Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1634 - 1631: The Rift in the Heavens

The Past.

The Palais of the Polestar, a radiant gem crowning the Three Realms, bathed in golden brilliance. Its glazed tiles gleamed, a testament to masterful artistry, while the upward-curving eaves mimicked divine birds poised for flight, radiating profound majesty and solemnity.

This sacred site served as the assembly point for the Gods’ Glory, an imposing emblem of order and serenity throughout the Three Realms.

Yet, it was now engulfed by calamities, akin to a tempestuous storm, leaving only devastation and ruin in its wake.

Surveying the surroundings, the Lingxiao Land resembled the desolate remnants of an ancient battlefield, weathered and scarred by time. Crumbling walls and debris lay scattered in utter disarray.

Broken stone pillars stood like shattered swords plunged into the earth. The etched runes upon them had faded, much like memories gradually erased by the relentless march of time.

Some bore the scorch marks of demonic flames, leaving behind charcoal-blackened scars that spoke of past, intense battles.

The once-grand domes of the halls and pavilions had largely collapsed. Piles of brick and stone fragments lay heaped haphazardly, dust suspended in the heavy, silent air. With every gust of wind, they stirred and drifted, a mournful sigh from this desolate land.

Xu Wendong stood amidst the wreckage, his boots treading on bricks that were once vibrant but now bore the marks of conflict.

Despite having bravely reclaimed this hallowed ground, his heart felt like an autumn wind gusting through a barren field, stirring a profound and unspeakable sorrow.

"Sigh..." The Dragon Soul's resonant sigh, heavy with the weight of ages, gently fractured the surrounding silence. "The return of the otherworldly demons is but a matter of time."

"For the present, rectifying that dimensional rift is paramount. We must prevent further incursions by the otherworldly demons into the Three Realms, thwarting their ambitions of a direct assault."

The Dragon Soul paused. "Moreover, it is imperative to locate the scattered Celestial Gods throughout Samsara. We must aid them in piercing the veils of this world, reawakening their dormant memories from past lives, and reigniting their divine power."

"Once the gods are restored to their rightful places, it will be as if we have amassed an elite fighting force upon the cosmic chessboard."

"At that point, even if the malevolent intentions of the otherworldly demons persist and they return with overwhelming force, we can calmly await their arrival and decisively defend the Three Realms, restoring its former glory."

Xu Wendong nodded with utmost seriousness. "Then, I shall trouble Lord Long to guide me to the rift!"

"Very well."

As the Dragon Soul assented, a radiant spiritual energy emanated from its form, akin to the first dawn light piercing the clouds – dazzling and captivating. Subsequently, its shape shimmered and coalesced, transforming into a focused, pure beam of white light that streamed from Xu Wendong's body.

In the moment of its manifestation, it was as if a celestial tapestry unfolded, brilliant light cascading around like ethereal moonlight, filling the surroundings with its silvery-white glow.

The Dragon Soul's true form, a sinuous, dragon-like entity descending upon the mortal plane, was both elongated and graceful.

Its scales were tightly packed, smooth as sharkskin, each one shimmering with a cool, otherworldly luminescence. They resembled embedded fragments of stars, forming intricate and enigmatic patterns that pulsed with an ancient, far-reaching rhythm. Its undulating movement cast flickering brilliance, as if inscribing the secret language of the cosmos.

Its dragon whiskers drifted, as delicate as silk yet imbued with potent strength. Each strand was distinct, their tips subtly upturned like silver threads dancing in the breeze. Every sway stirred the ambient spiritual energy, causing the immediate space to ripple gently, as if in silent communion with the world's spiritual power.

Its dragon horns were rugged and imposing, reminiscent of ancient pines erupting from the earth, their sharp points reaching skyward. Intricate archaic floral patterns were etched into the horns, marks left by both eons and mysterious forces. Under the light, ancient narratives seemed to unfurl upon them, recounting tales of bygone glories.

Its eyes resembled deep, frigid pools, predominantly black with an icy undertone, yet holding within them boundless wisdom and supreme authority.

Within their steady gaze, it seemed capable of perceiving all phenomena across the Three Realms and penetrating the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworlds.

Any encounter with its gaze induced a sensation akin to being plunged into biting frost, causing the soul to tremble uncontrollably.

The dragon’s maw gaped wide, a terrifying display of fangs like blades of frost, gleaming with a cold light. It seemed capable of swallowing clouds and fog, of crushing stardust, while subtly exhaling a breath as palpable as a storm, carrying world-ending might. A roar erupted, causing the surrounding air to tremble with a resonant hum, showcasing the unyielding, divine power of the Ancient Divine Dragon.

Merely hovering in the sky, its immense aura surged forth like a mountain flood or a colossal tsunami, inundating every direction it passed. This generated an overwhelming pressure that hinted at a subtle distortion in space itself.

The ground beneath quaked, stones and soil trembling as if in deference. The spiritual energy nearby, like a startled bird, rushed and converged wildly, enveloping the dragon.

Woven into a dreamlike mist of spirit, this energy amplified the Dragon Soul, making it appear as if it had stepped from ancient myth as the supreme sovereign, exuding a proud aura of dominion over all beings and control over heaven and earth.

Sensing the Divine Dragon’s presence, the formidable members of the Thirteen Immortal Clans shivered in fear, bowing in homage.

Roar!

The Dragon Soul unleashed a deafening roar before ascending towards the void above the Palais of the Polestar.

Xu Wendong's figure, moving with lightning speed, closely pursued the Dragon Soul.

His robes billowed loudly, reminiscent of a magnificent heron taking flight, cleaving through the void.

His gaze remained fixed on the Dragon Soul’s radiant form, his spiritual power surging, preparing for any unforeseen developments.

In a fleeting moment, they passed through layers of mist. The desolate landscape beneath the Palais of the Polestar dwindled and blurred, gradually resembling a colony of ants.

Yet, above them, the void resembled a mysterious realm of unformed chaos, a swirling expanse of ink-black and azure blue, dark as night, intermittently flashing with an eerie light, as if countless eyes were concealed within, observing the world.

The azure regions appeared as the inverse of a clear, deep sea, with hidden currents. Each minor wave seemed to pull at the intruder’s soul, attempting to drag it into an endless abyss.

The Dragon Soul lifted its head and swayed its tail, its draconic form weaving agilely through the chaotic expanse.

Wherever it advanced, the chaotic mist seemed sliced by a sharp blade, automatically parting to the sides and creating a winding passage.

Suddenly, it halted abruptly, its massive form hovering in mid-air. Xu Wendong, observing this, immediately stopped, pausing at its side.

Without warning, the Dragon Soul opened its great maw, releasing a silvery screen of light.

The light screen expanded like ornate brocade, its flickering brilliance revealing a hidden rift in the void ahead.

This rift resembled a vicious scar, stretching across the very fabric of Heaven and Earth.

Its edges were jagged, and wisps of dark aura seeped from it like the thrashing tentacles of an octopus, wildly eroding the surrounding normal space, causing it to tremble, distort, and emit a sizzling wail.

"This is the location!" The Dragon Soul's robust voice resonated, carrying a tone of gravity and resolve. "Although this rift appears ordinary, it actually connects to regions beyond."

"It is like a dark doorway; otherworldly demons utilized malevolent magic to forcibly open it, thereby entering the Immortal Realm. If it can be properly repaired, it may prevent further incursions by otherworldly demons into the Immortal Realm."

Xu Wendong's eyes sharpened as he meticulously examined the rift. He couldn't resist asking, "Lord Long, how are we to repair it?"