Professor Naxika couldn't find the words to describe the scene before him at this moment.

This existence before him, he had seen once back then.

In Yudula's Witch Palace, this mysterious teacher of the Witch Ancestor appeared at that time, the memory of that moment remains vivid:

He descended with divine light, illuminating thousands of miles, encompassing various sacred auras, a majestic presence.

Naxika opened his mouth and suddenly said, "Haven't seen you for hundreds of thousands of years, for us mortals it's endless ages, yet your appearance hasn't changed... but your picture, being hundreds of thousands of years old, seems much simpler now."

"..."

Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.

I've always been so simple, alright?

Of course, I know now that my obedient disciple Yudula added special effects and background music for my entrance at that time.

However, thinking about it now, that hilarious moment seems like yesterday's myth... yet it seems quite distant already, not knowing how many times the era has changed.

The sensation of time is different.

For Yudula, that was already a relatively distant past.

But, traversed hundreds of thousands of years?

I originally belong to this time-space, how could I have traversed such a distant path?

Fu Qingjun chuckled.

"Was what we saw real?"

Professor Naxika suddenly couldn't help but ask.

Fu Qingjun pondered for a moment, "The scene you saw indeed exists, it's the misty era of the past, it once truly existed in past history."

So, we indeed returned and changed...

Emperor Lianna's fate!

She was a bit excited.

"For you, is it really so easy to travel through time?"

Professor Naxika got straight to the point, asking the most crucial question, "Are you God? I can't think of any other figures who can traverse time in our mythology."

Generally, it's hard for anyone to clarify these thoughts under such circumstances, but Naxika is indeed not simple.

"God, why say so?" Fu Qingjun asked directly, tossing the ball back.

"I can't think of any other figures." Naxika shook his head, "Moreover, you quite fit; what's in the world governed by God? Angels, demons, witches, giants, mortals, dragons, Feathered Serpent God... all these elements, the Mayan Civilization has them... you governing the Mayan Civilization, it's no different from God."

"God? Perhaps mortals once called me so." Fu Qingjun was stunned, after thinking he didn't deny it, but answered with a smile:

"No harm in telling you, with my ability, it's far from freely traversing the long axis of time on this planet, but rather, it jumps at important nodes in certain life epochs."

Faced with the legendary strongest Celestial God of the west, Professor Naxika seemed just surprised and then returned to calm, pondering, "Can only traverse famous historical nodes? If time is compared to a big tree, then you can only jump at important branches where the tree is about to fork?"

Fu Qingjun laughed.

Professor Naxika remains so mighty, instantly grasping your meaning and applying it further.

Professor Naxika bowed his head and said, "So, the Maya Civilization era we encountered, born from mist, is a destruction junction of a Solar Era."

"Exactly." Fu Qingjun landed on the table.

Professor Naxika said, "So, our current era is also one of the nodes... since you can only jump between nodes, is our era very important?"

She muttered, suddenly thinking of something, "Could it be, we here are also going to face a destruction of the Solar Era, with mist descending?"

Fu Qingjun was stunned for a few seconds, "You're very smart."

Communicating with smart people is indeed simple.

There's no need to say much, and Naxika understood my intention.

Fu Qingjun once again spoke, referring to what Isaac said before:

"This world is undergoing change, according to the Mayan prophecy, our world will face an apocalyptic disaster."

"This is a cyclical disaster, throughout history, this scene on this life-bearing planet under the vast starry sky has appeared more than once, the prehistoric mist from over tens of thousands of years ago will invade this era again."

What Fu Qingjun had to say... was half-true!

Though it's not the prehistoric and current Earth, but rather two completely different parallel Earths.

Yet in his eyes, this Earth will perhaps also face the mist.

The Earth over there was attacked, can this Earth escape?

Ninety percent chance it cannot escape.

Therefore, I want both Earths to help each other and form a united front.

Let the humans here first go over there to assist, rescue, provide support, establish an Extraordinary World, and prepare themselves ahead of time.

Fu Qingjun thought so and said so: "What you've experienced is an attempt, hoping people in the future will go back to the distant past and change some tragedies."

"But if we are to save the past, can it truly change?" Professor Naxika said.

"Don't know, but still need to try."

Fu Qingjun spoke earnestly, "Moreover, I'm not the first, in the past, descendants of Nuwa in the Nanzhao Kingdom attempted to send a genius through time to change the past happenings of the Great Flood, yet ultimately failed, that seemed to be fate..."

"Nuwa? Didn't expect the myth of Yin Ruins to be real?" Professor Naxika was surprised, not expecting their side also has such ancient beings capable of time travel.

"But right before us, this time it seems successful, I helped you return and indeed changed some things." Fu Qingjun smiled:

"But to thoroughly change past tragedies and save that prehistoric era, it requires enough strength."

"Simultaneously, rather than thinking about changing Emperor Lianna and others' tragedies, it's more important to worry about the impending destruction of your current era which might also be coming."

Professor Naxika was startled and asked, "Then what should be done?"

She had seen the darkness and terror of such mist firsthand.

"No need to worry, in this era, I've taken on a new disciple, and the Mayan Civilization is reviving to resist the impending apocalypse."

Fu Qingjun stated his goal for this trip, "I hope to provide some support... This academy could perhaps become a Golden Behemoth Academy, where we can establish a divine system, rebuild the witch sect, and other extraordinary powers..."

Professor Naxika paused in silence, "I also know this is the best way, but there might be considerable resistance, I will try to do it."

"Alright then." Fu Qingjun smiled, and slowly departed.

Professor Naxika had sufficient status to implement reforms.

"Wait, can you tell me what happened to Emperor Lianna, who spent hundreds of thousands of years in the mist?" Professor Naxika looked at Fu Qingjun's departing figure.

Fu Qingjun hesitated for a moment.

Are you also chasing after more updates?

"Some things, you should go back yourself to the distant past, look at those histories covered in blood, isn't that enough?" Fu Qingjun said softly, his figure was somewhat lonely as he disappeared with the sunlight.

In the room.

Professor Naxika looked at everything empty and silent.

"So much information, is our era truly about to become uneasy?" She pressed her temples with distress and calm, constantly pondering the information and its meaning.

She was a devout historian, and instead of spending time being surprised, she preferred to organize useful intelligence.

Dong

Dong dong!

Suddenly, a clear clock chime came from outside the window.

The students were already out of class.

"So, that's it?"

Professor Naxika seemed to think of something.

She suddenly came to the window, overlooking the teaching building below, where youthful students thrived,

"I finally know why that existence can endure the long loneliness, living to today, hundreds of thousands of years later... because he wanted to change the tragedies of the past."

"As he said, you can't travel through easily, only between two points, so... he waited hundreds of thousands of years, reaching the next point, using it as a springboard to return to his time."

It was a tragic dark era.

The mist enveloped, and all beings were in misery.

More despairing than the World War II period before us.

His disciple Yudula was suppressed, the creatures of his civilization suffered terribly, and the dark mist era that followed might be even more tragic... a more despairing mist apocalypse.

So, he was unwilling to speak!

Reluctant to say what happened next.

Perhaps it really wasn't like she imagined, with Emperor Lianna making a great heroic comeback, but rather that the era met an even more tragic fate.

Emperor Lianna died!

Yudula Witch Ancestor also died!

The whole world became a wasteland, in the midst of destructive darkness.

It was a dark history over a hundred thousand years ago, a missing historical text.

"Thus, this ancient deity waited for hundreds of thousands of years just to wait for the next point, to return to the past and change everything..."

"And today, he finally waited."

"To reverse the tragedy of disciple Yudula, to reverse the extinction of the ancient human race..."

Professor Naxika seemed to see an ancient god.

This aging, lonely old man, cloaked in white, standing at the pinnacle of extremity.

This ancient mythic great emperor, facing fields of blood and silence, silent in the face of the fall of his disciple, and ultimately silent before the world's destruction.

But how did this existence live through it?

That was hundreds of thousands of years.

Worse than death.

After enduring indescribable suffering, as a lonely observer of time, a traveler of civilization dynasties, left only the name of God in countless ages...

Loneliness.

Endless loneliness.

Finally, he came to today, at this point,

In the next fog descending Solar Era, to change past tragedies from this point? To change everything that was, to save friends, disciples, and beings...

"For what you consider the past second, is hundreds of thousands of years of torment for me."

Professor Naxika remained silent, not knowing how many clock bells and rings had passed.

Dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door from outside.

"Professor Naxika, it's time for your class, the students are still waiting."

Naxika collected her sorrowful expression, her eyes glinting with determination.

She slowly stood up, soon arriving at the classroom, looking at the group of serious students below.

"Dear students."

She suddenly looked out at the sun, with a slight smile, turning to write on the blackboard:

"Today, we won't talk about the history of the British Isles, nor discuss our World War II situation, we'll temporarily change topics and talk about the prehistoric times, the ode of human civilization."

"We'll talk about the... God, in the Mayan Civilization."

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