This brilliant Star River formed a massive shock for them.

Even as the strongest beings in the world, they had previously lived as creatures within a well, now finally able to gaze upon the outside world.

Although...

This was still Zhu Zhengwei's starry sky "tapestry."

At this moment, the gathered Demon Gods, who had finally seen the true outline of the world, looked at each of those worlds in astonishment, the phantom scenes within the world bubbles were truly astonishing.

Flying and Earth Escape, battles of Gods and Demons, crushing a star with a grip, even these Demon Gods of such rank found them terrifying.

Then, after a series of impacts, they regained their senses.

"This is the world outside."

"And the world closest to us, that planet, has already established palaces on the world's outer walls, even observing us for quite some time."

"Indeed, only now have we stepped out and seen their presence."

The Demon Gods whispered.

However, after a series of exclamations, they quickly felt some anomalies.

In the distance was an ancient farmhouse, exuding an immense pure and sacred aura beyond their comprehension, as if witnessing the root of the world.

"Inside, are there traces of an ancient existence?"

The oppressive feeling went straight to their souls, sparking a faint desire amidst reverence and fear, as if their genes deeply yearned for such power, which, if obtained, would be an unimaginable great fortune.

At this moment, the Demon Gods, straining to suppress the shock in their hearts like ordinary people, continually approached the ancient house, yet saw murals depicting a precise river chart, mighty rivers flowing, with an ink painting style.

Beside the river was a boundary stone: Quicksand River.

On it was a poem:

Eight hundred Quicksand Realms, three thousand weak waters deep.

Feathers can't float, flowers sink once set.

...

As they recited the verses, they felt some meanings flooding into their minds.

The water here was no ordinary water, but weak water that made the Gods and Buddhas of the Three Realms tremble with fear; feathers sinking as they passed, deities crossing would fall into the three thousand weak waters, categorically terrifying.

Soon after, they saw the surging river waters, the sky filled with thick clouds, a giant black-furred ape wielding a steel club, and a pig-headed Great Han with a fat head and big ears.

The giant ape feared water, baring fangs and pounding its chest on the riverbank, breaking the entire Star River with its roars.

But the pig-headed Great Han had innate divine techniques, wielding a rake, veins protruding like ancient tree roots, fierce like a primordial Fierce Beast, battling in the water, making the heavens collapse!

The paintings gave a strong sense of history, narrating an apocalyptic battle experienced by this land in the ante-diluvian epoch.

Rumble!

The great river cracked, the land tore apart, and the entire world trembled violently.

The terrifying aura of the battle made their hearts rise with dread, as if the apocalypse was nigh.

"These are events that once occurred?"

"Yes, it seems they really did happen, for we remember such vague legends before the cataclysm, and it turns out they were true."

This mural, though brief, gave them a powerful impact.

The starry sky outside the world, the truth of the ancient cataclysm, a brilliant world unfolding before them, made them feel both expectation and aspiration.

Yet after being astounded, sensing the aura, they only found behind the mural seemed to be a secret chamber, from which the sacred and ancient aura emanated, compelling all beings to prostrate in worship.

They lifted the stone slab.

Behind it were words stained with fresh red blood, and within them came messages.

"This is already the scene after I left, has All Living Beings revived to this point? World reshaping, Celestial Dao reopening, in this human realm, a Little God has been born, but alas, the disasters left behind by this era continue, and the people suffer!"

The vast ancient voice of the Old Days echoed in the ears of the Demon Gods, the pressure growing stronger and stronger, the blood rapidly evaporating, carrying myriad mysterious powers.

The presence gave them an incredible sense of pressure, transcending the whole world, overlooking the vast Star River, this was truly a deity, making their aura tense, and the whirlpool within their bodies suddenly intensified.

Little God?

The seven Demon Gods did not know who this voice was, perhaps related to the mural, and related to the catastrophic destruction of the Red Moon world.

Yet they heard this presence, speaking to itself, intermittently, as if murmured from a certain point in the river of time, leaked into this era, "Disasters, all born because of me, because of this war damaging the World Rules... the world fragmented and incomplete, I once asked that being, to protect the land after I left... when civilization revives, create a new world, to accommodate the people constantly affected by disasters... it can be considered... some kind of compensation..."

The expressions of several Demon Gods grew stiff.

This world indeed suffers from constant disasters.

Disasters one after another, plaguing the land, people barely surviving.

Especially recently, the Disaster Beast experienced an unprecedented outbreak, even these Demon Gods were overwhelmed, rushing all over to handle numerous catastrophes.

This world indeed is plagued by endless disasters, unbearable suffering.

However, seeking a certain being to create a new land for the constantly afflicted Red Moon world?

Create a world?

A planet like the Red Moon?

This... what kind of joke is this?

What kind of supreme existence would have such celestial power to easily create a star.

Wait!

Zhenzi looked at the divine aura in the mural, suddenly felt her hairs stand on end, cold sweat breaking out, she recalled this sacred and majestic aura, seemingly familiar.

Long-lost initial memories surged in her mind.

A cold-looking figure slowly walked in a world where the cataclysm erupted, raising her from the television.

"It's Him!"

Zhenzi exclaimed involuntarily.

"Do you recognize this aura?" the other Demon Gods asked directly, feeling tense.

"I... during the initial outbreak of disasters, saw a man like this, with a tear mole at the corner of his eye... a gentle demeanor, yet seemed like he was always on the verge of tears..." Zhenzi replied.

The other Demon Gods were stunned, organizing their thoughts, the entire progression of events.

The great catastrophe was induced by the Quicksand River battle, and a presence in the battle asked another presence to create a new world after the disaster to harbor this world's people?

Then who is this presence?

Doesn't this imply that, in the near future, he'll create a world for the Red Moon?

And Demon God Zhenzi said she saw a figure with a similar aura during the initial cataclysm era, maybe he was preparing to create a new world for the Red Moon, coming to explore this world and study the timing?

"Perhaps very likely."

"Indeed."

"A deity, always tearful... might really create a new land for our constantly afflicted world?"

These Demon Gods kept calculating, limited by their perspective, ultimately just individuals in a world, without suspicion of ulterior motives.

After all, according to normal logic, if a world can be created for oneself, it's a tremendous boon, what ulterior motives could there be?

In truth, they couldn't fathom, for them, it might indeed be some sort of boon, but Zhu Zhengwei sought their world's Celestial Dao.

This was a war between Celestial Daos.

He was constructing another garbage dump, tricking them to move, to buy time, and also to absorb this world's Celestial Dao.

Unable to defeat, he could only deceive its guards before it awakened.

At this moment, Zhenzi completely recalled that familiar figure, memories and fears at the time surged in her mind, visibly fearful and anxious, prompting her to ask the voice in the mural without thinking, "Who are you really? The being you asked, when will he rid us of these Disaster Beasts and create a world?"

Zhenzi regretted as soon as she spoke.

It's clearly an image from the past, how could it respond?

But the next moment, they only felt a thick monk walking in a desert, a huge black Buddhist bead around his neck, turning around amongst the group, suddenly focusing on them.

Boom!

An ancient gaze shot down from the void.

As if merely mentioning Him summoned His attention.

Meanwhile, a sighing voice echoed, heavily landing on the hearts of the seven Demon Gods, "I am, just a failure who rebelled against Destiny, why should later generations remember my name? I once ate nine generations of pilgrims, made Buddhist chains from nine skulls, struggled in rebellion, yet ultimately couldn't surpass... that pitiful Destiny!"

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