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Time passed in this Mirage Dragon Swamp, shrouded in distorted rules.

It felt like an exceptionally long, drawn-out process.

It also seems to be infinitely compressed at extreme speeds.

Kuafu, carrying Fang Qingyu on his shoulder, had been running non-stop for three whole months in this boundless and strange land.

The sound of the wind in my ears has become an eternal howl.

The twisted giant trees and colorful poisonous miasma on both sides had long since turned into blurry streams of light.

If Kuafu hadn't used his immense blood and energy to isolate most of the wind pressure and the erosion of the rules...

Just this three-month-long journey.

That alone would be enough to make an ordinary fourth-tier expert unable to withstand it.

Fang Qingyu stood on Kuafu's broad right shoulder, as stable as a rock, his blue robes fluttering behind him.

He spent most of his time immersed in his body.

I continue to digest the profound insights gained from the return of all things to their origin.

At the same time, it alertly sensed its surroundings.

Although the terrifying streaks of light behind them had long since disappeared, the swamp itself still harbored countless unpredictable dangers.

Over the course of three months, they suffered no fewer than dozens of attacks.

There are swarms of eerie flying insects hidden in the miasma that can corrode the soul.

There are giant, tentacle-like monster plants lurking beneath the black waters of the swamp, capable of suddenly unleashing terrifying strangulation power.

On one occasion, they even stumbled into a silent realm where the rule was to deprive people of sound. If Kuafu hadn't forced his way out using his extraordinary perception of the earth's tremors, he probably would have been trapped and died there.
Each time, Kuafu relied on his terrifying speed and strength to force his way through or cleverly evade, never stopping his running pace.

Now we can be fairly certain about Fang Qingyu.

The legend of Kuafu chasing the sun until he died from exhaustion.

It all started because of myself.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in his eyes.

Even though Kuafu's aura remained as powerful as the sea, and his steps as steady as a mountain.

But that continuous, uninterrupted all-out effort.

The resulting costs are real.

Fang Qingyu could even vaguely sense that the surging blood and qi within Kuafu's body, which was like a furnace, had inevitably shown a slight, imperceptible decline during this long chase.

So Fang Qingyu spoke up.

“We’ve been running for three months straight without stopping. Why don’t we stop and rest for a bit? Even if it’s just for a moment.”

Kuafu's enormous head twitched slightly.

Its eyes, like those of a lava lake, still gazed ahead.

Even the rhythm of his breathing remained unchanged.

He immediately shook his head, his muffled voice resonating deep within Fang Qingyu's heart, as calm and steady as ever: "I'm not tired."

This sentence, over the course of these three months.

Fang Qingyu had heard it many times.

Each time, Kuafu's answer was always those three simple words.

Without the slightest hesitation or impatience.

However, what Fang Qingyu didn't know was...

At this moment, in Kuafu's seemingly simple thoughts, there was only one idea.

It had become his only obsession.

That is to follow the ancient mission left by the Great Ancestor, and at all costs, escort the person on our shoulders, the one destined for calamity as prophesied by the Human Emperor, safely to the core of the inheritance.

He can run for a year, ten years, or even longer to achieve this goal!
As long as his body can still move.

This unwavering belief sustained him through exhaustion and allowed him to ignore the drain on his energy.

Deep in his memory.

That great-grandfather, as warm and majestic as the sun.

The Emperor Yan, who once led humanity through countless hardships in the primordial wilderness, lovingly stroked his young head and told him:

"Child, remember, the Kuafu clan was born of the earth and grew up running."

"As long as you keep moving forward, no one on this land can catch up with you."

These words were etched into Kuafu's soul like a brand.

The result at this moment.

Just as Emperor Yan Gaozu said.

Over the past three months, although we have still encountered some reckless and terrifying gods, demons and monsters on the road, driven by greed, blocking our way.

But the level of these attackers.

They were far inferior to the top experts who initially surrounded Fang Qingyu on the periphery of the swamp.

This means that none of the pursuers, including the unfathomable Zhunti Daoist, could truly catch up with Kuafu's pace.

Of course, this is also inseparable from his relentless running day and night.

"It'll be soon. It'll be soon."

Kuafu silently sensed what lay ahead.

He could sense that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

Hope seemed to be right before our eyes.

However, the day did not fulfill everyone's wish.

Or rather, this place was the ultimate trial ground meticulously prepared by Emperor Fuxi and the ancient sages.

We will never let anyone reach the finish line so easily.

Just as Kuafu, carrying Fang Qingyu, was rushing toward a huge, bottomless cliff that had suddenly appeared, as usual, preparing to leap across it.

Sudden changes occur.

The cliff appears extremely abruptly.

There was no end in sight on either side, and below was pure darkness.

Kuafu had become accustomed to such terrain changes over the past three months.

His massive feet slammed onto the edge of the cliff, and as the rocks crumbled, his enormous body, imbued with terrifying power, soared into the air and leaped toward the opposite bank.

According to past experience.

He could cross that distance in a single step.

However, just as he leaped into the air above the abyss...

"咻咻咻——!!"

From the deathly silent, dark abyss below, countless black, viscous tentacles suddenly emerged.

These tentacles moved at an abnormally fast speed, seemingly ignoring the distance in space. As soon as they appeared, they spread and coiled upwards as if they were alive.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The tentacles, like a persistent leech, instantly wrapped around Kuafu's ankles.

And it spread rapidly upwards.

The power emanating from those tentacles was astonishing.

"Roar--!"

Kuafu let out a roar of shock and rage, his blood and qi surging as he tried to shatter these strange tentacles.

But those tentacles were extremely tough and seemed to be able to absorb his power.

It only shook slightly, but instead became even more tightly entangled.

Then an irresistible force came from below and pulled it down sharply.

Kuafu's enormous body, which could blot out the sky, was like a kite with a broken string, losing all momentum in the face of this terrifying power.

Uncontrollably plummeting rapidly into the bottomless darkness below.

"Your Mightiness!"

At this critical moment, Kuafu's first thought was not his own safety, but Fang Qingyu on his shoulder.

His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing at his right shoulder.

He wanted to grab Fang Qingyu before he completely fell, and then use all his strength to throw him toward the opposite cliff, hoping to give him a chance to survive.

This was the only way he could think of to save Fang Qingyu in this desperate situation.

However, how could the true target of that abyss, or rather, this meticulously planned trap, overlook Fang Qingyu?
Almost at the same moment that Kuafu reached out his hand.

Another group of thinner, yet faster black tentacles appeared out of thin air around Fang Qingyu, instantly enveloping him.

next moment.

A tremendous pulling force came, and Fang Qingyu was completely wrapped up by those tentacles, falling into the abyss at a speed faster than Kuafu falling!

Kuafu's enormous hand barely managed to grab the spot where Fang Qingyu had been standing.

But all they managed to catch was a fleeting afterimage.

He watched helplessly as Fang Qingyu was swallowed by the black tentacles and disappeared into the deep darkness before him.

So Kuafu struggled frantically.

He tried to break off the tentacles on his feet to rescue Fang Qingyu.

But the tentacles were incredibly tough, and they continuously provided terrifying pulling force from below.

Five seconds!

From the appearance of the tentacles to the moment when Kuafu and Fang Qingyu were both dragged into the abyss.

The whole process was breathtakingly fast.

Less than five seconds had passed.

Above the precipice, deathly silence returned.

Only the dense darkness rolled silently below, as if nothing had ever happened.

……

Shortly after the two completely disappeared into the abyss.

The void above the cliff rippled slightly like water, and a figure slowly emerged.

It was none other than the Daoist Zhunti, dressed in a Daoist robe, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, his face now cold and aloof.

He was suspended in the air.

Those deep, starry eyes swept across the empty cliff in front of him and the deathly silence below, where even his divine sense seemed to sink into darkness as if into a mud ox entering the sea.

His brows furrowed involuntarily. "The life force has completely ceased here."

Zhunti murmured softly, his tone filled with disbelief and astonishment, "Did the Human Emperor foresee this all along? Why would he go to such great lengths to bestow upon that giant who only knows how to run the true meaning of the Law of Speed ​​at the perfect level?"

Over the past three months.

Not only did Kuafu not stop for a moment, but Zhunti also worked tirelessly without sleep.

He used many escape techniques and even some of his most secret spatial abilities.

They attempted to intercept or catch up with Kuafu.

However, the result left him feeling extremely frustrated and shocked.

Kuafu's understanding and application of the law of speed, coupled with his invincible physical body.

No matter what methods he uses.

They could only hang far behind, unable to truly close the distance.

This completely overturned his understanding of the Kuafu clan.

Even the understanding of practitioners who cultivate their physical bodies.

He originally thought that this chase would continue until the entrance to the Land of Inheritance, at which point they would compete for it using their own methods.

Unexpectedly, at this seemingly ordinary cliff, the auras of Kuafu and Fang Qingyu suddenly disappeared.

This is something that cannot be achieved through ordinary means.

With Kuafu's perfect speed law and powerful physique, even if he was no match for him, it was absolutely impossible for him to be subdued silently in an instant.

Fang Qingyu, though possessing immense potential.

But at this stage, it's even less likely that they will have the ability to escape his perception.

"Who exactly is behind this? Or is this place itself part of the test of inheritance?"

Zhunti Daoist's mind raced, his powerful divine sense scanning every inch of space near the cliff again and again, trying to find any clue.

However, nothing was found.

All traces abruptly ceased at the edge of that precipice.

It was as if the two of them had vanished into thin air.

After a long while, Zhunti Daoist's gaze lingered.

Only then did it lock onto the bottomless darkness below the cliff.

He stared into the dense darkness.

It was as if they wanted to see right through it.

Time passed slowly, with only the faint, eerie sound of wind emanating from the depths of the swamp.

Suddenly, Master Zhunti's brow twitched.

As if sensing something, his expression instantly turned somewhat unpleasant.

He stared into the darkness, his voice icy as he spoke, as if addressing the void, or questioning some hidden entity:
"Even you're getting involved!?"

His voice echoed before the desolate cliff, carrying a hint of suppressed anger.

The words fell.

The darkness below the cliff remained unchanged in form.

But a faint, indistinct voice, neither clearly male nor female, slowly rang out, directly answering Zhunti's question:
"You're a dying old geezer, why aren't you home preparing your coffin? What business is it of yours with me?!"

These words were extremely rude.

Surprisingly, when Zhunti Daoist heard these extremely insulting words, his icy expression did not worsen.

It was more like they had confirmed something.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He showed no anger, nor did he show any sign of taking immediate action.

Clearly, he was extremely familiar with and also extremely wary of the being lurking in the darkness.

After a moment of silence, Daoist Zhunti seemed to have weighed the pros and cons.

His tone softened, adopting a negotiating manner:

“This child is of great use to me. If you are willing to hand him over to me, I am willing to exchange him for three innate treasures.”

The price paid was undeniably heavy.

Primordial treasures are rare gems born of heaven and earth, containing the laws of the Great Dao. Even for a saint-level being like Zhunti, they are precious treasures that are enough to make his heart flutter.

He was willing to give up three items for Fang Qingyu.

However, in the darkness below, the ethereal voice paused for a moment after hearing the condition, and then let out a series of mocking laughs.

"Hehe. Hahaha."

Laughter echoed in the darkness, carrying a sense of absurdity born of a profound understanding of the world.

After the laughter subsided, the voice rang out again, its tone even more sarcastic:

"You, you, now that you've reached this state, with your soul and spirit about to perish, are you still indulging in the pipe dream of turning that illusion into the real world?"

These words caused the muscles on the usually placid face of the Daoist Zhunti to twitch almost imperceptibly.

But he forced himself to remain calm.

Asked rhetorically:
"Why not?! This world is based on the origin of creation, and all the myriad paths manifest as reality. If we can obtain its core inheritance and complete the last piece of the puzzle, we might be able to turn the charade into reality and transform the illusion into the tangible!"

"At that time, you will all be able to break free from your cage and truly live in this world!"

The being in the darkness listened to his grand ambitions, but was not moved in the slightest.

Instead, he let out another cold laugh filled with pity:
"How pitiful and pathetic."

Immediately, the voice responded decisively:

"Handing this boy over is absolutely impossible. If you want him, come down and find him yourself. But don't blame me for not warning you, if you dare to come in, you'll probably die even faster."

"I've thought it through myself."

After he finished speaking, the darkness below the cliff seemed to lose all its vitality, and even the ethereal voice disappeared completely, no longer paying attention to the Taoist Zhunti hanging in the sky.

All around, a deathly silence returned.

Zhunti Daoist hovered in the air, his expression constantly changing.

He stared intently at the darkness below that seemed to devour everything, his eyes filled with resentment and struggle.

He really didn't dare to go down.

That exists below.

It is one of the ancient monsters that even in his prime he was unwilling to provoke easily.

After a long while, Master Zhunti let out a sigh.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure slowly faded, eventually disappearing completely above the cliff as if merging into the air.

He chose to retreat temporarily.

……

And at the same time.

This dark bottom.

Contrary to what outsiders might have imagined, Fang Qingyu and Kuafu were not currently suffering from terrifying attacks or torment.

The two landed on a patch of ground.

All around was endless darkness.

Even with Fang Qingyu's eyesight, he could only see a few feet around him, no matter how hard he tried.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Kuafu's muffled, thunderous voice echoed in the darkness.

Despite his enormous size, he moved with unusual caution after landing in this dark place, his huge hands carefully protecting Fang Qingyu.

"I am fine."

Fang Qingyu responded in a calm voice.

He quickly checked himself and found that apart from the chilling aura he had felt when the tentacles had entangled him, which had caused his blood and qi to stagnate slightly, he had not suffered any substantial damage.

That chilling aura was quickly dispelled after he activated the Primordial Creation Strategy.

The two then sat back to back.

He cautiously surveyed the surrounding darkness.

No rash actions.

Everything that just happened was too sudden; the owner of that black tentacle possessed unfathomable strength.

It could even forcibly pull Kuafu into the abyss.

Its level of terror is probably no less than that of Zhunti.

With friend and foe unclear and the environment unknown, taking rash action would be unwise.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in this absolute darkness.

I don't know how much time passed; it could have been a moment or several hours.

Just as Fang Qingyu and Kuafu were on high alert, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.
Without warning, the darkness ahead slowly parted to both sides.

It was as if the curtain of a stage was drawn back by an invisible hand.

It wasn't that the light dispelled the darkness, but rather that the darkness itself, as if possessing life and will, voluntarily retreated.

As the darkness receded, a faint ray of light seeped in from the end of the separated passage.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared, bathed in the warm light.

I walked slowly from the end of that passage.

She wore a long palace dress with a black base and embroidered with dark gold patterns, the hem of which trailed on the ground, exuding elegance and nobility.

She wore a simple, antique-style crown adorned with tassels, which slightly covered part of her forehead.

Her face appeared somewhat hazy in the halo of light.

But that unparalleled elegance, and those blackboard-like eyes that seemed to contain endless stars and could reverse light and shadow...
Fang Qingyu was quite familiar with him.

His facial expression couldn't help but freeze slightly.

"Lord Zhulong!?"

wrong.

The idea had just popped into my head.

Fang Qingyu felt that the Zhulong in front of him was not quite the same as the one in the real world.

The dragon before me is Zhulong.
She seems... a bit younger!? (End of Chapter)