Ziying, the present emperor from Chao Ge of the China Yin Ruins, rules the martial sects of the world with countless elite Imperial Guards under him, standing above tens of thousands.

The Emperor, one of the overlords of the land, but right now?

"Even he has to yield beneath certain existences?" Ziying was speechless, feeling an indescribable new emotion spreading within him.

He stood on the deck, watching Emperor Liu wreak havoc upon the sea.

A figure from the Martial God Realm on land!

According to ancient texts from Yin Ruins, such a Martial God shatters the void, traversing heaven and earth with ease, able to briefly exist in the void, which now seems akin to surviving briefly in outer space.

After all, the terms used by the ancients do make sense upon reflection.

And before him, this mythological figure, with a frail build, causes such a commotion just because he finds that unknown Mist World intriguing and has taken a liking to a woman from that world?

"Hahaha! Come out quickly!"

He laughed maniacally as he pounded the water's surface.

Watching this scene, Ziying suddenly realized, this was the true path of "demons."

"Demons" and "evil" are different.

Evil is malevolent, dark, sinister.

Demons are more like a reckless form of freedom, disregarding rules, drinking and killing, seizing women, and striking anyone they dislike without hesitation; doing whatever they please... this is the demonic path.

This person is, in the truest sense, a demon head.

And such a person is more terrifying than evil.

Because within him, no shackles or rules exist, acting on whims without logic, making it impossible to predict his next move.

Imagine this in an exaggerated sense.

Perhaps in the next moment, he suddenly feels that this world is too dull, abandoning the Celestial Dynasty that even he covets, treating power like dirt, flying alone into the vast universe, Mars, Venus, embarking on an impromptu cosmic journey.

"He carries nothing on his shoulders, even views life as trivial, yet for countless human lives he knows himself as... a demon? Yet, inexplicably, there's some envy?" Ziying stared at him.

He vaguely perceived.

Attaining the power of deity is to be a great benefactor safeguarding all beings.

Before him, however, stands the existence of a distinct path to dao, the spirit of the demon!

Boom!

Waves surged upwards, tossing up white froth.

"From the East, you big demon head, what business do you have coming here?" A male mage clad in robes of magic projected his face through a magic stone, revealing a crystal-clear screen.

They all looked dark-faced!

Atlantis, the strongest Magic Dynasty, was humiliated in such a manner? What a disgrace to God! To the World Tree! To the Mayan ancestors!

Their magic tools are countless.

Theoretically, with hundreds or thousands of these magic tools, their combat power could be infinitely strong.

However, magical tools that can truly threaten a True Immortal of the fourth realm—a divine artifact, they simply do not possess.

A divine artifact of the fourth realm must be made from the head and brain of a mechanical being of the same fourth realm True Immortal level after being slain, turned into a magic tool.

Yet, Atlantis, as it has developed to the present, lacks the foundation, with only a scarce number of True Immortals?

Among the various races, only a few exist, and not a single one among the mechanical kind....

The third realm perfected mechanical kind are extremely rare creatures, continuously hunted before they have cultivated for long, producing third-realm magical tools, with no chance to grow into the True God Realm?

Atlantis, depleting resources.... Yet the True Gods, their power resides entirely in magical tools, hence in this realm, their combat power is very low.

At this time, there is an invincible "emperor" ruling the world, so they dare not make rash moves.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, you don't even dare meet me?"

Emperor Liu, enraged, sneered and said:

"Come out quickly, or I shall obliterate your entire race! This time, I have not come to tangle with you Western clowns but to meet the legendary God!"

"What business do you have with His Highness God?" someone urgently inquired.

God is a being on par with the clay-creating Nuwa of the East.

He is the master of His Highness World Tree.

He rejuvenated the exhausted seedling of the World Tree, allowing the World Tree to once again nurture countless beings from tens of thousands of years ago, dragons, angels, demons, Feathered Serpent God....

And even possesses the ability to traverse time and space!

Previously, in the Undersea Royal Capital, at the Magic Supreme Academy in Poseidonia, several batches of top students were sent back to remote prehistory, exploring in the endless dark mist.

Although surrounded by countless evil behemoths within ruins, that one trial was fought with great hardship, yet they did not encounter the prehistoric Mayan civilization.

"I also want to uphold justice in the world, changing the fate of prehistoric tragedies."

Emperor Liu's expression was righteous, and he said with integrity: "I find that the ancient predecessor, Emperor Liana, is incomparable to you later generations of mice. I feel a sense of familiarity with her."

The mage didn't know how to respond and could only say: "I will visit His Highness World Tree... please wait a moment."

After a while, a figure emerged on the sea surface.

"His Highness will not see you."

"Courting death!"

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted as if the entire sea cracked open.

...

"Indeed, truly troublesome."

Fu Qingjun watched the waves on the sea, momentarily stunned by the sinister emperor of the demonic way.

The Mythical Demon Country brought forth from his growing hair...

It's truly bizarre and multifaceted.

Sorry, really troubling today's Emperor of Huaxia.

However, it is precisely such an unrestrained overlord of the demonic path that deters the nations of the new continent from reckless actions.

After all, the corpses of martial artist soldiers, unearthed and turned into zombies, walking outside the towns, are quite terrifying.

Fu Qingjun appeared calm.

However, the Grand Celestial Emperor truly should die peacefully of old age.

But his lifespan is not urgent at the moment.

Because there are beings older than him, for instance, Emperor Liana and King Hongqi in the Mist World.

They too seem to be following in Grace's footsteps, welcoming the final twilight of their years.

"But, if we fully open it up and enter, isn't it a bit too hasty?"

Fu Qingjun frowned, "I initiated a pilot here precisely to prevent accidents and various unforeseen changes."

Besides, in my own eyes, this place hasn't truly reached its peak yet...

"Our Earth..." Fu Qingjun pondered thoughtfully, this White Feather Angel stood at the bottom of the sea wandering through the Magic City, contemplating.

All around, small fish carried mages on their spines, swimming along the streets.

"Mom, mom, look!"

And further away, a little girl waved a magic wand, as commonly as children wave sparkler sticks by the roadside, casting blossoms of light.

Boom!

A sudden rumble overhead.

In the distance, the City Lord, a powerful inferior fourth realm god, declared, "Residents, prepare to move, we are about to propel the entire city to migrate far away."

Throughout Atlantis, many cities have already planned to retreat first.

Who knows if that madman will charge in, although fighting underwater is quite disadvantageous for this demon, but since he's considered a madman, who can be certain?

Fu Qingjun continued dining in the cafeteria, lacking much of a sense of reality.

But for the vast common people, this terrifying mythic demon is enough to bring endless catastrophe, a true terrifying shadow.

"Flee!"

"Flee!"

Cries rang out around.

The little girl waving the magic wand was scooped up by her mother and carried home.

"Oh well, time waits for no one after all."

Fu Qingjun walked in the ocean, "Continuing like this, both Emperor Liana and Hongqi will also follow in Grace's footsteps.... they're nearing death."

He squinted his eyes, as if seeing through to the other end of the world, "The two of them seem about to charge into the dark fog of the sky like Grace, to write their final madness!"

The era over there is indeed about to stir once more.

Having been quiet for so long, only stuck at the fourth realm of Enlightened Ones, just expanding in scale but without any waves, Fu Qingjun didn't pay attention.... falling into a kind of curse.

And now the last wave, like the last spark in despair.

"The fourth realm, truly as Grace once said, is the realm of nascent godhood, ephemeral as the brilliant fireworks, civilization's infant almost stillborn in the womb." Fu Qingjun closed his eyes.

Mayan civilization, no miracle occurred.

"Since you want to go crazy, I'll accompany you once in your madness, temporarily connecting the two worlds, so you can see, your civilization's predecessor.... the demise of the Enlightened Ones' civilization, the twilight of civilization."

Fu Qingjun shook his head, "I hope you won't regret it... letting you see firsthand, the despair that the Enlightened Ones' civilization inevitably has to face."

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