Chapter 100: Chapter 88: Regrets of the Ancient Past
"Return to the embrace of the origin of all life’s creation."
Fu Qingjun smiled.
At that time, the Sun Golden Tower Dynasty had been destroyed, he absorbed gods and demons, and underwent a fierce transformation.
And now, the Wizard civilization will also face a great calamity, capable of absorbing their souls,
like planting a seed, bearing fruit and returning.
Fu Qingjun was not concerned about this Demon Realm disaster, the war of dark chaos, who wins or loses, even if ruled by evil, what does it matter to him?
To him, they are all ants...
Belonging to the dimension of ant civilization...
He grants life, regardless of their process, he is only responsible for collection in the end.
This is an equal exchange.
Unless they indeed violate the interests of civilization development, obstruct the progress of the Ant Demon Country’s realm.
Fu Qingjun just quietly watched the ruins of Earth, "The third transformation, what will I be like?"
He continuously absorbed the fourth realm’s soul leads.
...
The battlefield of the earth, racing against time.
"Too many, simply too many!"
Looking at the strong figures of black-winged angels, everyone’s hearts sank uncontrollably.
"Hmm? This fourth realm, didn’t let Liana breakthrough, but you?"
A ruling level Dark Angel finally arrived, eyes cold, stepping from the sky, incomparably steady, "My name is Youxi, don’t know what happened, but to kill other fourth realms is remarkable, it was a sonic attack sneak, right?"
Jiang Yang said nothing, tottering.
"No matter how strong, can’t withstand the encirclement."
Youxi laughed, laughing cruelly,
"I really like strong ones like you with blood! They use blood and bones to interpret unyielding and tenacity, like you I’ve just killed hundreds, only you’re different, to kill your way here is not something average people can do."
"But for what?" Youxi tilted his head.
"For the jianghu." Jiang Yang spoke.
"The jianghu, what is that?" Youxi didn’t understand, "For the people of this world, want to fulfill your heart, even in death, to be remembered by future generations of eternity?"
Future generations to remember?
No, it’s for me to remember.
I am...
The human of eternal years later!
Jiang Yang’s consciousness had completely blurred.
He already didn’t know if this was a distant prehistoric dream...
But he indeed gained much.
The exploration of the fourth realm, the myth of prehistoric civilization gifted, giving his era’s jianghu a new future.
Since these predecessors changed the fate of us descendants, then they also tried to change the ancient tragedies, even a dream is worth doing.
"You go ahead, only the last stretch is left, I will blockade this elite unit." Jiang Yang’s voice was hoarse, words brief, yet seemed strong and powerful.
"We go."
Looking at the back blocking in front, Professor Naxika roared and shouted, "Close at hand, even without the fourth realm’s shelter, it’s all battles of the same realm left, we must forge a bloody path."
"Charge!" Jiang Yu waved a large flag, shouting at the front of the Feathered Serpent God train.
Boom!!
The train behind began speeding up, carrying survivors from various countries, young hopes, all fighting behind.
Duke Morton also joined the fight, bathed in blood.
He was already middle-aged, far less talented than Jiang Yang who emerged once every few hundred years as a grandmaster, and at this time he was just a Third Realm Grandmaster, not much higher than other nearby strong ones.
Boom!
"You are a Great Emperor worthy of respect, although I don’t know why your reputation was not prominent before, dying in battle is the best end." In the distance, came the roar of the other side, "I will send you on your way."
Brilliance erupted, many killing techniques emerged.
Blood bloomed, Jiang Yang was already exhausted, with oil running dry, blood drained, his body mostly broken, organs falling apart, yet he still stood firm.
The train sped away, many watching behind couldn’t help but choke,
"Just like that ancient Great Emperor, who once alone suppressed the dark forbidden zones everywhere, he may not be able to suppress the crumbling current world, but used his shoulders to carry everything, pulling out a glimmer of hope for the people!"
Saving the race, standing out at the last moment, is the heroic.
Second layer.
"Charge!"
"Continue down."
"Not to mention winning, just salvaging a speck of civilization’s life is already so difficult."
"Civilization has been invaded, run children, as long as alive returns hope!"
Countless people shouted low.
The further down, the closer to the Abyss Demon Realm, masses of fallen angels surged forth.
Countless people fighting, carving a blood path, blood blooming, the ground stained with a magnificent tragic tune.
Duke Morton also fell.
Even Emperor Liana of the same realm unfathomable, felt unbearable, too many in number, always encircled and killed, whole body stained with blood.
Finally, arrived at the first layer of the tower, the gate right in front.
In front is endless brightness, though dusk night meant hope.
"We..."
Turning back, the entire Feathered Serpent God, almost everyone capable had perished, only left with some young descendants and tribesmen.
"We go."
Emperor Liana was silent for a while, walked out of the unit building, taking the remaining people into the mist, firmly saying:
"I will return."
Uuu uuu!
Countless wailed.
Someone recorded this scene in eternal history mural:
Countless survivors wailed, a train departed tower, entering the depths of the white mist.
...
Soon, the surviving Professor Naxika and Jiang Yu split routes.
Professor Naxika chose to stay in the ruins, wait to observe the demise of Mayan Civilization, the crazed her prepared to die, to record the final epic tragic song of civilization.
While Jiang Yu followed Liana into the unknown prehistoric white mist, heading to the distant future.
Leaving the building, entering the white mist.
A Feathered Serpent God did not fly, alone roamed the ground, moving further away, constantly with furious voyage, Jiang Yu grew increasingly tired.
Her consciousness gradually blurred, as if the soul slowly detached, returning to reality, surroundings gradually fragmenting, broken.
Beside suddenly Emperor Liana’s voice came, but already unclear.
Her consciousness blurred, surroundings cracking, like broken mirrors fell everywhere.
She slowly opened her eyes again, looked at the incredibly real ceiling of the vehicle, tears brimmed,
"Is this indeed a distant dream?"
"My consciousness indeed temporarily traversed through a Space-Time Wormhole!"
Perhaps, she seemed to change everything, but actually, they saw only historical residual images, mirage, real history didn’t change, didn’t send Liana away, already dead in history.
We are all dust of history.
Seeing history’s weight, this girl only felt a deep powerlessness bound by fate surging in her heart, almost choking.
Woo woo woo.
Beside, Li Yi’s wailing came, sobbing quietly outside the car, this strong and mighty tall man, was crying like a little girl.
Several nearby woke gradually, all with red eyes, looking at each other in silence.
It seemed as if they all had a magnificent epic long dream, the people in the misty civilization brimming with heroism, tragic song.
"Praise the nameless presence that sent us through ancient years before history."