Noah watched with clear eyes as the white light on the bodies of the beings from the Karmic Sect shone even brighter. There were hundreds of disciples behind Sect Master Inuit, and Noah began watching as one by one, they began shriveling up into aged figures that turned to dust soon after.
He looked towards the Sect Master who was calmly continuing as if nothing was wrong while his disciples were falling and turning into dust deep in the sea.
“They have sown their seeds of Karma, and are now repaying the favor I bestowed upon their lives long ago.”
The explanation seemed sufficient for the Sect Master as his disciples became aged and turned to dust, each time a white light coming towards him as his body shone even brighter and the power at TRANSCENDENT rank consolidated even further.
“A few seconds, be ready.”
The white light became brighter and brighter as it acted like a beacon in the chaotic dark waters. Martial Uncle Dylan was looking around in panic as he could not communicate with his sect in the World of Cultivation nor could he form a channel to get back, the situation looking dark for him and his disciples.
He looked around to find the area of white light he could discern a few figures as his eyes opened wide and began moving towards them. He wasn’t the only one as the remaining Rulers of the Demon World also found the area of calm and began moving forward, looking at it like their salvation.
Noah continued to transfer the unwilling Calamities of the Sea into the Spiritual Land as the Kraken was the last one to remain in the outside world with him along with the disciples of the Karmic Sect that continued to turn into dust.
The Kraken had extremely black lines of tears coming out of its red eyes as it continued to hear the voice of his home.
’I know you are angry and saddened my child, but be patient before you act from now on. This will be my last piece of advice for you now. Patience will be a bitter pill to swallow, but the fruits of it will blossom to make you even stronger in the future. Take care of your siblin- GAAAAAAH!’
A piercing cry resounded throughout every single location in the Lost World as the red rays of destructive light had reached a crucial origin of the world and began disintegrating everything around it. The cry brought out emotions of sadness and unwillingness from everything that heard it as the few islands in the Lost World began to crumble as magma overflowed deep underwater.
“A few seconds!”
Sect Master Inuit’s cry came as more than half of the Disciples he was with had become husks of their former selves and turned to dust. Only the more powerful ones remained as they had aged bodies and came to cl.u.s.ter near their Sect Master and Noah who was still in his powerful Hydra form that allowed him to move even faster.
“NOW!”
A brilliant white light flashed from the Sect Master as Noah transferred the Kraken, the remaining disciples of the Karmic Sect, and Inuit himself into his Spiritual Land. The white light that was released from Sect Master Inuit had expanded to cover a large area around them, but it was contracting just as fast. It wasn’t fast enough though, as before it could retract completely, {Spatial Travel} was cast once more, and this time the skill was not blocked.
SAAA!
A flash of light.
That was all that happened, and the figures of Noah and the Cultivators from the Karmic Sect were all but gone from the Lost World of Atlantis.
Only a few particles of dust remained where they were as Martial Uncle Dylan and the Rulers of the Demon World arrived at the location as well.
“No!”
Despairing cries rang out as they found their salvation disappear in front of their eyes, the destruction around them continuing.
Many areas around the Lost World had become deadly and suffocating as land and sea quaked, the destructive rays released from the ship floating in space reaching and piercing through the Planetary Core.
Some areas became dangerous and unlivable as living beings began dying en masse. The heavily protected and technological Atlantis had many buildings laying in waste as quakes continued to spread out. Panic and fear was apparent on the faces of millions of Atlanteans and Merfolk who were still spread out over the vast area of Atlantis, but they could do nothing to change their fates.
The painful and saddening cry of the World continued as it could only watch unwillingly as millions of the beings on it began to die, and it would follow soon after. Its large consciousness was directed at the floating interstellar ship that stood grandly in space as it let out calm but wrathful words towards it.
“Just as you have brought death to me and billions of innocent creatures, there will come a time for you as well.”
The words were wrathful but filled with strength as the entity at the center of the Lost World continued to see it’s living beings die one after another.
It was painful!
Wretched!
Unfair!
Yet nothing could be done. Its voice had become weak as the control it had to hold everything together was disrupted and began losing strength, its core beginning to crumble.
“Death is the one universal thing we will all face, I’m only saddened I won’t be able to watch your wretched deaths!”
ZIING
Destruction had begun on a large scale as apocalyptic scenes were present across the Lost World of Atlantis. Death throes could be heard from the remaining Cultivators and Demons that were dying in droves.
The fear of Rulers of the Demon World only increased after a Legendary ranked Ruler met his death from an explosion of deadly magma from the depths of the sea, and yet they felt his True Death!
His soul did not return to the Demon World. This caused fear in their hearts as they couldn’t explain why someone like them would face true death through seemingly normal means, but what they didn’t understand was the restrictive power the interstellar ship released did much more than just isolate communication and spatial transmission of the Lost World, it was something completely out of their knowledge!
Fear and terror overwhelmed the hearts of every thinking being in the Lost World as they found themselves watching their ends come to them.
The Cultivators feared.
The Demons despaired.
The Atlanteans and Merfolk were sorrowful as they watched the deaths and destruction occurring en masse.
Yet nothing could be done. There was nobody to save them. The beings left in the Lost World experienced terror rarely felt across the universe, the terror of an unstoppable death with no way out.
BOOM!
Were one to be looking far from space towards the large blue planet that was the Lost World, they would notice a red streak of light shooting down from a huge ship while even more red streaks and cracks were forming across the entire planet.
Those with perceptive eyes would even notice the thin golden barrier the ship had somehow released to cover the entirety of the blue planet. The red rays of destructive light that were shooting out of the ship stopped as this thin film of golden barrier seemingly became more reinforced.
The ship did not need to continue sending down their destructive weapon as the planet had reached an irreversible position with its core ruptured and damaged, the only thing left was for it to completely shatter.
Extreme heat was blazing across the largely water-based world as its core contracted and heated up, the continued reaction causing the heat to expand outwards, but it was knocked down and held inside the perimeters of the planet as the golden barrier released from the ship let nothing out.
This caused an extremely cruel situation where the heat returned into the world as there was no way out, and the reaction only became worse as land and sea were both bubbling with fire.
Whatever beings remained alive, no matter their rank, would be burned alive by the heat released from a dying planet. This heat was further concentrated as it wasn’t even allowed to be released outwards.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Tremendously powerful explosions resounded out as the Lost World exploded in a Supernova!
The golden barrier around it stretched from the force of the supernova, but it stayed active, keeping to its objective of making sure nothing would come out of this planet alive.
…
Minutes passed, and then hours as this process continued until the golden barrier was released, allowing what remained of the debris of the Lost World to explode and spread outwards.
That was all that remained of a large word that raised beings up to the PHANTASMAL rank.
Debris.
Not a single being that was left in the Lost World of Atlantis had survived. No matter if it was Atlantean, Merfolk, Demon, or Cultivator, everything burned in a fiery death that continued for hours.
The Lost World with its expansive technology was no more. Nothing remained of it, only memories and hopes of a certain group of beings that had somehow managed to escape.
Yet, under such an immense power that allowed for the death of this large world, what could they do?
