Chapter 74: Echoes Between Worlds
The city of Baihua, known for its fields of spiritual flowers and petals that floated with the wind, seemed strangely silent that night.Han Feng, hidden beneath his spiritual cloak, walked through narrow alleys towards a discreet inn, recommended by one of the few reliable contacts he still had.
The spiritual energy in the air was rich, vibrant, but something in it was... fractured.As if each breath pulled not just energy, but memories from another place.He felt it more and more frequently: brief lapses, visions of unknown landscapes, of a crimson moon over an ocean of ashes.And more importantly... voices.
"Spirits cry out for a lost world..." whispered invisible echoes around him.
Han Feng had already understood: the fusion between worlds, although slow, was beginning to erode the dimensional barriers.That affected both beings and space, and soon it would reach a point of no return.
At the inn, a simple room was granted to him.Without adornments, just the essentials.But for Han Feng, it was a temporary paradise.He sat in the center of the room and took the Tear of the Black Sun from a small box protected by spiritual seals.
Upon activating the Gu, a gentle darkness filled the room.Not an ordinary darkness, but one that resonated with the chaotic energies of the world.Han Feng entered a deep meditation, channeling the spiritual flow into his sea of qi.
Through the Tear, he felt the spiritual energy decompose, revealing hidden layers, as if each particle brought secrets from colliding worlds.His consciousness was pulled into a mental vortex and, for an instant, he saw...
... a battlefield.Men dressed in ancient clothes, and others in black armor with golden eyes, clashing under three moons.Chaos reigned.In the center, an empty throne made of broken crystals.
Han Feng woke up sweating, with his heart racing.He was getting closer and closer to understanding the fragments of the truth, but it came at a cost.
The next morning, he went out to explore the city.In the central market, he noticed that an old farmer was selling scrolls with predictions.One in particular caught his attention:
— "When the winds blow against time, and the mirror of the sky shatters, three eyes will open, and the world will bleed."
— Where did you get this? — asked Han Feng.
— A wanderer left it with me.He said it was written by a madman... or a visionary.
Han Feng bought the scroll and left.He had no time to waste.The capital was just a few days' journey away, and he needed to reach it before the next spiritual convergence.
On the way, he passed more signs.A mountain whose peak had turned into crystal.A river that flowed upward.A three-headed spiritual beast that spoke in forgotten tongues.
Each step took him deeper into a world that was no longer the same.But Han Feng knew:
— I can't back down.When the two worlds collide, only those who are prepared will survive.And I will be one of them.