Crash.

A group of mages from the Oceanic Civilization of Atlantis are probing the mist in the air here.

Conducting various meticulous tests.

Obviously, although the Mayan Civilization on this land is also very advanced, their knowledge of "demonic ghost spirits" is quite lacking because they have never given birth to "vengeful spirit disasters."

That mage became more certain, "It's understandable that you don't know, but in our eyes, where there are gods, there are ghosts — it's impossible they don't exist!.... The greatest ghost is probably this mist."

The mages also discussed the mist among themselves.

"While they're still testing, can you tell me about the anomalies here? After all, time is tight, as you said, they're about to start a war." As the leader, Isaac continued to discuss the current state of the Mayan Civilization with Tang Meng.

If possible, he also wanted to meet Emperor Lianna.

After all, she was the protagonist of the "Mayan Civilization Chronicles" and was the ancestor they most revered.

Now, returning to the past, back to the prehistoric Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago, if they couldn't save their own tragic prehistoric civilization or their heroic figures, then it was meaningless!

"Of course, I can inform you." Tang Meng said earnestly.

"Is that so then?"

Isaac listened and seriously said, "Most of them don't know we're going to descend... Only Witch Ancestor Yudula and you, as my senior, are aware."

"Unfortunately, I'm still very weak." Tang Meng said somewhat regretfully, not revealing her other, also weak, reincarnated form — the soil life.

"After all, you haven't grown yet." Isaac said.

Although this senior was currently weak, he didn't underestimate her!

Because he had come to the distant past, when his senior was still in a weak phase — wasn't that normal?

In the future, she is destined to achieve immeasurable success, like Yudula.

After all, she's a genius chosen by God, definitely not by chance.

"I already know everything!"

Soon, Isaac took a deep breath, "I must admit, the Mayan Civilization of this era is dazzling to a certain extent, even the True Gods number in the tens of thousands, far beyond our reach... However, we can support with top battle power!"

At this time,

Faraway mages continuously calculated using Poseidon, deducing some mechanism and possibilities of the mist.

"No! Is it really like this?"

A mage's expression grew increasingly solemn, "If it's truly like this, then it's disastrous..."

Isaac turned his head, "Have you deduced anything? Who is the enemy above the mist?"

The mage displayed an image.

"The prehistoric enemy from hundreds of thousands of years ago is them, then it's really awful."

Upon seeing all this, Isaac's expression couldn't help but sink.

....

The sky was gray, forming a mist.

Numerous small snail parasite beasts, sticky and glistening flesh, composed a huge Feathered Serpent God.

Crash!

The Feathered Serpent God surfaced, soaring through space.

This was a suicidal advance team composed of True Gods, retracing the steps of Princess Grace.

At this moment, the Feathered Serpent God was like a flexible cosmic airship, carrying them perfectly into space.

"Beyond the atmosphere, even in the vacuum with no air, it's still shrouded by mist."

A mechanical snail stood with its arms folded atop the Feathered Serpent God's head, as Hongqi's expression turned sharp, "This proves the mist is definitely not just composed of dust particles in the air; it might be some sort of aura, Spiritual Power..."

The surroundings were pitch black.

Darkness enclosed them in the gray fog.

Distant stars, the sun and moon, satellites — almost invisible.... Like approaching nighttime in twilight, visibility was extremely low.

"Continue forward."

Hongqi took a deep breath, "It can't be that quiet here, Grace at that time definitely encountered something wicked to the extreme, terrifying to the extreme."

They escaped the atmosphere, plunging completely into endless vacuum.

Crash-crash-crash.

Like a giant feathered serpent traversing the mist-covered starry sea, visibility near zero, the mist grew even thicker.

Suddenly, they seemed to see something.

"What's that?"

It was a gigantic red sphere, towering high in space, full of terrifying, twisted, profound, evil aura.

Its size compares to an entire Earth continent.

"That's the moon."

Suddenly, Hongqi spoke, "Don't be too nervous... Although we've only heard descriptions from prehistoric space civilizations, recorded in documents, such a large sphere does indeed seem a bit too vast to us."

"I see, so that's the moon."

"No wonder."

"I've heard there are many stars in the sky, our planet is not the only one."

"The world is vast."

Some True Gods were filled with shock and awe.

After all, on the other side of Earth, when Great Emperor and a group of tribal True Gods entered space, they were just as shocked.

For any living being, there's nothing more awe-inspiring than observing the moon in the universe and then looking back at the gigantic blue planet they inhabit.

This offers a direct experience of the vastness of the universe and the insignificance of the stars.

"Let's continue..." One True God spoke up beside him.

"Wait." Suddenly, Hongqi's expression turned somber, "Let's go to that moon."

"Huh?"

Hongqi looked at the bewildered crowd around him and said, "If Demon Lord Grace suddenly saw such a conspicuous sphere, what would she do?"

Hongqi's expression turned somber, "She would definitely go up there."

The crowd fell silent, choosing to head for the moon.

Soon, as they approached the moon, they discovered it was a massive crimson sea urchin.

It was like a ball encrusted with countless dark red spikes, resembling a microscopic spherical virus full of protrusions, drifting in cell fluid.

"This is, the moon?!!!" All the True Gods present, upon seeing this scene, seemed to have something explode in their minds, shattering their perceptions.

They had an irresistible urge to run away, to flee.

As if they had seen...

the reality of the world.

The truth behind the mist slowly began to unfold.

"Go up."

Hongqi's eyes were sharp and he said, "The True Gods present, almost all of you are at the end of your lifespans, the oldest generation, what are you afraid of? For our Mayan Civilization, family, faith, and legacy, sacrificing your life is the greatest value of your remaining days."

The True Gods around him instantly set their gazes firmly.

They were all about to die of old age, yet they donned their battle armor again and picked up their spears, advancing to the frontline. Wasn't this what they wished for the most?

Not to die a lonely death, but to fall at the forefront, embracing a most glorious demise!

Grace's madness of those days had influenced the beliefs of so many people.

Unconsciously, that existence known as Demon Lord, her faith had already become the spiritual belief guiding this civilization forward.

"There'll be no problem..."

"We, the Fourth Realm True Gods, are already invincible... with so many existences combined, any one could fight."

They were resolute, their expressions began to calm, stepping onto the land.

Crack!!

They rode on the Feathered Serpent God, landing on the uneven terrain of the lunar surface.

They looked at the towering spikes, only to realize upon closer inspection that they were blood-red towers like flesh, stacked layer by layer like burning lava covering a decaying mountain peak.

"This is..."

"A building?"

"It was just built..."

"How could it be on the moon, in a vacuum environment?"

"Without need for oxygen?"

They had never seen another planet, or the newly built Celestial Palace Celestial Court on the moon, otherwise they would have marveled at the resemblance.

Thud, thud, thud.

Suddenly, footsteps came from afar.

Everyone seemed shrouded in fear, slowly turning around.

They saw a gigantic monster, tearing through valleys, flattening sand and rocks, striding over mountains, slowly walking towards them.

The creature's skin was like torn clothing, countless crimson tumors swelling out, as if it had grown into the size of a Green Giant, even larger than the Great Witch Giant, they were but a speck compared to it.

The creature's pores were large, densely packed like a sieve, as if each single room could comfortably house every mortal.

This creature...

Doesn't need to breathe?

It wore a human world wristwatch stained with blood on its wrist, seeming as if it once belonged to an office worker or a white-collar job on that blue planet.

Boom!

"Gurgle gurgle—"

It lowered its head, speaking in a curious and calm manner, uttering mystically ancient languages a human throat couldn't produce, not belonging to this planet, nor to humanity.

Yet, everyone inexplicably understood the meaning:

"Where did you little creatures come from."

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