Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1288 - 134: The Fall of the Divine Theater

The theater that once occupied the entire northern continent vanished silently like a bubble. The various anomalies that once filled the sky also disintegrated with the collapse of the theater. No longer the city of gods, it is merely a useless backdrop, withering and splitting in trembling, turning into threads that gradually disappear. Those threads extend in all directions, like countless dying mad snakes, blooming into gray flowers in the sky above Huang Guang State.

The puppet strings that once hung high and controlled humans have vanished amidst the clashing of swords and blades, yet traces of them remain in the sky. These are clusters of light falling towards the earth. So much light sprinkled across the land, reflecting in the eyes of those who survived the calamity, as if the entire Milky Way had been brought here. It was as if even the supreme god on the celestial wheel felt that tonight’s turmoil was too much and sent a meteor shower granting wishes to everyone along the road.

The young children did not understand how much had transpired tonight; they only found the changing colors of the sky truly interesting. They waved, pointing to the sky, and shouted to those beside them: "Make a wish, it’s a meteor!"

Their innocent voices drifted away with the wind, reaching Qin Qianbai’s ears, reminding her of her own childhood naivety. The tirelessly speeding Shiyu Ling was resting nearby, the champion silently gazing into the distance. Qin Qianbai put down her long knife, faced the direction of Meteor City, closed her eyes, and clapped her hands.

"Well done, Ah Ce. Goodbye, Uncle Situ."

On a mountain closer to Meteor City stood another martial artist, Hidden Law Master, gazing at the collapsing theater city, a slight nostalgia flickering in his eyes.

"Even before death, he put on such a pretentious show; he was indeed a peculiar actor."

He walked away, not turning back.

·

In the Yong Guang Empire, the imperial capital. The black-clad artist in the secret chamber showed neither joy nor great sadness. He simply lay there in silence as always, and after a long while, he let out a long sigh.

"Live in disgrace and die, seek death and live."

Qin Ming sat atop a tall rainbow bridge, holding a bowl of wine in his hand. He took a sip and then waved, scattering the liquid, which drifted towards the northern cities like murky tears.

"Safe travels." Qin Ming said softly.

He stood up and left with the solemn-faced old man.

·

The Divine City took off urgently when the theater city collapsed, and everyone’s faces in the command room were deathly pale. During the peak battle in the Creation Realm, no instrument or array was of any use; they couldn’t do anything besides praying. Everyone stared at that despairing flower, and a researcher couldn’t help but say: "Is he dead?"

"He’s dead." a knight repeated, "...he’s dead!!"

Disbelieving murmurs sounded sporadically, and only after a few seconds did people realize the reality before them. Cheers filled the command room, and those who had labored until now embraced, clapped, and rejoiced in wild celebration. The relief of having survived and the joy of the demon’s defeat filled every corner. No one knew what would have happened if the Faceless God’s plan had fully succeeded; he might have become a new king, even controlling the entire world.

"Great!! Great!!!"

Onowell stood up and cheered. After howling a few times, reason returned to him, and he quickly sought confirmation from an old friend: "Is the Faceless God really dead?"

"He’s completely dead." Liu Zhongwu said over the communication, "He has no act left to play!"

The voice of the empire’s bureaucrat trembled slightly, and he rubbed his reddened eyes as he turned away, breaking the communication in silence. He had done his duty as an official of the empire, but that man was indeed once his friend as well.

Onowell nodded, saying no more. He put away his joyful expression and signaled everyone to be quiet, taking command with a serious demeanor, dealing with the chaos at hand one by one: "Divine City withdraw from Meteor City, temporarily dock at the border of Huang Guang State, notify all churches to mobilize fully, prepare for mental contamination protection work post Dragon Disaster, and immediately contact all combat personnel..."

"Principal, the Saint is summoning you to the scene!"

The coordinator’s report interrupted his orders, and Onowell smacked his forehead, suddenly remembering the Saint in the heavens. Since Situ Yi took the stage, a series of battles made it hard to breathe, and he had almost forgotten he was in the United States. Onowell hesitated about whom to assign as his replacement, but Chi Zijing patted his shoulder.

"The Saint’s summon must concern urgent matters, Principal, you should hurry up and go." Chi Zijing smiled, "If you need some temporary arrangements, we can handle that for you too."

Aorus had already taken over command during his hesitation, issuing orders orderly. Onowell breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly donned his flight pack, and dashed towards the sky.

Time flies, ten years already, and unknowingly, the young have grown, no longer needing the elders to stand at the forefront.

·

Above Meteor City, the Sorrowful Joyful Demon Dragon had perished in the cooperative battle of three. The death of this Fake Dragon extinguished Situ Yi’s last delusion, preventing him from transferring his Spirit Light anywhere.

Seviss grasped the Heart of Transformation, pulling it from the tangle of threads. She glanced at the northern continent beneath her feet, inhaling sharply from a headache.

"Oh my, this is trouble... With the death of the Transformation Dragon, the entire northern continent’s topography will be reshaped, and if mishandled, nations might collapse!"

Agent Will was taken aback. The United States extensively utilized the giant dragon’s terrain, with many cities across the northern lands constructed based on the terrain, including houses in giant trees and cities bonded by magnetic force. Now, with the Transformation Dragon’s death, the terrain across states might change drastically, and if many Transformation Spirits also disappear, the resulting upheaval would be unimaginable for the future of the United States. He quickly asked: "Do you have an emergency plan?"