Age of Adepts

The day was gloomy.

There wasn't a single cloud on the dark red and gloomy sky, but it was covered with a terrible crack.

These cracks were large and small.

The small ones were only a few meters in length, slowly cruising across the sky.

And the large ones were thousands of meters long and stretched across the sky as if the sky had been torn apart by a terrifying wound, and it was bloody.

A Void Hurricane blew in through the crack, causing severe and irreversible terrifying damage to the surrounding bit ecology.

Beneath the crack, life was lost, and the bitmatter suffered a horrific ransacking.

The green plants that had once been lush and filled every inch of land had disappeared, blown into sheets of tinsel by the Void Hurricane and then swept away to the end of the sky. The animals and beasts that possessed extreme vigilance had fled, avoiding the area ravaged by the Void Hurricane.

After the green plants disappeared, the remaining soil was also swept away elsewhere by the hurricane, leaving the entire land, mountains, and hills bare above, directly mending the underground rock layers. However, whenever the Void Hurricane was violent, invisible and qualitative energy tidal waves struck on top of the rocky substratum, sparks of energy were able to flicker continuously.

As far as the eye could see, the rock substrates were also chipped off layer after layer in the wildly swirling Void Hurricane. The material that came off was shocked, ground, and eroded by the terrifying energy, eventually turning into some tiny substances that were difficult to see with the naked eye and scattered to all corners of the bit plane.

Throughout the Morian Plane, such scenes were not alone, but could be seen everywhere.

But in general, it was still more densely and profusely distributed in those core areas of the Arcane Empire, and the fringe areas were only slightly better!

Grim dared to assert that the origin of the Morian bit plane must have suffered severe damage. Otherwise, guided by the power of the laws of the bit plane, the bit plane origin would have instinctively mended and healed the cracks in the bit plane's barriers, and could not have allowed the void hurricane outside the realm to erode its own essence.

As for who had heavily damaged the Bit Origin, it no longer mattered... it could have been the Calamity Lords, or some powerful star beast, or even the combined hand of a major power. However, to be able to do something so swift and complete that the Bit Source lost control of the world in a matter of moments, Grim deeply suspected that it was the work of the Aurors who wanted to abandon the 'ship' and escape.

The Morian Plane though was their origin Plane, the equivalent of the Olympians' mother and homeland. Normally, they wouldn't be able to do such an 'ugly' thing to their origin land. But considering that the great enemy was overwhelming, the Morian Origin was untenable, and siphoning off the origin of the Origin before escaping left no spoils for the enemy.

Such speculation, though malevolent, could very well be the reality of the world behind the apocalyptic scene before us!

The Morian Plane has lost a great deal of its origin and has become moribund, much less able to care for the Plane beings that have lived in it for generations and the billions of Plane matter that make up the real world.

This is a world that is dying!

The workings of the heavens and the earth have been completely disturbed and out of balance.

Without the clarity of day and night, the entire sky is forever chaotic and blood red.

The barriers of the plane began to thin and brittle, and the blood of the sky was the strange sight of tides of energy from beyond the realm penetrating in.

The earth was filled with the wildly curling and blowing Void Hurricane, ordinary planetary beings and matter simply could not withstand the erosion of this intensity of energy, and either died or moved on, remaining where they were with no other way out but to shut their eyes and wait for death.

However, when the entire barrier of the bit plane was in trouble, where could these demons and ferocious beasts that were running around to escape the Void Hurricane flee to?

At this time, the bit surface environment had become extremely harsh, and the terrifying energy radiation invaded every corner of the bit surface. Those bits of life that lacked magic resistance would die one after another in 1-3 days, and only those high level creatures with strong life force would be able to support it for longer.

Unfortunately, as the barrier broke down further, the radiation of energy within the bitumen would grow stronger and stronger until it would stop until it was as ordinary as the Starsea world outside. In the process, the vast majority of the billions of beings within the Morian Plane will die, and only a few exceptionally strong ones will be able to use their physical* strength to cross the endless void and find a new Plane to use as their resting place.

And for those new bits, these 'fugitives' were no less than evil invaders.

It was hard to start over with a new life without going through some blood and fire battles and killings!

And while the Morian Plane died in shambles, a large group of invaders from the otherworldly plane broke into it and began ransacking and looting the resources, materials, knowledge, and valuable slaves in it. Their recklessness also further accelerated the pace of the death of the Morian Plane.

And in the process, the billions of Transcendent beings were undoubtedly the most miserable and helpless of all!

They do their best to postpone their own death, except to hide around and hide.

Unfortunately, just like a slowly sinking ship, even if their ability to escape is strong, there will eventually be a day when there is no escape, and they can only close their eyes and wait for death....

Walking in such a dying bitworld, everyone's heart was heavy.

Grim and the three of them couldn't help but secretly speculate within themselves, if the origin bit wizard world of themselves and the others suffered such a heavy blow, where would they be?

Although destroying the origin plane didn't mean that the witches would be wiped out, losing this root place would make all the witches a scattered mess, and there would no longer be a core that could gather them together.

At that time, without the replenishment of new blood from the witches, the older generation of witches would be left to wander the alien plane as slavers or conquerors or whatever. In a few thousand years, the succession roots of the witches would be cut off, and the old witches would be assimilated into the local natives of the Other Side.

At that time, the group of shamans would also quietly crumble into the vast expanse of the starry sea world!

After withdrawing from the Plains of Ten Thousand Flowers, Grim and the others made their way east, crossing the Corellion Mountains before turning north. Their target was the pre-determined first evacuation point, the Emerald Hills.

It was also an extremely famous scenic area on the Morion level.

As they traveled this way, they did their best to avoid areas that were densely populated or had numerous spatial gaps.

To be honest, they had gained enough from this trip and did not want to encounter those exotic creatures again at all. Unfortunately, at a time when the world was crumbling and the laws of position were in disarray, the Morian surface was causing less and less bit suppression to the foreign invaders.

As a result, the number of exotic creatures taking advantage of the opportunity to break into it for a fallout was increasing!

And there are inevitably some unsightly ones among them.

All along the way, they fought.

If it wasn't for the unprecedented battle strength of Grim and the others, and if they didn't work well enough together, I'm afraid that this path of return would have been even more difficult and dangerous than the previous mission.

On this journey, the emotions of the three of them were sad, sorrowful, and even a bit unspeakably frustrated.

Grim had been somewhat confused by these inexplicable emotions until he was reminded by the chip that he had awakened a bit.

These emotions weren't actually theirs, but were projected and infiltrated into their soul consciousness by the dying bits of consciousness. Since they were in the wrapping of the Morian consciousness, this infestation was invisible and undetectable.

The Morian Consciousness did not want to die, and it had its own fears and reluctance as well.

Therefore, as it is walking towards death, it is also struggling and begging for help, projecting the madness of death and the despair of waiting for death into the depths of the consciousness of every living creature that lives within it.

It is sinking, it is despairing....

And it's dragging all living creatures down with it, despairing together....

All the surviving bit spirits rushed out of their lairs and shelters like madness, attacking every intruder without any regard for the huge power gap between them. And this had also accelerated the process of the demise of the bitmapped consciousness from one side.

And since the day of the breach, the systemic arcane power within the Morian Plane had been in the midst of rapid disappearance.

A large number of arcane masters disappeared from within the Morian Plane, moving to unknown places, but they discarded more low and mid-level arcane masters and unsupported arcane apprentices.

As a result, large numbers of fleeing people converged on those areas that still lit up the Tower of Arcane. The remaining arcane masters and them crowded into a small living area, relying on what little arcane energy they had left to ward off the increasingly hostile living environment and fearsome exotic creatures.

Weak people are dying from energy radiation, from food shortages, and from fighting and killing each other. In one small shelter, a death opera of insanity, darkness and despair is played out in which you and I live and die.

The actors in it are all in their natural colors, portraying the desperation and madness of humanity in the process of waiting for death, which is depressing and stifling.

With the powerful elemental resistance of a 4th rank wizard, the three Grim were almost insensitive to this 'slight' change in the bit's environment. But along the way, the small villages they passed through had been emptied of people, and they couldn't find half a living soul.

Instead, in some of the wilderness areas, the remains of some recently deceased humans could still be found.

They were all bony, with empty stomachs, apparently because they were extremely hungry and had to leave their shelters in search of food, so they died from the amazing intensity of the energy rays of radiation outside.

It had only been less than half a month, and the entire Morian Plane was already in a moribund state, even every living creature inside the Plane's band of consciousness was down to its last breath!

And walking in such a world is extremely heavy on Grim.