As this energy spread, a visible barrier appeared before humanity's eyes—one that had never existed before.
The world transformed into a masterpiece, as if something long lost had returned. Nature became more vibrant, the sky clearer than ever. Yet, this beauty was not entirely reassuring. The barrier, which seemed to protect humanity, also imprisoned them.
Questions arose. The media went into a frenzy. People didn't know how to react.
"What is happening?!"
Fear gripped the masses, but among them emerged a different kind of people—those who had read fantasy novels and watched apocalypse movies.
"This is the beginning of the end!"
"Magic has returned!"
"Monsters will appear soon!"
Some were thrilled, others terrified.
Governments, however, were on high alert. Emergency meetings were held worldwide. The questions kept coming:
Was this truly magic?
Or a failed experiment gone out of control?
Or was someone orchestrating all of this?
But no one was prepared for what came next…
The Shock
In China, inside the president's office, something unexpected occurred.
Four individuals suddenly appeared in the center of the room—an entrance beyond human comprehension. Their clothing did not belong to this era but resembled the ancient robes of mystical sects, embroidered with cryptic symbols:
"The Golden Immortal Sect"
"The Heavenly Demon Sect"
"Blue River Trade Tower"
The president recognized them instantly. With a cautious tone, he asked:
"You… are the Immortal Cultivators?"
One of them, a young man with a superior gaze, smirked and said,
"Finally, someone with a shred of intelligence. Yes, we are the Immortal Cultivators, human."
Their tone did not sit well with him, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he felt excitement.
So… immortality isn't just a myth…
For a brief moment, he imagined how he could make China the dominant force in the world if he unraveled their secrets.
Yet, the four cultivators exchanged glances as if they had read his mind. They had no interest in his ambitions.
One of them spoke in a serious tone:
"What is this energy? We demand an explanation."
The president froze for a moment. His eyes flickered with unease before he carefully replied,
"You… don't know what this energy is either?"
It wasn't them he feared, but what their words implied.
The cultivators exchanged looks once more. A beautiful woman, almost like a fairy from legends, whispered to her companion from the Golden Sect:
"Could we be mistaken? Maybe humans have nothing to do with this."
But the disciple from the Demon Sect wasn't convinced. With an irritated tone, he said,
"Did we come here without knowing what's happening?! Do you realize the consequences if we return without answers?!" He then turned to the Chinese president as if holding him responsible.
Meanwhile, the representative of the "Blue River Trade Tower" spoke with a polite smile, though his eyes carried something else:
"Mr. President, we kindly ask you to share everything you know about this energy."
The president realized he couldn't avoid this. However, he wasn't entirely afraid either.
We have technology, modern weapons… but will they work against them?
For now, he decided that negotiation was the best option and ordered all available information and footage regarding the energy to be presented.
Not Just in China
This phenomenon wasn't limited to China.
In Europe and Russia, ancient sorcerers emerged.
In the United States, shamans appeared.
But the most shocking revelation was the same everywhere:
Even those who were supposed to understand magic… had no idea what was happening!
And so, after much discussion, they all reached the same conclusion:
This information must be sent to their "Masters"—they were the only ones who might have the answers.
As for world leaders, another meeting was set to discuss the unfolding events.
The Gathering of Magical Forces
The leaders of magical sects, sorcerers, and shamans gathered in a vast hall, protected by ancient enchantments.
At the head of the table stood the Grandmaster of the Golden Sect, a man with an overwhelming presence, who spoke in a sharp tone:
"Are we truly saying that not a single soul in this world understands this energy?!"
Silence was the only response.
The leader of the shamanic tribe spoke with a deep voice:
"Can anyone contact the Egyptian Priests?"
The cultivators exchanged confused glances. They knew nothing of this matter.
However, one man, the head of the "Tower of Magic," spoke in a low voice, tinged with something akin to fear:
"No… the Egyptian Priests vanished thousands of years ago."
A heavy silence filled the room.
But the Heavenly Demon Sect's leader smirked mockingly:
"Oh… I believe someone here knows something but refuses to speak."
All eyes turned toward the Tower of Magic's Grandmaster, who looked as if he carried a burden he did not wish to reveal.
"Do you have something to tell us?" the Golden Sect's leader asked.
The man remained silent for a moment before he sighed and said,
"Don't get your hopes up… I don't know everything, but…"
He paused, then looked at them all and said,
"It's a long story…"
Next stop: An ancient tale… Will we finally understand? Or will the questions only multiply?
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[Author's Apology]
Okay, I apologize for yesterday's mistake. I accidentally sent an incomplete version of the chapter. Since I'm not fluent in English, I translate paragraph by paragraph before assembling them, and I forgot to include some crucial parts, thinking I had sent the final translated version. If you're one of the readers who saw the incomplete chapter, I sincerely apologize - and thank you for continuing to read the story. I hope you'll revisit the chapter to read the important missing parts and truly enjoy it as intended."