True Martial World Chapter 1703 - Ending (1) – Lands of Hope

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

In fact, the Ancestor God’s devouring of the Heavenly Dao had drained a universe’s Origins energy and laws of Origins. Following that depletion, the universe would set out on a road to decay.

During the ancient war hundreds of millions of years ago within the Sinkhole, the Sinkhole itself started to fade away. Even inside the Sinkhole, certain individual worlds had already begun dying. The Azure Wood Great World, from which Yi Yun first acquired the Azure Wood Divine Tree, stood on the verge of collapse. In a mere few thousand years, total annihilation awaited it.

Not just the Azure Wood Great World alone—the Sinkhole in its entirety could barely endure another two to three billion years. Beyond that, its life force would slowly extinguish.

Heaven Earth Yuan Qi would steadily vanish as lands grew desolate, seas evaporated, and Apocalyptic Fumes seeped through the earth. Cultivation in the Sinkhole would then become utterly futile, with bare survival proving a grueling challenge.

A timeframe of two or three billion years seemed exceedingly long; Sinkhole warriors of the current era wouldn’t survive anywhere near that span. The absence of the Sinkhole’s Heavenly Dao had already severed their route to Godly Monarch realm. The Sinkhole’s looming doom held no relevance for them.

Tragically, the Ancestor God awakened mere centuries ago and resumed consuming the Sinkhole’s Heavenly Dao. This round, he stripped it far more thoroughly!

The Ancestor God siphoned away 99% of the Sinkhole’s Origins energy and laws of Origins. This surpassed merely killing the goose that laid golden eggs; it resembled yanking out the Sinkhole’s very spine. The universe’s foundational essence now hurtled toward ruin!

In the past century, the Sinkhole’s deterioration unfolded at a visible rate, each year revealing stark new changes.

Destruction first targeted the Small Worlds, starting decades back. These myriad Small Worlds resembled the cells making up the Sinkhole universe, dying off gradually as the blight spread relentlessly.

Sinkhole warriors enduring that age plunged into agony and profound despair!

They confronted a crumbling world before their powers could fully mature or their lives turn thrilling. A warrior’s ultimate tragedy lay not in realm bottlenecks halting breakthroughs, but in the complete cutoff of their martial paths.

Even more heartbreaking, Sinkhole warriors found no way to escape the Sinkhole.

The Sinkhole sat isolated from other universes. Its Godly Monarchs—excepting Bai Yueyin—lacked true potency, proving inferior even to Godly Monarch Divineheart.

In such dire straits, breaching the Multiverse rift posed an insurmountable feat.

Yi Yun himself, fleeing the Sinkhole toward the Chaos Heavens in the past, nearly died along the way. Without allying with the Taixia Ancient Mining, demise would have claimed him.

Thus, the Sinkhole’s inhabitants—from Godly Monarchs to mortals—languished like inmates in a hopeless dungeon. Escape was impossible, and worse, the dungeon itself sank into a bottomless mire.

Yet amid the hopelessness, some warriors toiled relentlessly. No matter their exertions, they merely eked out a miserable prolongation of life.

The Sinkhole’s overall Yuan Qi continued to ebb. Early on, warriors deployed enormous arrays to shield Small Worlds, locking Heaven Earth Yuan Qi inside and preserving intact laws for the young to cultivate.

Provided a steady influx of Godly Monarch Immortal Annuli, such Small Worlds could sustain their vigor for millions of years.

People named these havens Lands of Hope.

Throughout the Sinkhole, encompassing the 12 Empyrean Heavens, countless Lands of Hope emerged, sixteen standing as the primary ones.

These sixteen Lands of Hope fell under control of mighty factions like grand sects and divine nations. They brimmed with Martial Dao legacies, imparted by supreme experts, alongside trial grounds that tempered young warriors, bestowing tremendous cultivation boons.

Yet the greater their allure, the fiercer the competition to enter these Lands of Hope. Spots remained scarce, seized by dominant factions. Independent warriors faced virtually no chance of entry.

Lacking access to Lands of Hope, even the most brilliant geniuses were fated to fade into obscurity.

Yet, even as the mighty seal every path, a faint glimmer of hope lingers for mortal warriors.

One among the sixteen Lands of Hope stood ready specifically for mortal warriors.

That place was the Mirage Sea Realm.

The Mirage Sea Realm's Land of Hope had been founded by Huan Chenxue. Shockingly, she was known as a mere mortal who had never practiced any martial arts in her life.

Still, this very mortal wielded enormous prestige across the martial world. Even the mighty powerhouses from major factions showed her utmost respect.

Reclusive Godly Monarchs assisted in creating the Mirage Sea Realm. Beyond them, the White Lunar Divine Empire and a hidden clan from the Sinkhole—the Nine Li Magus Clan—also contributed to its founding.

Despite the heavy costs borne by many factions and prominent figures to build the Mirage Sea Realm’s Land of Hope, its true owner remained Huan Chenxue.

Huan Chenxue recruited disciples without favoritism or hesitation. Every three years, the Mirage Sea Realm held a spectacular entrance examination.

Admission to the Mirage Sea Realm relied solely on talent! Without enough talent, no one could enter—no matter if they were a top elite from a major faction or royalty from a nation.

Thus, the triennial entrance examinations drew countless elites together. Their immense numbers were beyond description.

Now, the moment had arrived for the Mirage Sea Realm's entrance examinations.

The Mirage Sea Realm lay on the Sinkhole's outskirts, but the exams occurred not inside it, rather in a neighboring independent world.

This world had been crafted by a hidden Godly Monarch as well. To judge the vast throng of elites impartially, it featured countless array formations.

As the exam drew near, spirit vessels ripped through the void and descended into this independent world.

These spirit vessels belonged to Huan Chenxue too. They scoured the Sinkhole and even the 12 Empyrean Heavens to gather elites, ensuring every warrior had a fair shot.

“The entrance examination is finally here. It wasn’t easy obtaining this cruiser ticket...”

Aboard one spirit vessel sat three youngsters—two men and a woman. Peering through the vessel’s window into the starry cosmos, they spotted a fog-enshrouded land. That was their final testing ground.

These three hailed from a mid-grade world within the Sinkhole, recognized as that world's supreme geniuses.

One wore azure clothes and seemed the oldest. He served as the senior brother among the trio.

The other man and woman were siblings. The younger brother was just sixteen years old by bone age. Even among ordinary warriors, the siblings dressed simply. They bore no enchanted armaments, clad only in basic linen garments woven by mortals.

“Senior Brother... Senior Brother Qin, did we really get selected?”

Gazing at the horde of spirit cruisers hovering over the independent world, the youth in linen clothes asked timidly.

They had never grasped the universe's vast scale until reaching the Mirage Sea Realm.

Everywhere their eyes turned, more than a thousand spirit cruisers loomed!