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Chapter 355 - 355 327 The End is Nigh 13
355: Chapter 327: The End is Nigh (1/3) 355: Chapter 327: The End is Nigh (1/3) Exactly how the Jielara Carlin incident was resolved was known only to the fifth-level powerhouses who had joined forces at that time.
However, it is known that the Twin Pontiffs of the Huai Guang Church, the Great Sacrificer of the Retrospection Sect, and the Warden Ju Yue and Warden Yuan Xing of the Yanjiang, together made up the five fifth-level powerhouses who mobilized and went to eradicate the mother body of the Carlin’s Flower.
Moreover, other fifth-level powerhouses from various countries also entered a state of war readiness.
This was truly a battle that could topple nations, after all, not even full-scale war between two countries might involve the fifth-level existences who sat upon the “Master Throne.”
Once they took action, the destruction and devastation they wrought far exceeded anything that could be harvested by war.
They succeeded—the Spirit Energy core of the Carlin’s Flower was shattered, and the Spirit Energy Network was completely purified and erased.
But the truly terrifying thing was not the Carlin’s Flower itself, but the lingering poison of the aftermath.
After the disaster, tens of millions of people lost their minds due to the Carlin’s Flower, becoming vegetative, mindless victims.
They quickly died from losing the ability to sustain physiological functions, and their decaying corpses piled up in cities, so much so that some remote small towns died in their entirety, turning into lands so deathly that not even wild beasts dared approach.
The horrifying part was that while these corpses rotted, they still released the scent of the Carlin’s Flower and even sprouted new shoots from every part of the body, blossoming into fresh flowers.
That sweet yet sickening, heady poisonous fragrance could still drive people mad, turning them once again into followers of Carlin’s Flower.
In response, the Retrospection Sect and the Huai Guang Church joined forces to clear a quiet basin north of the Holy Mountain to provide a sanctified burial ground for the remains of these victims.
That place was later known as the Sacred Territory, where no one except clerics was allowed to enter.
It is said that the Spirit Substance of the Carlin’s Flower has not entirely dissipated, and its fifth-level Heart Light Body has transformed the entire Sacred Territory into a massive, terrifying Labyrinth that requires the constant vigilance and suppression of clerics.
As a result of this catastrophe, a Flourishing Alliance, once powerful enough to contend with the Sertar Empire, rapidly declined, completely dispersing the gradually unifying momentum it had possessed.
Not to mention, the loss of all newborns for several years, and a tremendous decline in the desire of the citizens to reproduce, was enough to render this former power-peak of Terra silent for a century until it began to gradually recover three hundred years later.
Three hundred years of weakness drastically lowered the presence of Yanjiang Countries.
Through careful research by scholars of later generations, they could determine that the Carlin’s Flower that appeared in the Yanjiang Countries was not in its complete form.
Its true complete form could likely cover the entire Terra Continent, and even the whole Terra Planet.
By then, almost all plants and non-intelligent lifeforms on the entire continent would become subsidiaries of the Carlin’s Flower, and all sentient beings would become dependent on Carlin’s Flower.
Lifeforms influenced by Carlin’s Flower would even grow special “extending neurons” to stay always connected to the mother body of Carlin’s Flower, entering its Spirit Energy Network.
At that time, the Carlin’s Flower, or rather, the Carlin Mother Tree, would truly dominate Terra Planet, a gigantic Spirit Energy Plant worthy to be called a “God,” a dreadful “Divine Tree.”
And this would be a standard, recognized by all Terra as a “First Level Apocalypse Crisis” biohazard.
A force capable of utterly destroying all civilization, all ecology, all sentient life, and even the free will of all life on Terra.
Even now, all the bio-alchemical scholars of Terra who knew about Carlin’s Flower could not understand how the civilization of the previous eon managed to create such a dangerously potent plant.
Most importantly, such a highly dangerous Spirit Energy Plant had safeguards so simple that it could be disrupted by a Sublimator who had just entered the third power level!
Doesn’t this mean that in the current state of Terra, any third-level powerhouse could accidentally create a world-destroying crisis?
And the Huai Guang Church, with its usual alarmist rhetoric, claims that there are hundreds of entities similar to Carlin’s Flower on the Terra Continent, and that it is only by various accidents and strokes of luck that they have not awakened simultaneously and that the Huai Guang Church exists to resolve such disasters.
Just from this point alone, the Huai Guang Church actually resembled a classic apocalyptic cult.
It seemed that if their instructions were not followed, the end of the world would come swiftly.
It wasn’t that no one believed them.
But this time, how could mere Heart-eater Worms be so dangerous?
And this time, the Huai Guang Church presented evidence.
As the light screen unfolded, the clear situation from the front lines at South Ridge appeared before the eyes of the high-ranking officials from various nations.
Amidst swirling snow clouds, a bird’s-eye view was sweeping over Harrison Port, which had completely fallen and was covered by translucent crystalline slime.
This scene wasn’t just non-disgusting; it actually had a weirdly sacred beauty—all the houses, streets, and landscapes seemed as if they had been ravaged by freezing rain, crystallizing into layers of semi-transparent crystals.
The brilliance of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating this crystallized city thoroughly.
Light flowed within the city, as if it was also transforming into a kind of energy.
And within this crystallized city, there were pure white cocoons that seemed to be filled with liquid, gently writhing.
Around these cocoons, there was a ring resembling a star ring made up of cyan Spirit Energy Halos flowing.
The exterior was pure cyan, while the shades on the interior varied, each tinted with cyan patterns.
Not all the cocoons would hatch; sometimes, a cocoon that was originally taut would suddenly deflate, its Spirit Energy patterns dissipating, all nutrients stolen and transported to distant beings through the crystal fungal mat underneath—the pale threads would also slowly degrade, leaving behind remnants within the cocoon akin to teeth and bones, quietly embedded within the fungal mat as the last vestiges.
Even these remnants would be decomposed by the fungal mat, turned into elements required by other life forms.
But if a cocoon were to hatch…
Pop.
A hand pierced through the incredibly tough cocoon layer that even those on the Second Energy Level would struggle to break free from without exerting force.
It was a slender and pale hand, with long fingers and dangerous sharp protuberances at the tips, more like blades than claws, giving off an inhuman feel.
Another hand tore apart the cocoon shell, revealing a pure white figure within.
The figure within was a young man with white hair, his damp locks clinging to his neck and shoulders.
His torso appeared fragile, like porcelain that would break upon touch, but those with discerning eyes could see that the surface of the figure’s body was not like human skin but resembled some kind of exoskeleton, sturdy beyond imagination.
It was a structure nearly akin to that of True Dragon scales.
Still with closed eyes, the white-haired young man shook his head; he had a pair of elven-like sharp, pointed ears, but they were now completely ossified, with dark-colored crystals embedded in the earlobes, flickering with deep purple Spirit Energy Halos at their core.
Behind him were a pair of wings that had not fully unfurled yet.
It was impossible to tell what creature they belonged to at the moment, but they closely resembled Wind Elemental Crystal Dragons, with a white base, and the edges shimmering with cyan-gold flames.
[Hmm?]
Sensing something, the white-haired young man turned his head, his tightly closed eyes opening slightly to reveal pupils that couldn’t be described as eerie, only non-human—triple irises unfolded like flower petals, each with pupils shimmering faintly with cyan-purple halos.
Buzzing—the observation lens was instantly destroyed in a violent burst of Spirit Energy.
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