something more specific, not just a symbol, but the actual content of something happening at a certain point in the future!" Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

Wu Hen maintained that tranquility, becoming one with the natural mountains, rivers, and cloud-capped ridges.

Slowly clenching his palm, a hint of purple once again emerged on his brow.

It seemed like an extra eye, or perhaps a Purple Emperor Butterfly slowly flapping its wings, hovering at Wu Hen’s brow chakra. Instead of presenting the dark hue of death’s blood light, it was a deep purple, as if opening a karmic eye, piercing through all that is known, deconstructing all that has been deduced, and ultimately weaving together the most rational vision of the final outcome!

"Your human genes record fear, and the gruesome death of an individual releases a signal of fear, infecting your human clan. Even if they have never experienced your manner of death, their entire cells seem to have gone through it once..."

"Thus, I am contemplating what kind of death to grant you to ensure that your entire human clan records the fear of us, causing generations upon generations, dozens to hundreds of generations, to instinctively scatter upon seeing us."

There were no visuals, but the voice was very familiar.

Wu Hen did not see the vision of Death Omen’s future, but he heard a voice from the past, a voice that came from the tyrant tiger armor and from the alien insects.

Implant fear in humanity??

Why would this voice emerge in my mind?

Does this have a huge causal relationship with the annihilation of all humankind, or is the Death Omen Law reminding me that I have actually engaged in a game with high-dimensional insects, and these words were precisely what the high-dimensional insects once said to me!!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a sound like a death knell exploded in his mind, and immediately afterward, Wu Hen’s vision blurred as he saw mountains and seas of corpses pushed towards Red Port by the Red Tide, all of which were from the human homelands, and some of the faces were even familiar to Wu Hen!

It was another vision near complete annihilation, yet there was something different.

The difference was that this time it was the most thorough extermination, including those defectors who had fled to the Longevity Sect; all of them were dead!

Annihilation, even the forty percent of humans who had escaped outside Nuwa God End perished!

Why is this???

Clearly, in the previous Death Omen vision I saw, those traitors were living well, and it was the human forces trying to escape from Red Port that were annihilated, but now, the vision of Death Omen I saw had changed to one where all of humankind perished together!

In the past, it would have been difficult for Wu Hen to calm down and think because the information was too vast and shocking.

But at this moment, the shock in Wu Hen’s heart did not lead to panic.

He thought calmly, he had to discern the truth through this vision of Death Omen!

"Assimilate the Longevity Sect, and the result is the total death of the Old Faction, while those who fled to the Longevity Sect live."

"Attack the Magic Cube Star, and the result is the annihilation of all humankind, irrespective of the Old Faction and the defectors."

"Why would it be so, could an attack on the Magic Cube Star be an even greater taboo??"

"No, that’s not right, the Death Omen Law operates on a timeline, the original conclusion can only prove that our Old Faction is doomed, it cannot confirm that those who fled to the Longevity Sect will definitely live, they may just live a little longer, but the ultimate result is still death."

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"The Death Omen Law is telling me, attacking the Longevity Sect means the Old Faction dies first, and the defectors die later."

"Attacking the Magic Cube Star means the defectors die first, and the Old Faction dies afterward."

"Whatever the choice, the ultimate outcome is the same, it’s just a matter of the order."

But why would it be like this?

A huge question mark rose in Wu Hen’s mind.

Both plans, since they have offended the high-dimensional insects, why is there a difference in the order of annihilation?

"Why does the Longevity Sect beguile humans into leaving?"

"They have led away forty percent of humankind, but to what end?"

"Why does the Death Omen Law make me recall the statements about ’implanting fear’?"

"Could it be that the forty percent of humans led away are related to the high-dimensional insects’ plan to implant fear in humanity?"

Implant fear, implant fear.

To lead forty percent of humanity away, nearly a billion people...

Suddenly, Wu Hen shuddered, a chill piercing through every inch of his body like countless ice needles!!

Longevity Sect!!

Is it possible that they are the puppets placed in Red Port by the high-dimensional insects!!

They are the shepherd dogs of the high-dimensional insects!

The high-dimensional insects are conducting experiments to implant fear; the forty percent of humanity led away by the Longevity Sect are subject to millions of forms of death to extract the soul’s fear from a billion people.

They plan to use these billion people to etch the fear of high-dimensional insects into the genetic makeup of the entire Human Clan!!