Thump, thump, thump.

The surface of the sea still reverberates.

Under the sea, Isaac falls silent.

That demon is simply too much!

Such a callous demon is undoubtedly the enemy of Knights. He has already made a vow to kill this Eastern demon and restore peace to the Western world.

But at this moment, his elusive master suddenly appears before him.

Dressed in white, with sacred wings folded behind him.

This young man, holding a white tome, emanates an aura of kindness and serenity, "The Celestial Emperor of the Eastern Celestial Court? Even he practices the Corpse Bone Demon Dao... Let him in."

"But??"

This World Tree hesitates, branches swaying, dropping some fruits that miraculously turn into newborn babies in the sea.

Allowing such an evil demon to witness this Western world's sacred light, symbolizing the all-knowing God... is indeed the greatest blasphemy.

This is his failing.

If he were powerful enough...

"Yes." Isaac takes a deep breath, his expression grave.

Soon, a mage appears above the water:

"God invites you to come in."

"I knew it, such ancient divinity comparable to Nuwa wouldn't bicker with a minor figure like me from this era." Emperor Liu said solemnly, "He knows well that I, the benevolent Celestial Emperor who spreads kindness across the world, bear no malice, and am here to save the distant past, to contribute to the world."

With that, he dives beneath the sea in an instant.

"Underwater?"

Ziying is accustomed to the shamelessness of this demon, but one must lower their head under the eaves.

He, as the Witch Emperor of the mortal tribe, ruling over hundreds of millions of great witches, naturally must reach the heavens, it is expected.

Unless he leads the entire Great Witch Race to revolt against the Celestial Court.

But is it possible?

Currently, it seems impossible.

Although, in ancient times, there were periods when the Great Witch Race was ruled by the mortal Celestial Court, later, the Great Witch could rise up, become the world ruler and govern over mortals.

After all, both humans and the Great Witch Race vie for dominance in every era, with wins and losses.

In ancient times, indeed, there were legends of descendants of the Witch Tribe shooting down ten suns and striking down the Celestial Emperor's nine sons...

Moreover, the myth of Kuafu chasing the sun, drinking the rivers dry, and falling to become a mountain.

The legend of Xingtian fighting with the Emperor is widely known!

On this planet... battles between Giants and mortals have always existed.

Ziying's eyes blaze with fiery passion; the deeds of the Great Witch pioneers are enough to make his blood boil.

"Unfortunately, the Great Witch Race has only just emerged, indeed lagging a coastal line behind the others... We are at a disadvantage, but Her Highness Nuwa still shelters us."

"We are immense in stature, a primordial race of long-lived beings, slow in cultivation speed, but our late emergence brings unparalleled battle power!" He hesitates and takes a deep breath, planning to dive underwater,

After all, this is a primordial Western divinity!

Likely the creator of the Mayan civilization.

An existence as ancient as the descendants of Nuwa, rumored to have lived for hundreds of thousands of years...

Know that Nuwa's legacy passes down through generations, while this being before him has lived an entire era.

This is an opportunity!

If he could enter, perhaps he could bring prosperity to the current Great Witch tribes, revealing more mysteries of ancient times, those dark truths shrouded in mist.

"Just need to bring a few Feathered Serpents and it's enough for breathing."

Ordinary athletes have a maximum breath-holding time of twenty minutes, but for Grandmasters like them, mastering the Turtle Breathing Technique, one or two hours is a breeze.

Moreover, having a few Feathered Serpents is a safe precaution.

Splash!

He also jumps into the water.

Splash—

The sunlight overhead gradually dims.

A vast blue Extraordinary World slowly reveals itself.

He finds that just a few centimeters into the water and it's as if he's entering a layer of gelatinous membrane.

"So it is, Atlantis, Western civilization is not to be underestimated."

"They use an entire sunlit sea surface as a huge glass mirror to collect sunlight, thus the open sea absorbs more sunlight than land."

"Additionally, there's another advantage: lurking underwater, powerful enemies find it difficult to perceive these aquatic beings due to the perception reduction, or what Westerners call Spiritual Power, making it challenging to track their whereabouts."

Gulp.

He plunges deeper underwater.

Cities, fortresses, mages sitting upon shells... shining magic stones adorn the city, sparkling and resplendent.

A deep blue underwater world.

He quickly discovers, upon descending, a submarine at the bottom of the sea.

The submarine is decorated with coral, pearls, and shells, resembling a fairytale house, with large words written upon it: Hawks Kingdom Library.

"As expected, the Hawks Kingdom, as the Platinum Behemoth Tribe, skin fair and hair yellow, being platinum, integrated into this Western mortal world?"

Click.

Upon entering, he realizes he has overthought; there is oxygen here.

The submarine is quite large and exceptionally tidy, resembling a library.

Rows of desks, accompanied by a vast array of English books, "Theoretical Overview of Magic Stones," "Techniques for Crafting the Holy Grail," "Similarities between Magic Stones and Modern Computers"

There are several giant students studying here, and Professor Naxika is surprisingly here.

And in the center, a young angel in white sits on a chair reading a book,

Giving people an utterly unremarkable impression, with a smile seemingly always at play on the lips, blending seamlessly into the environment as if he doesn't exist in this world.

Around him, the giants stand respectfully surrounding this white angel.

God?

He initially thought God would be radiant, powerful, and terrifying in divine majesty, wielding a scepter, spreading vast white wings, but the reality is quite different.

Suddenly, he feels something.

No aura is the strongest aura.

Because only one thing has no perceivable aura: the omnipresent nature and all things...

I am all living things.

"Greetings, Western God." Emperor Liu bows respectfully, solemn and dignified.

Professor Naxika is stunned, how did he recognize who was God at a glance?

Yet Ziying shakes his head.

Professor Naxika knows nothing of Martial Dao, being an ordinary person, naturally unaware of this aura-less presence, but rather, a presence so powerful it borders no boundaries.

Because a strong person's aura can cover a vast terrain, where every living creature is like a shining light.

But here, he cannot sense the other's aura at all; you can only see with your eyes... it's an unsettling sense of discord, like being isolated in a space.

Fu Qingjun chuckles, closing the book, "I know you don't want to engage with me much, you don't want to hear the lengthy Bible sermons, or the teachings of the Church on saving the world."

Emperor Liu is taken aback, this suits his taste?

"Worthy of the all-knowing, all-powerful God." He smiles.

"So let's not talk about doctrine."

Fu Qingjun closes the book, for he doesn't intend to either, casually saying:

"Today's second-generation Eastern Celestial Emperor, with a devilish ascent, is quite rare even in ancient times... You are simply curious about ancient deeds, curious about the mist of tens of thousands of years ago."

"You act recklessly, yet you possess a strong curiosity, wanting to change the destiny of prehistoric times."

Fu Qingjun opens his palm, the book vanishes into thin air, and a curved space tunnel slowly appears before them, seemingly connected to an unknown world,

"But traveling back to the Great Flood era tens of thousands of years ago, can it truly change everything?"

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