Realm Severance

[A Seriously Satisfying Novel] + [Stream-of-Consciousness Power-Ups] + [Genius] + [Long Series] The sky cracked open. This was not a metaphor, but the cruel reality hanging above every person's head. A gigantic, savage fissure, its edges streaming with ominous dark-purple light, stretched across the firmament like a scar that would never heal. At first, it was only a thin line, praised by poets as the "stroke of a god's brush" and explained by scholars as a rare celestial phenomenon. Yet year by year, it grew wider and longer, expanding soundlessly as it devoured the blue sky and starlight. Now it had become so immense that it was clearly visible even in broad daylight, like a cold, indifferent eye gazing down upon this world called "Yuan Continent." The observation towers of every nation operated day and night, but the data they transmitted offered nothing but icy despair: the fissure's expansion was accelerating, while every existing force, whether spirit arts refined to the utmost, rune technology developed to its peak, or ancient magic that communed with the elements, was either swallowed like a mud ox sinking into the sea upon touching the fissure's edge, or violently torn apart and reflected back. It had become the Sword of Damocles hanging over every civilization, an ultimate constraint with no solution.