Start by conquering the world with unlimited job opportunities.

Emperor Gaozu?

A hint of curiosity flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

If the giant leader is such a terrifying being, what kind of person is the one whom he respectfully calls "Great Ancestor"?

He was the ancient ancestor of the Kuafu tribe.

Or was it some powerful being from the primordial era who had a connection with the Kuafu tribe?
The question flashed through my mind like lightning.

But at this moment, Fang Qingyu had no mind to delve into it.

The most urgent task is to leave this eerie swamp.

How long did this deep retreat last?

Fang Qingyu had absolutely no idea.

Perhaps a few days, perhaps several months?
Even years
It is not impossible.

We have already been stuck inside the original martial arts training ground for a very long time.

The external situation is constantly changing.

It's unclear how far the war between humans and the Fates has progressed.

The current situation of Xiao Jiang, Wei Banmeng, and Chu Kuanglan is also unknown.

Are Grandpa Hong and the others alright?
Thinking about all this, a sense of urgency welled up in Fang Qingyu's heart.

Can't wait any longer.

Fang Qingyu suddenly stood up and stood on the huge jade leaf, his green robes fluttering even without wind.

He glanced one last time at the mountain-like giant figure at the entrance, then turned his head and focused all his attention on the deeper parts of the Mirage Dragon Swamp.

Since the entrance is blocked, there is no way to circulate the perimeter.

Therefore, the only way to survive must be hidden in the very core area of ​​this forbidden land.

Perhaps there lies an exit from this world.

Or there may be a key to breaking the rules here.

With a thought, silver lightning flashed around his body once more.

Although restricted by the rules, the speed and range of Lightning Release are far inferior to those in the outside world.

However, after the baptism of returning to the source of all laws, Fang Qingyu's control over the power of thunder is now more exquisite and subtle, the lightning is more condensed, and the consumption is also less.

Fang Qingyu then transformed into a winding streak of silver lightning and, without further hesitation, sped off into the depths.

……

But in a place where Fang Qingyu couldn't see.

As he rose and rushed into the depths of the swamp, the giant murmured something.

Finally, they took the first step and officially entered the Mirage Dragon Swamp.

However, the moment he stepped in...

The entire primordial world seemed to have been rippled by a stone thrown into it.

"Boom!"

The enormous foot of Kuafu stepped into the muddy edge of the swamp, causing a tremor far beyond what was expected.

This tremor seems to have affected more than just the earth.

It was as if some forbidden switch that had been dormant for countless years had been triggered.

Beneath the endless abyss of darkness.

Pairs of enormous, scarlet, cold, and greedy eyes suddenly opened from their eternal slumber.

They sensed that throbbing deep within their blood, that crucial opportunity concerning the future rise and fall of their race.

The next moment, countless terrifying auras tore through the darkness, carrying a nauseating stench, and surged wildly toward the swamp.

There are ancient ferocious beasts forgotten by time.

Or perhaps it is an evil monster that has sunk to the depths of the earth.

The bottom of the vast and boundless ocean.

The enormous creature stirred up the vast ocean, creating turbulent undercurrents.

A massive shadow rose from the deepest trench, its scales gleaming with an eerie light as they opened and closed, its intent locked onto the swamp on the continent.

The roars of dragons, or perhaps other ancient sea overlords, break through the water's surface, riding towering waves, and rush off.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in the heavens, where the fierce winds howl.

Giant birds with wings that blotted out the sky let out cries that could pierce through gold and split rocks. They circled atop the clouds, their gazes penetrating the void, as they too felt that mysterious call.

In an instant, streaks of light flashed across the sky.

They were all powerful flying divine beasts or demonic birds.

A vast land, nestled among mountains and valleys.

Countless powerful demons and strange beasts that had been cultivating in seclusion emerged from their caves and appeared from the dense forest.

They come in all shapes and sizes; some are auspicious, while others are ferocious.

Without exception, they all possess terrifying strength.

At this moment, they all turned towards the swamp, roaring and surging, forming terrifying hordes of beasts.

All spirits are restless, all because of one person.

The existence of Fang Qingyu, and the arrival of Kuafu.

May all powerful beings who sense this fluctuation, regardless of their stance, understand.
A variable that could potentially determine the future landscape of the primordial world has emerged.

Driven by greed, summoned by a mission, or drawn by curiosity, they all converged on the Mirage Dragon Swamp.

……

at the same time.

In that ethereal, secluded fairyland amidst the sea of ​​clouds, a hidden paradise.

Inside a magnificent palace, radiating golden light and auspicious energy.

A middle-aged emperor, wearing an imperial crown and a robe with nine dragons, with a majestic face tinged with weariness and determination, was gazing into the distance from the railing.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, reaching the swamp below shrouded in multicolored miasma.

When he saw Kuafu step in and felt the vibration that stirred all living beings, his fingers, gripping the railing tightly, turned slightly white from the force.
She murmured softly, "The hope of Heaven rests on this person. We must act before he grows up, no matter what."

In front of a simple thatched hut that exudes endless Taoist charm.

An elderly man, who looked like he was about to die and would disappear with the wind at any moment, was trembling as he watered a lotus.

When the ripples came from the direction of the swamp.

He paused slightly while watering, and a brilliant, indescribable light suddenly burst forth from his murky eyes, where the whites of his eyes were almost invisible.

His dry skin wrinkled, revealing an almost silent smile.

He spoke in a voice only he could hear: "The great era has begun. I, an old Daoist, have finally waited for this day."

The words have not yet fallen.

His figure slowly dissipated like wisps of smoke, as if he had never existed.

Above auspicious clouds.

An elderly man with an air of otherworldly grace, a long beard reaching his chest, and a whisk in his hand, was leisurely riding on a cloud with a boy and a girl, both exquisitely beautiful, as if heading to some banquet.

The boy held a jade scroll, and the girl carried a small flower basket; both were radiant with spiritual energy.

Suddenly, the old man had a premonition.

He abruptly stopped on the cloud, lightly flicked his whisk, and his gaze shot like lightning towards the swamp below.

His face showed a mixture of extreme shock and sudden realization.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing the old man suddenly stop and head in the wrong direction, the boy beside him couldn't help but ask curiously, "Aren't we on our way to the Heavenly Court's Grand Ceremony of Elixir? This doesn't seem to be the way to the Heavenly Court."

Upon hearing this, the old man slowly withdrew his gaze, the shock on his face fading into a complex expression. He gently shook his head, his tone resolute: "I'm not going."

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, the young girl beside her showed anxiety on her pretty face. "Your Excellency, this is a rare grand banquet held by the Daoist school, and all the celestial beings will be present. If you don't go, they might blame you, thinking that..."

The old man raised his hand.

He gently interrupted the girl with his whisk. His gaze returned to the distance, as if he could already see countless streaks of light heading towards the swamp. He said calmly, "No need to worry. They will all pass."

Upon hearing this, the two boys looked at each other in bewilderment.

The doubt in his eyes deepened.

The boy was quick-witted. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Your Majesty! Could it be... could it be that the great era you mentioned before has arrived?! The one destined to face this calamity has appeared?!"

Upon hearing the words "the one destined for this calamity," the old man slowly nodded.

A meaningful expression appeared on his face: "Indeed. He has already arrived here."

The two boys gasped in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

The little girl murmured to herself, as if processing the news: "Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors disappeared one after another, the human race's fortune has declined, and it has been suppressed by various forces throughout the world. How could there really be such a person destined to bear great fortune, descending to save the human race? This...this is simply..."

Hearing the girl's whisper, the old man took the initiative to speak.

"In this vast and boundless universe, what can truly be calculated to its end?"

"We were born and raised here. We seem detached, but have we ever truly escaped this cage?"

"Some unexpected variables and some unpredictable trajectories are precisely the laws governing the operation of this universal principle. Stagnant water has no waves; only change can make it flow and endure."

The boy pondered the old man's words, then realized a crucial question and hurriedly asked, "Your Excellency, are we rushing there now to stop the one destined for this calamity?"

According to his teachings and understanding, the current state of the world is already set.

The gods and demons were at the height of their power, while the human race declined.

As transcendent beings of the immortal path, even if they don't kick someone when they're down, they have absolutely no reason to help those of the human race who are facing calamity to rise again.

That would be tantamount to going against the will of Heaven.

However, the old man listened to the boy's words.

She glanced at him with an extremely strange look, a look that contained a hint of pity, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of determination.

He uttered three words softly, which struck the two boys as if they had been struck by lightning:

"of course not."

"This time, we're going to help him."

"Help him?!"

The two boys were completely dumbfounded; this completely overturned their understanding.

Do immortals help people?

Or should we help those destined to face calamity who might disrupt the existing order?
The old man seemed to have anticipated their reaction. He stopped looking at them and turned to face the swamp, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless time and space, seeing into the more distant future.

The voice became ethereal and heavy: "Everyone knows that he is the one destined for humanity's demise, carrying the hope of humanity's revival. But few can foresee, or are unwilling to admit, that he is also the one destined for this world's demise."

"A great calamity is coming, sweeping across all heavens and myriad realms, and no one can escape it."

"Those who are high and mighty think that they can enjoy eternal peace by suppressing the human race are only deceiving themselves."

"The real catastrophe was far beyond their imagination."

"Helping him is not just helping humanity, but also helping ourselves, and helping all living beings in this world, to seek a glimmer of hope! Will we still be able to exist in this world in the future?"

"Perhaps, it really depends on him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man stopped explaining. With a flick of his sleeve, the auspicious cloud beneath his feet instantly changed direction, tearing through the clouds at ten times the speed of before, transforming into a stunning rainbow that shot straight towards the Mirage Dragon Swamp.

Although the two boys were shocked and puzzled, seeing their lord's resolute decision, they dared not ask any more questions and quickly rode their escape lights to follow closely.

The three figures quickly disappeared into the horizon.

……

the other side.

The Great Wall at Sea, A7 Theater.

The battle here is now nearing its end.

But the atmosphere was not simply one of victory and joy.

Instead, it carried a complex sense of relief and a hint of unease, as if it were a surviving disaster.

The scene on the sea was utterly horrific.

The severed limbs of the demons mingled with the broken armor of human soldiers and congealed blood, covering a large area of ​​the sea and turning the seawater a dark red color.

However, in terms of the overall war situation...

Unexpectedly, the human army overwhelmingly defeated the army of the Fate Demons.

All of this stemmed from an unexpected stroke of good fortune that occurred shortly after the start of the war!
Just as Old Master Hong Qitian single-handedly dragged the five royal Dharma forms into the deep sea, creating a crucial opportunity for the human army,

To the surprise of Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and everyone else,
From the flank of the army of ghosts.

Suddenly, a large and powerful new force emerged.

That was a coalition of elite federal troops from neighboring A6 and A8 theaters of war, and even more distant defense zones.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Ghost Army's attention was drawn to the main battlefield and the deep-sea showdown, they launched a thunderous attack from its relatively weak flank.

What's even more exciting is that accompanying this allied force are two fifth-tier generals from the Federation.

Although they were not as renowned as Hong Qitian.

But they are also truly top-tier combat power.

Their arrival instantly reversed the balance of power at the highest levels.

The formation of the Ghost Army was completely disrupted by this sudden and fierce flanking attack.

The front lines were under direct attack from the Dawn Legion, while the flanks suffered fatal blows from the elite coalition forces. Even though the individual forces were strong, they could not reverse the defeat due to the exquisite coordination of the human army and the local situation where they outnumbered the enemy.

The battlefield quickly devolved into a one-sided reaping and pursuit of the dead.

The shouts of battle and the deafening screams of the dead were deafening.

The human warriors fought with increasing ferocity, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming the stubbornly resisting ghosts.

Xiao Jiu and Jiang Qi were stationed at the Great Wall command center, coordinating the overall situation.

A long-lost look of relief finally appeared on his face.

The scales of victory seem to have tipped completely in favor of the human race.

Everyone thought that this unprecedented defensive battle would end in a resounding victory for the human race.

However, just as the battlefield cleanup was about to be completed.

When most of the soldiers began to relax their tense nerves a little.
Changes occur suddenly.

"boom--"

A terrifying roar suddenly came from the far, deep sea.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, vast, and terrifying pressure swept across the entire world as if the entire sky had collapsed.

All living beings, whether human or surviving ghosts, felt their souls tremble at this moment, involuntarily stopping their movements and staring in horror towards the deep sea.

In that airspace, the energy turbulence that had been caused by the fierce battle between the five royal avatars and Hong Qitian was now in disarray.

At this moment, it was forcibly smoothed over by an even more domineering force.

Then, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes...

A figure, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted from that airspace toward the sea at a terrifying speed far exceeding that of free fall.

It's Hong Qitian.

His old cotton-padded jacket was tattered, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper. The once boundless blood and fist intent around him had vanished.

It became extremely dark and chaotic at this moment.

Above the sky, there was a black crack that had existed since the collapse of the Heavenly Court two years ago, stretching across the horizon.

At this moment
It opened slightly.

Immediately following, a calm and indifferent female voice, yet imbued with supreme authority, rang out.

It came clearly from the crack.

It resounded in the ears of every living being:

"Ant."

"Aren't you being incredibly disrespectful to me?!" (End of Chapter)