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Chapter 442 I loved folding paper airplanes when I was little!
Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback when he heard Jiang Wei's words.

He wants to see me?

The thought flashed through my mind instantly.

With a hint of absurdity and extreme vigilance.

Why would that supreme being who controls everything and sees all living beings as pawns suddenly request to see someone like me who has only recently entered the fifth tier?
But Fang Qingyu quickly regained his composure and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

He stood up with a slight frown, looked calmly at Jiang Wei, and asked as if to confirm, "He wants to see me?"

Jiang Wei's beautiful face still held a hint of solemnity as she nodded slightly and added, "Yes. He said that as long as He sees you, He will leave on His own."

This statement undoubtedly deepened Fang Qingyu's doubts.

Using His departure as an exchange, just to see himself once?
What exactly is that person after?
What do I possess that would warrant such a grand mobilization from this supreme being?

Fang Qingyu's brain was working at lightning speed.

He quickly reviewed all his secrets.

The existence of the map is his biggest trump card, and the only point that could attract this level of attention.

But Fang Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest alteration.

They simply weighed the options in silence.

Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"can not go."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu subconsciously turned his head to look.

The speaker was dressed in a blue robe, with a tall and straight posture like a pine tree and a handsome face.

Although he did not have a fierce aura, he naturally exuded a transcendent charm.

It was none other than the poet Li Bai.

Fang Qingyu had no connection with this legendary sword immortal.

We had only met once at a previous meeting.

He suddenly stopped me, which surprised me a little.

However, what surprised Fang Qingyu even more was...

Li Bai's opening remarks seemed to be a signal.

Immediately afterwards, several other fifth-tier powerhouses with profound auras, who had previously kept their eyes closed or gazing into the distance, also turned their gazes toward them, echoing in calm tones:

"Yes, we can't go."

Among them were faces that Fang Qingyu was completely unfamiliar with.

Some I've only met once.

For example, the burly man who had a brief encounter in Qingjian City and was responsible for monitoring the Five Gods.

Their attitudes were surprisingly unanimous at this moment.

Fang Qingyu remained silent, not immediately responding to these sudden attempts at dissuasion.

His gaze swept over the crowd.

Ultimately, the blame fell on Hong Qitian, who had remained silent throughout.

When Hong Qitian saw Fang Qingyu looking over, his wrinkled old face showed no surprise, as if he had already expected Fang Qingyu to seek his opinion.

He calmly met Fang Qingyu's gaze, his cloudy old eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever.

After a moment, he slowly spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:
"look at yourself."

"I can keep you alive."

As soon as this sentence came out.

Everyone around Hong Qitian turned to look at him, their lips moving slightly as if they wanted to say something.

But in the end.

Perhaps it was out of trust and prestige in Hong Qitian over the long term, or perhaps there were other considerations.

They all swallowed back the words that were on the tip of their tongues.

His brows were just furrowed even more tightly.

Upon hearing Hong Qitian's words, Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback at first, then couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, saying in a relaxed tone, "It's not that serious. What if they just want to see me?"

The smile briefly eased the somber atmosphere.

Since Old Master Hong said he could guarantee my survival, there was no reason not to go.

And even without Old Master Hong's words...
Fang Qingyu is now confident that he will survive.

of course.

The main reason was that Fang Qingyu also wanted to see it for himself.

This supreme being who controls everything behind the scenes.

What exactly does it look like?

After speaking, Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to Jiang Wei.

The worry in Jiang Wei's eyes had not completely faded, but she understood Fang Qingyu.

So she suppressed all her worries and her beautiful face regained its cool demeanor as she nodded slightly to Fang Qingyu.

He then turned around and lightly touched the air with his bare feet.

They walked slowly toward the sky over Shangjing City, which was shrouded in an invisible force field.

Fang Qingyu followed closely behind, walking with ease.

His expression was so calm that it was as if he were not facing a supreme deity who could decide the fate of countless people with a single thought.

Instead, it was a routine meeting.

The two figures walked one after the other, stepping through the air.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of fifth-tier powerhouses on the mountaintop below, they disappeared into the air.

……

Watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance.

A long, deathly silence fell upon the mountaintop.

After a long while, Hong Qitian slowly turned around.

His gaze swept over the surrounding fifth-tier powerhouses, whose expressions were complex and who mostly remained silent. A complex look, a mixture of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion) and 嘲嘲 (cháocháo, a feeling of mockery) appeared on his face as he softly said:

"You guys have all lived longer than this old body of mine, how come your minds are even more twisted than mine?"

"They clearly care more about the continuation of the human race than anyone else, yet they all wear such deadpan expressions, unwilling to stand up and say a kind word or defend that kid."

The burly man, who had met Fang Qingyu once in Qingjian City and whose stature was as imposing as an iron tower, couldn't help but scoff and retort in a gruff voice, "Old man Hong, stop talking nonsense. We don't even know how long we'll live. We might be out there tomorrow. Why provoke that kid?"

Hong Qitian was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

He then looked at the burly man, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and laughed and cursed, "Good heavens! Zhang Manzi, with your build and how tough you are, I feel like even if I die and turn to ashes, you'd still be jumping around and wrestling with ghosts! What nonsense are you spouting?"

The burly man surnamed Zhang, embarrassed by Hong Qitian's retort, seemed to lose face and tried to argue in a muffled voice, "What do you know? This is..."

"What is it?!"

Hong Qitian interrupted him directly, his gaze sweeping over the other elderly men whose eyes were slightly fluctuating. "You're all old foxes, what are you playing at? Do you really think I can't see through your little schemes?"

These words seem to have struck a nerve with some people.

Everyone's eyes dimmed slightly.

Seeing this, Hong Qitian softened his tone, but it still carried a hint of teasing: "Alright, alright, don't be so serious. This kid seems different to me. Maybe he really can make it?"

……

at the same time.

Fang Qingyu had already followed Jiang Wei to the airspace above Shangjing City.

The moment of arrival.

The surrounding scenery underwent a dramatic and earth-shattering change.

The hustle and bustle of the city below made the outlines of the buildings disappear instantly.

Instead.

It was an incredibly dazzling, intense light.

It seemed like an instant.

Then it stepped from the human world into the core of the sun.

An intensely high temperature instantly descended, distorting and boiling the air.

If it weren't for Fang Qingyu's body, which had just broken through to the Divine Prison Realm, spontaneously operating and forming a powerful internal circulation to resist this external force as his blood and qi surged, it would have been a different story.

In addition, he subconsciously activated the [Origin of Fire].

Try to adapt to or even assimilate to the high temperatures of this environment.

They will likely suffer severe damage the moment they enter.

Even so, Fang Qingyu felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and his vision went completely white.

Several seconds passed.

I barely managed to get used to the terrible light.

Gradually, I was able to see the surrounding scenery more clearly.

This place seems to be a strange space made entirely of light and heat.

There was nothing beneath my feet.

It stands firmly without any support.

Above the head.

A red sun, seemingly within reach, hung low in the sky, radiating boundless light and heat.

And this suffocating environment.

It was merely the area illuminated by the afterglow of that red sun.

Fang Qingyu's gaze slowly turned to the very center of this space.

That is the source of all light and heat.

It is the place where thousands of the most dazzling and concentrated beams of light finally converge.

At the absolute focal point of the light.

Two figures were silently facing each other.

One of them was the long-unseen Zhulong.

And her current attire.

She also returned to the way she looked when Fang Qingyu first met her.

One of them wore a black imperial robe embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers. He wore a nine-tassel crown with twelve tassels hanging down, shimmering with the light of day, completely obscuring his face.

Only a majestic and vast outline remains.

He exuded an unparalleled majesty that ruled over all heavens and controlled light and darkness.

Opposite to the Candle Dragon, at the center where all those beams of light finally converge.

It was a black figure engulfed by endless radiance.

The light was so intense that only a vague outline could be seen.

He is that one.

Zhulong clearly sensed Fang Qingyu's arrival.

The face, obscured by the crown, turned slightly toward Fang Qingyu.

He nodded very slightly.

The meaning is obvious.

This was to reassure Fang Qingyu.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all, and strode towards the core where light and heat converged, towards the black figure that was focused by thousands of beams of light.

The closer to the center, the higher the temperature.

Until they were about five or six steps away from the black figure.

Fang Qingyu felt that he could not get any closer.

They stopped then and did not force their way forward.

He didn't try to look directly at the dazzling, impenetrable light; instead, he lowered his eyelids slightly, his voice calm and clear as he spoke:
"You want to see me?"

Fang Qingyu spoke in a flat tone, without using any honorifics.

In his mind, the other party was an enemy, a high-ranking player who manipulated the fate of all living beings, and not on the same path as humanity, so there was no need to respect them.

And the black figure focused by the endless beams of light.

He seemed to be sizing up Fang Qingyu the whole time.

He did not respond immediately upon hearing his question.

This silent scrutiny lasted for quite some time.

Finally, a voice rang out.

It was a woman's voice.

Calm and indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuations.

It resonated deep within Fang Qingyu's heart.

"strangeness."

He only said those two words.

Fang Qingyu felt a slight chill, but his face remained expressionless.

He didn't know what the other person meant by "strange".

So he remained silent, simply gazing calmly at the area submerged in light, waiting for the other party to continue.

The figure didn't seem to expect Fang Qingyu's answer. It slightly raised its head, and although Fang Qingyu couldn't see its face, he could feel that the other's gaze was focused on him again.

Then, the calm female voice rang out again:

"Promise me one thing, and I'll leave this world."

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

I didn't expect them to be so direct.

Despite a multitude of thoughts racing through his mind and his alertness at its peak, Fang Qingyu showed no hesitation on his face. He almost nodded slightly, responding succinctly to the other party's words:
"can."

He wanted to hear what conditions this supreme being would propose.

The other party seemed unsurprised by Fang Qingyu's straightforward answer.

The woman's voice rang out immediately afterward.

"Tell me, why is your cultivation speed so fast?!"

this problem.

This made Fang Qingyu's heart clench tightly.

However, Fang Qingyu's expression and eyes did not reveal the slightest abnormality.

It was as calm as an ancient well or a deep pool.

this problem.

Actually, it involves Fang Qingyu's biggest secret.

Hong Qitian didn't ask, Jiang Wei didn't ask, Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng...
None of the people who knew him well and witnessed his growth asked him.

Anyone who knows Fang Qingyu even slightly understands that his cultivation speed is definitely abnormal. After all, what kind of good person can cultivate from an ordinary person to a fifth-level combat power in just one year?
Even the offspring of gods, and all the many human heroes who have appeared throughout history, have never achieved such terrifying speed.

But no one has ever asked Fang Qingyu this question.

Everyone maintained a tacit understanding and did not pry into the matter.

And the answer to this question.

It actually concerns Fang Qingyu's biggest secret.

The nameless map in my mind.

Even now, Fang Qingyu still doesn't know what this map is, where it came from, or why it appeared in his mind.

And at this moment, there is this being before me.

They clearly noticed the abnormality in his growth rate, which far exceeded what could be explained by so-called talent.

Fang Qingyu's brain was working at an unprecedented speed, frantically searching for a solution. Telling the truth was impossible.

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

In reality, only one second had passed.

Fang Qingyu remained calm and slowly shook his head:
"do not know."

This answer is neither an admission nor a denial; it is more like an ignorance of one's own situation.

The question was thrown back to the other party.

This also leaves room for maneuver.

However, the other party was clearly not satisfied with this answer.

The calm female voice rang out again, this time tinged with indifference:
“Even you were created by me. Do you think I wouldn’t be able to see your innate talent?”

"Above average. Logically speaking, to cultivate to your current level of life, even with extraordinary encounters, honing your foundation, tempering your will, and accumulating resources, it would take at least a hundred years of refinement."

"But you, it only took you a year."

Fang Qingyu listened.

His expression remained unchanged.

They even completely ignored the sudden, inexplicable pressure around them.

Then, in a calm voice, he began to speak:
"When I was a child, I was playful and liked to fold paper airplanes."

The figure in the light paused slightly upon hearing this.

But he didn't interrupt; he just listened quietly.

Fang Qingyu continued slowly, "Back then, I thought it was just a piece of paper, folded and rolled, flying out, picked up, and then flying away again."

Even though I knew I might be the first person in the department to figure out that folding method, I didn't think it was anything special; I just thought it was fun.

"But later, there was a little boy in the yard who was a bit younger than me. In order to learn how to fold paper airplanes from me, he was willing to exchange the two white steamed buns he had saved for me."

Fang Qingyu's tone carried an indescribable emotion: "Back then, I was so hungry that my stomach was practically sticking to my back. I never imagined that a way of folding a paper airplane could actually buy me a meal and satisfy my hunger."

After speaking, Fang Qingyu paused.

My gaze refocused on the figure in the light and shadow:

"Just like you."

"I don't know what the original legends were like. How humanity was born, how it struggled, and how it survived under the rules you set—you probably know all of that."

"But you probably never expected this either."

"The Heavenly Dao will look down upon humanity now, and will allow us, the creators, to steal a sliver of power that truly belongs to us, and to forge our own path, right?"

"Paper airplanes can be exchanged for steamed buns, and humanity can receive the favor of Heaven. Perhaps there are many unexpected and uncertain things in this world. Could this also be considered a kind of truth?"

Fang Qingyu's voice fell.

This space, bathed in intense light and heat, fell into a long silence.

The convergence of countless beams of light rippled slightly.

The figure in the light and shadow did not move, but Fang Qingyu could sense that the omnipresent sense of scrutiny seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

A long time, a long time.

The calm female voice rang out again, its tone seemingly carrying a hint of realization, or perhaps self-mockery.

"You're right."

"I never imagined that I would wander and observe the human world for so many years, witnessing countless cycles of reincarnation and change."

"Such a simple principle, and you actually need to tell me it?"

"Hehehe"

As they were talking, the figure in the light and shadow suddenly let out a soft laugh.

As she chuckled, the countless blazing beams of light focused on her began to dim and dissipate at a visible speed.

It's as if ice and snow meet the sun and quietly melt away.

Behind them, the Candle Dragon, who had been maintaining this red sun space and confronting the one in the confrontation, had a slight look of surprise in his eyes behind his face, which was covered by twelve crown tassels.

He clearly hadn't expected it.

The other party actually began to disperse their resistance.

Zhulong raised his hand, a faint light swirling at his fingertips, as if he wanted to draw upon the power of the red sun to make another move.

But it was too late.

That figure had completely broken free from the ultimate restraint of those thousands of beams of light.

All the light around her seemed to lose its meaning.

She was still shrouded in a hazy halo, making it impossible to see her true face.

Then, turning slightly towards Zhulong, he said softly:

"Okay, sister."

"You've made me sit here bored with you for months, and I haven't even blamed you."

"Now, I want to leave."

"If you still want to take action..."

"That's really going too far."

The tone of the sentence was flat, even carrying a hint of mockery.

But what he heard was heard by the Candle Dragon.

This caused the ancient deity to pause slightly.

Zhulong stared at the hazy light and shadow, remaining silent for a full three breaths.

Finally, the raised hand slowly lowered.

The faint light that flowed from the fingertips quietly disappeared.

Seeing this, the one seemed satisfied.

He turned his gaze down at Fang Qingyu, who was standing below.

Although he still couldn't see her face clearly, Fang Qingyu could sense that she was looking at him.

"you are interesting."

The woman's voice rang out again, still calm, but seemingly tinged with an inscrutable interest.

"Therefore, I will keep my promise."

Her voice was drawn out slightly, with a prophetic tone.

"But your time..."

"Not many left!~"

The last word rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of mockery.

As soon as the words were spoken, the hazy light began to fade, like a reflection in water ruffled by the wind, quickly becoming blurry and transparent.
Finally, under Fang Qingyu's watchful gaze.

It completely dissipated into the intensely bright and hot space of the red sun, leaving no trace.

It's like it never happened.

……

From beginning to end, Fang Qingyu was unable to clearly see what that person looked like.

Previously enveloped by thousands of beams of light, it was now surrounded by a hazy halo after breaking free, making it mysterious and unpredictable.

Fortunately, it dissipated and departed on its own initiative.

This sudden crisis seems to have been temporarily averted.

Fang Qingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around to look at Zhulong and Jiang Wei behind him to ask about Zhulong's situation and the next steps.

However, just as he turned his head...
A suppressed groan suddenly rang out.

The source of the sound was Zhulong, who stood beneath the red sun, having just dispelled his divine light and revealed his true form in a black imperial robe.

Her imposing figure suddenly swayed.

It was as if all the support had been lost in an instant.

The radiance of the imperial robes around him dimmed rapidly.

At the same time, the entire Red Sun Space that she was maintaining began to crack under the strain.

Click, click, click.
Countless black cracks appeared in the sky, like shattered glass, spreading rapidly.

The empty, radiant ground beneath their feet began to shake violently and collapse.

The hanging red sun, which provided endless light and heat, also became flickering.

"elder sister!"

Jiang Wei exclaimed in surprise, and a red shadow flashed, instantly appearing beside Zhulong.

He caught her swaying body.

Her beautiful face was filled with anxiety and worry.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyu's expression changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to step forward to check the situation.

But just as he took his first step...
Boom! ! !

The entire Red Sun Space completely collapsed.

Like a broken glass cup, countless fragments of light and heat scattered and flew in all directions, only to quickly vanish into nothingness.

The surrounding scenery changed instantly.

Below, the massive city of Shangjing, shrouded in a pale blue force field, reappeared in view.

In the distance, the hill where Hong Qitian and the others were located was also clearly visible.

They returned to the real world.

High in the sky, only Zhulong, pale-faced and being supported by Jiang Wei, and Fang Qingyu, who had just regained his footing, remained.

Jiang Wei, supporting Zhulong, looked up at Fang Qingyu and said quickly, "I need to take my sister away for a bit first."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu immediately suppressed his doubts and worries.

Without hesitation, he nodded: "Okay! Go quickly!"

Jiang Wei gave Fang Qingyu a deep look, said nothing more, and a red light shone around her, enveloping her and Zhulong.

The next moment, their figures blurred instantly, as if merging into the void, disappearing silently from their original spot.

Fang Qingyu hovered high in the sky, gazing in the direction they had disappeared, his brows furrowed.

The situation of Zhulong is clearly not optimistic.

In order to keep that one in check for several months, she paid a price far beyond imagination.

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

He temporarily suppressed his worries about Zhulong, then turned into a streak of light.

They sped towards the mountain where Hong Qitian and the others were.

At this moment, the number of people on the hilltop was much smaller than when he left.

Clearly, after seeing him appear safely and the aura of that person completely disappear, many powerful figures had already quietly left.

When he landed on the hilltop.

Apart from Hong Qitian, his son Hong Qitian, and a few elderly men who seemed to have close ties with the Hong family, the rest of them had long since disappeared.

Hong Qitian looked at Fang Qingyu, who had returned safely.

A hint of relief flashed uncontrollably in his cloudy old eyes, followed by a rare slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile tinged with mockery and inquiry. He looked Fang Qingyu up and down and teased, "..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, kid, not bad! You came back unscathed? How about it? Could it be that you've really been noticed?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then felt speechless.

This old man's thought process.
If I remember correctly, that woman's husband was the legendary creator of the human race, renowned for his virtue.
The moment his thought crossed his mind, Hong Qitian's expression changed drastically.

He quickly covered his father's mouth and whispered, "Dad! You son of a bitch!"

This kind of joke is not to be taken lightly.

It involves the names and relationships of those beings.

Who knows what unpredictable signals it might trigger?

Hong Qitian seemed to realize he had misspoke, so he pulled his son's hand away, coughed twice awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment, and then changed the subject, saying, "Ahem, well, it's alright, it's alright."

Fang Qingyu shook his head helplessly, his gaze sweeping over the empty hilltops around him.

Hong Qitian followed his gaze and naturally understood his question. He smiled and explained, "Don't be fooled by their seemingly deadpan expressions and how fast they run like rabbits."

"But I can guarantee you, if something had really happened to you in there just now, and you had shown any signs of being unable to hold on, those old guys would have rushed in even faster than I have."

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

It's not that he doesn't want to believe it.

The previous behavior of those powerful individuals didn't seem like the type to do such a thing.

"Ah"

Hong Qitian chuckled, patted Fang Qingyu on the shoulder, and beckoned to him and the others around him.

"Let's go, talk as we go."

The group took to the air and slowly flew towards the direction of Shangjing City.

As Hong Qitian flew, he continued, his tone tinged with emotion: "We've gotten used to their appearance, and we have no choice but to get used to it."

"Over the years, our human race has produced many exceptionally talented individuals, some of whom have shown even more dazzling potential than you initially did."

"They weren't always so indifferent."

"I was enthusiastic and taught him everything I knew, wishing I could give him all my knowledge and resources to nurture him and help him grow up quickly so he could support the human race."

"But later, they discovered that forming too deep a bond with these new prodigies was often not a good thing."

Fang Qingyu flew beside him, listening quietly, lost in thought.

Hong Qitian glanced at him and went straight to the point: "Take me, for example."

"If one day I were to die, either at the hands of an enemy you can't reach, or from exhaustion while doing something I have to do, what would you do?"

Fang Qingyu answered almost instinctively, "Let's take revenge."

Hong Qitian listened, a satisfied expression on his face, and nodded: "That's right! That makes sense!"

"Moreover, given your personality, it's probably not just a simple matter of revenge. You'd likely spare no expense and exhaust all your strength to find and crush your enemy, wouldn't you?"

Fang Qingyu remained silent, offering no denial.

Hong Qitian sighed: "That's the problem."

"They...we old folks, none of us know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."

"If every successor we place high hopes on is affected by our departure."

"Then our existence has become an obstacle for them."

"So, from a very long time ago, they gradually became like this. It's not that they don't care; on the contrary, it's because they care too much that they choose to protect themselves with indifference and distance."

"They value you, these sparks of hope, far more than their own lives. They just won't say it out loud."

After listening to Hong Qitian's explanation...

Fang Qingyu fell into a long silence.

A sudden realization dawned on me.

If that's the case, then he can understand.

Those present were among the most powerful and elite in the human world.

If even they are not united.
How can they possibly contend with the spirits and deities of fate then?!
While several people were talking.

It has already flown to the edge of Beijing.

However, the troops and officials from the Sanctuary Bureau who were originally supposed to be stationed on the city's outskirts were actually soldiers and government personnel.

They have vanished without a trace.

The relaxed smile on Hong Qitian's face vanished instantly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He slowly reached out and pressed his hand towards the seemingly transparent force field in front of him.

A sudden resistance came.

The old man's hand was firmly blocked outside the force field.
The strangeness of the force field still exists.

It did not disappear with that person's departure.

(End of this chapter)