Crossing the World of Warcraft: I am an Ancient God

"No...!" Yun suddenly realized what they were about to do, and an unprecedented panic gripped him!

He wanted to stop them, to roar, to break free! But he was surrounded by the allied forces, and the energy furnace within his body was on the verge of going out of control due to the intense emotional fluctuations. He was completely unable to move!

The next instant, he "saw" it.

An indescribable torrent of destruction, a mixture of golden light of order, holy white radiance, and shadowy void, traversed the endless starry sky and landed with unparalleled precision on the verdant valley of his memory.

No sound came. Only the land and all the creatures that might exist within it, as perceived through the soul link (perhaps a few small animals that trusted him, perhaps a traveler who occasionally stopped to rest, or perhaps just a few wildflowers that he had planted himself and that were growing tenaciously), were silently decomposed and annihilated in the light, turning into the most basic particles, and were completely and cleanly erased from the realm of reality.

In order to "purify the hidden dangers" and "sever the anchor points," they did not hesitate to grind the last soft spot and refuge in his heart into dust.

The clouds froze in place.

The clamor from the outside world, the threat from the allied forces, the surge of energy within his body, Mendisius's lament... everything seemed to drift away from him at this moment.

The pain, struggle, and anger on his face vanished, leaving only an absolute, utterly desolate stillness. The last glimmer of light in his eyes, like a star that had burned out, was completely extinguished, turning into two bottomless, icy pools.

He slowly, extremely slowly, turned his head and took one last "look" at the massive and arrogant coalition forces in the outer void.

There was no hatred, no resentment, not even mockery.

There was only emptiness.

He uttered two words softly, almost inaudibly:

"enough."

Then, he completely severed all perception and connection with the outside world, turned around, and walked step by step toward the still pulsating "seed of the mother planet" deep within Mendisius.

His back view was lonely and resolute, as if he were walking not toward a threat, but... final liberation.

The allied forces arrayed themselves in the void outside Disius's gate, their energy surging, tension palpable. Aggramar's holy sword was already raised, pointing at the fragile barrier of chaos; Norgannon's silver runes flowed, calculating the most effective plan for imprisonment and disintegration; the Lightforged Legion's war song soared, the light of purification poised to be unleashed; shadows of the void lurked in the corners, waiting to seize the fruits of chaos.

They are like surgeons about to perform an operation, preparing to remove the "malignant tumor" of this universe along with its host.

However, just as the order to launch the general offensive was about to be given, all members of the allied forces, regardless of their power attributes, felt a subtle yet undeniable sense of rupture originating from the soul level.

It was as if something had deliberately severed the last connection with this universe.

Immediately afterwards, Mendisius's already dull and cracked massive body suddenly shone with an ominous light that could not be accurately described by any color. The light did not come from the single pulsation of the "seed," but rather, like a ruptured heart, it seeped out from within, a dying glow mixed with gray, gold, black, and white.

The cloud has cut off all external perception.

Everything outside—the threat from the Allied Forces, the survival of the universe, the so-called justice and evil—was no longer relevant to him. His consciousness sank to the deepest ocean floor, a cold, deathly silence.

He walked step by step toward the "seed of the mother planet," which was still pulsating tenaciously and radiating an ominous, devouring power. With each step, the four-colored energies that had been fiercely clashing on his body strangely began to calm and subside. It wasn't that they were being tamed, but rather, like the calm before a storm, all the rage was compressed to its limit, collapsing inward, awaiting the final, destructive release.

He stopped before the seed. That creation, representing the ultimate ambition of their home planet, was still greedily draining Mendisius's last bit of life force, completely unaware of its impending doom.

Yun slowly raised his head, looking at this "fruit" that could potentially end all things, his face expressionless. He reached out, not to attack, nor to stop it, but as if caressing a lover's cheek, gently, almost tenderly, pressed his hand against the seed's cold, pulsating surface.

"Let's end it all," he said softly, his voice calm and utterly emotionless.

The next moment, he released the last bit of restraint over all energy.

boom! ! !

It wasn't a deafening explosion, but a far more terrifying, silent **implosion**!

Centered on the point where his palm touched the seed, a "point" invisible to the naked eye appeared. It wasn't darkness, but a "nothingness" purer than darkness. Chaos, order, void, holy light, and the unique devouring rule of the mother planet seed—five forces representing the origin or extreme laws of the universe—were forcibly compressed, merged, and then...surpassed the critical point!

This "point" generated an irresistible and terrifying suction force!

Yun himself was the first to be affected. His body, his tormented soul, all his consciousness and existence crumbled like a sandcastle before this suction force, instantly sucked into that "point" without leaving a trace.

Next came the "seed of the mother planet." Its tenacious pulsation abruptly ceased, its immense energy and complex structure of rules brutally torn apart and pulled apart, as if swallowed by an invisible behemoth, and vanished into absolute "nothingness."

Then came Mendisius. Its enormous body, already on the verge of collapse, shrank and collapsed at a visible speed, like a punctured balloon, as all its matter and energy were greedily sucked into that "point." It emitted a faint, liberating ripple before vanishing completely.

This terrifying collapse even spread to the outside!

Before the allied forces' frontline blockade and vanguard could react, they, along with the void they were in, were captured, distorted, and then swallowed by the suddenly expanding edge of the "singularity"! Light, energy, matter, and even space itself were annihilated there.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" From behind, Aggramar roared in alarm and fury, the light of the holy sword desperately resisting the distant suction force. Norgannon's silver body flickered wildly, calculating that this was a "rule zeroing" phenomenon that they could neither understand nor resist.

The massive coalition forces, like a flock of frightened birds, retreated hastily in a panic, completely disregarding any talk of purification or mission. They could only stare wide-eyed, utterly terrified, at the airspace that had once belonged to them, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness.

The airspace was being gradually devoured by a mysterious and terrifying force, forming an ever-expanding, absolute region. This was not blackness in the ordinary sense, but a state of pure nothingness from which even light could not penetrate. It was like a greedy maw, mercilessly swallowing everything, including the brave and fearless Mendisius, the clouds, the seeds, and the vanguard members they led.

Finally, the breathtaking mass of devouring ended. Only after maintaining a safe distance from the terrifying entity did the allied forces dare to breathe a sigh of relief, though they still gazed into the distance with lingering fear. When they looked again at the spot where Mendisius and the others had stood, they found it completely empty. Not only was there not a single fragment or speck of dust left, but even the faint energy fluctuations that had lingered in the surrounding air had vanished without a trace. Even more shockingly, it seemed that even the basic concept of emptiness had ceased to exist there. In its place lay only endless silence and void—a colossal, unchanging **absolute vacuum dead zone**, as if a piece of the entire universe had been forcibly carved out! No matter how advanced the detection methods used to attempt to penetrate this realm, they would invariably fall into silence, receiving no feedback whatsoever. Because this was simply an absolute world, devoid of any matter or signs of life.

Cloud, offering itself as the final sacrifice and fueled by the ultimate conflict of the five primordial energies, forcibly created a brief "zero singularity," dragging the threat of the mother planet, Mendisius's pain, the arrogance of the allied forces, and all his own struggles and despair into eternal annihilation.

He neither saved anyone nor destroyed anyone.

He simply brought it all to an end.

Absolute emptiness.

The allied forces halted at a safe distance, like ants facing an abyss. The once bustling battlefield was now nothing but a chilling vacuum. That region, forcibly "erased" from the structure of the universe, had blurred and distorted edges, as if spacetime had been forcibly stitched together, leaving an ugly and unhealable scar. Any probing energy—whether the divine will of order, the radiance of holy light, or the whispers of the void—was cast into it like a stone thrown into the sea, vanishing without a trace, not even causing a ripple. It was a forbidden zone of rules, the end of existence, an eternal, cold dead zone.

The flames on Aggramar's holy sword had long since died out. He stared into the emptiness, his magnificent frame stiffening for the first time. It wasn't weariness, but a deeper, more profound shock, stemming from a profound understanding of the world. He had witnessed the vanguard, those loyal Lightforged warriors and Titan constructs, unable even to struggle, merging with that emptiness. They hadn't died in a glorious battle, but from something they couldn't comprehend, something they couldn't resist… "vanishing."

Norgannon's silver runes continued to flow, but at a much slower pace, as if bearing an unspeakable weight. His calculations had completely failed the moment they reached the edge of that dead zone. What had happened there transcended all known laws; it was an utter "error." And the individual who had caused this "error" had just, right before their eyes, in the most resolute way, become part of that "error" as well.

The remaining Naaru of the Lightforged Legion, their light dimmed, their hymns long since fallen silent. They could feel the absolute rejection of the Holy Light from the dead realm—a "nothingness" purer than any darkness. At the core of Xerra and the other Naaru leaders emanated endless bewilderment. Purification? Order? Faced with a power that denied even "existence" itself, their cherished beliefs seemed utterly pale and powerless.

Those shadows from the void had long since vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed. They instinctively feared that utter "nothingness," which was even more thorough and more...meaningless than the ultimate nothingness they sought.

Victory?

None of the coalition members could utter that word. Did they prevent a greater catastrophe from the Chaos Walkers? Perhaps. Did they eliminate a massive threat? In hindsight, yes.

But what was the price they paid? The loss of the vanguard, a permanently missing region of the universe and immeasurable primordial energy, and... that enormous, silent monument lying across the void, seemingly mocking all their "correctness" and "justice."

There were no cheers, no celebrations. Only a sense of oppression, a mixture of lingering fear, the pain of loss, and a deeper, more profound doubt that even they themselves were unwilling to acknowledge.

The being they defined as the "chaotic catastrophe" and the "anomaly that must be purified," his final warning, his madness in plundering energy, his ultimate choice to perish together with the seed of the mother planet... was all of this really just the madness of a demon?

This thought, like a poisonous thorn, silently pierced the hearts of some, but was quickly suppressed by deeper convictions and a rejection of the "abnormal." History will ultimately be written by the survivors.

Soon, the official conclusion began to circulate among the high-ranking officials of various factions and was etched into the annals of history:

The "Chaos Calamity," carrying forbidden power, coveted the origin of the universe, its actions provoking widespread wrath. Under the crusade of a righteous alliance comprised of the Pantheon, the Legion of Light, and some Void forces, this demon, in its final moments, detonated itself, intending to drag all things down with it. Fortunately, the allied forces acted valiantly, stopping the damage in time, ultimately annihilating this cosmic scourge, but at a terrible cost, leaving behind an eternal warning.

All of Yun's struggles, all his warnings, the truth he knew, the pain he endured, and his final desperate choice... were completely covered up, defined, and simplified into a somewhat heavy footnote about "justice triumphing over evil" that met the needs of the survivors in this cold record filled with "correct" words.

Only that eternal dead zone, where even light cannot exist, hangs coldly in the universe like a silent, enormous question mark, gazing upon all past beings, as if questioning the eternal questions of pride, prejudice, and sacrifice...

No one could answer.