Chapter315-Epoch’s End
Watching Raina and Lana walk away, Owen and Leslie exchanged complex looks.
After all, the Emerald Dreamscape was the next target on their invasion list!
They would be meeting again soon.
However, with Epoch’s End not yet fully upon them, they wouldn’t be executing their plans just yet.
“Leslie, this whole situation is my fault,” Owen said apologetically once Raina and Lana were gone.
While the child technically wasn’t his, his one-night affair with Raina was still his mistake. Seeing his apology, Leslie gently shook her head.
“It’s in the past; I don’t want to dwell on it. Just promise me that you’ll stay by my side forever…”
Leslie hadn’t finished speaking when
Owen, moved, kissed her soft, flower-like lips.
After a long kiss, he gazed at Leslie
affectionately, a sudden thought arising in his heart. “Maybe it’s time we had a child of our own?”
A blush rose to Leslie’s cheeks. “Let’s think about the future when it comes,” she replied.
Seeing Leslie so bashful was rare for Owen, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, as you wish. Given our level, conceiving won’t
be
easy, but with a little hard work, we’ll
get there eventually.”
Leslie rolled her eyes at him, and Owen chuckled before asking, “Would you prefer a boy or a girl?”
“I’d love them no matter what. But if it’s a boy, I hope he takes after me; if it’s a girl, I hope she’s more like you,” Leslie replied thoughtfully.
Owen looked at her in confusion. “Why’s that?”
“You’re too affectionate. I hope our child is loyal to the one they love, staying by their side forever, unlike you, who’s always chasing after other flowers,” Leslie teased. “If it’s a girl, I’d want her to be open-hearted. Being cold-hearted wouldn’t be good for her.”
Owen nodded in agreement. “Then, if it’s a boy, you can teach him more, and if it’s a girl, I’ll take care of guiding her.”
Just as the two were picturing what their future child might look like, a strange energy suddenly surged from the horizon.
In an instant, the sky grew darker, as though black ink had been poured into murky water.
Not only was sight swallowed up, but even their senses felt thick and sluggish, as if a terrifying power was tearing through the ancient void from afar.
Owen and Leslie’s expressions grew
serious as they sensed the extreme danger
emanating from the ominous energy
sweeping across the heavens.
“Epoch’s End has begun!”
With this realization, they quickly turned and headed back toward Azure Kingdom.
Almost simultaneously, mages across
various regions felt the shift, their
expressions becoming grim.
Millennial Cataclysm-Epoch’s End.
Everyone grasped the significance of this
moment.
Those who had been fighting over
resources now frantically fled the
advancing wave of destruction, while elite
factions and ancient sects activated
formations and defenses, using all the
resources they had prepared.
Then, a deep, resonant sound echoed
across the realm like a countdown.
Time itself seemed to pause for an instant.
Under countless horrified gazes, waves of terrifying energy ripped through the void, becoming visible to all.
Thunder!
A deluge of apocalyptic, purple lightning
surged from the void, flooding everyone’s vision.
It was as though the creator himself
wielded thunder to obliterate every corner
of this realm.
Wherever the thunder passed, space
itself
cracked and shattered into ancient, chaotic
energy.
“Apocalyptic Thunder!” Owen and Leslie
exchanged shocked glances, seeing the horror in each other’s eyes. They had both heard of Apocalyptic Thunder before, said only to appear at the
end of an Epoch.
Space, matter, and even ethereal souls and
elements would all turn to dust under its
wrath.
Now, the churning purple thunder rolled across the sky like a massive wave, covering the heavens, followed by a cold, chaotic void from which no trace of existence could be sensed—a deep, distant blackness like a starless night. The chaotic aura felt strangely familiar to
Owen, as if he’d encountered it somewhere
before.
Meanwhile, countless mages fleeing in terror found that the speed of the advancing thunder was far beyond their
own.
Those trailing behind, with no hope of
escape, let out furious roars, unleashing
the most powerful magic attacks of their lives.
Blinding flashes filled the air, stirring the void with intense waves of energy.
Yet, before these attacks could even touch the purple thunder, they were swallowed up by its terrifying aura, leaving not even a
ripple.
“That’s impossible!” Many mages’ eyes widened in horror, but before they could
even scream, they were engulfed by the purple lightning, disintegrating into chaotic energy without a trace.
Witnessing this, those still fleeing opened their mouths in silent terror, desperate to scream but finding their throats dry and
hoarse.
Escape! Escape!
Survival was now their only thought, their
only goal.
Every mage pushed their mana to its limits,
realizing, in this brush with death, how deeply they feared it.
Yet, no matter how much mana they
summoned, it wasn’t enough to outrun the relentless storm of thunder.
Memories flashed through the minds of
those doomed to be caught, but they were
soon obliterated, turned to ashes along with everything they had known. The space, the earth-all of it disintegrated
where they fell.
Watching from a distance, Owen and Leslie saw the purple thunder like a colossal, crushing hand crumpling the expanse of the void.
As Owen and Leslie hastened their retreat,
the thunder’s destructive reach only intensified.
Within moments, nearly half of Demon
Realm, Middle Earth, and the continent had been obliterated.
Even the most resilient factions and sects had faded into history.
For the strongest, witnessing this apocalyptic scene, somberness filled their
faces. Some of them would survive this Epoch through self-sealing techniques, but everything they had once known-their
factions, their loved ones—had vanished.
Although they would continue to live, they
would be entirely alone, with no one and nothing left.
Their fleeting relief was tinged with bitter isolation.
And in that moment, their hatred for The Celestial soared to unprecedented heights.
The destruction continued, the realm
continued to crumble, mountains fractured, rivers howled. Under the Apocalyptic Thunder, all things
were equal-none could escape the fate of turning to chaos.
As Owen and Leslie entered Azure Kingdom, a wave of destruction swept past them, only to be repelled by the immortal
aura radiating from the Divine Path Stone. Under the Apocalyptic Thunder, the entire realm was utterly destroyed..
