It seems I've finally understood the new use of hair.

The Divine Demon Night Banquet has unlocked a novel method of use.

Fu Qingjun, feeling sentimental, looked towards the other party,

"I give you three years to organize your thoughts according to the ancient legacy in your mind, containing millions of years of prehistoric flood knowledge, and formulate a plan for evolving species. You have only one chance...if you wish to change this antiquated world."

"Yes!" The boy became excited.

Three years is merely three days; it passes in the blink of an eye.

Fu Qingjun came again, guiding this little boy into the Divine Demon Night Banquet.

"The first time guiding outsiders in."

Fu Qingjun squinted, watching others begin to use their special abilities, which were not his dependents.

He tried it out; if there was no resistance, he could forcibly infect the other party, insert a dumb hair, and turn them into his dependent...

However, there seemed to be a mechanism in the minds of the others; once invaded, they would self-destruct, and the little boy would certainly die.

Therefore, no matter what, the other party could only belong to that mysterious entity...

Indeed, it's not so easy to invade casually.

"But precisely because of this, it's the other's person, he can possess those legacies, isn't it?"

Fu Qingjun, a young man with white wings wearing white clothes, smiled faintly, "Does it matter if he's mine? As long as he helps me with things, that's enough."

"Even if in the future, he'll turn against me."

"Right now, I'm using the foundation of the other's millions of years of civilization, letting him stand on the shoulders of giants to help me deduce a race and cultivation system!"

"He can't divulge his legacy system, so he just needs to use his accumulated knowledge to deduce a new system for me..."

Fu Qingjun laughed.

He is exploiting a loophole.

Using indirect means to steal the essence of their civilization!

Even Moro and others are acting in the best way, why wouldn't he do the same?

Though his best method is somewhat dirty.

But he loves to use small advantages to achieve big gains, staying as the hidden manipulator behind the scenes, only occasionally dropping a piece onto the world to drive the world's upheaval and development.

The world resists, and why wouldn't he?

"The first time someone who isn't mine benefits from my gains... Little guy with flourishing hair, I hope you'll strive." Fu Qingjun looked at the young one in the Divine Demon Night Banquet.

Several hours passed.

This little boy finally deduced the new version, self-modifying directly in his mind.

He looked seemingly unchanged outwardly, but the arrangement of his soul had already shown some kind of alteration, able to compress and condense at high density.

"You've succeeded." Fu Qingjun said.

"Yes, Master." The little giant boy bowed earnestly, "Master, may I ask your name?"

"You are my fourth disciple, but only an unrecorded disciple. I won't teach you anything; I've already given you unlimited possibilities." Fu Qingjun said, "After all, I am an old friend with that ancient demon god; you are his divine blood descendant, and I am merely giving him some little help."

The little boy respectfully bowed again,

"I am too weak, unworthy of being taken as a disciple by a being equal to my ancestral god and demon, but I will certainly strive to change this world. I do not yet have a name; please give me one."

"A name?"

Fu Qingjun looked up towards the misty sky, "The world is very gray; I hope you bring light, named Bai, Bai...Long."

"Yes." Bailong bowed earnestly.

Fu Qingjun departed.

"Sorry, I deliberately selected someone with a strong sense of justice to stir this world up." Fu Qingjun sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Hope to witness your rise in the next era."

...

Time flies.

The forty-eighth year of the Dark Titan Era.

The forty-eight years under the divine time speed are not short even for giants; many entities have grown, broken through, aged, and fallen.

They discovered,

The prehistoric Great Witch Tribe camps have started cultivating mortal civilization for over a month.

Initially, they observed curiously; names were extraordinary—primitive civilization, cosmic civilization.... Eventually, they felt indifferent; too weak!

Even those Mayan civilizations are far below their foundation; how can these guys compare?

They have spiritual food and sustenance, yet still in a state of being infected and assimilated, have not reduced their tribe's numbers, and are too lazy to care, continuing in slow warm boiling.

Meanwhile, their focus became increasingly concentrated on those small creatures.

"It's unbelievable! Utterly unbelievable!"

"This planet's 'mortal' species is simply the most convenient tool for birthing true gods!"

...

Originally, these outsiders naturally didn't hold expectations of breaking through to true gods, directly borrowing divine blood to become false gods.

After all, breaking through to true gods at least requires the grand spirit resonance of several tens of thousands of fellow grandmasters, which means a race must have at least tens of billions of people cultivating simultaneously to have a probability of producing a true god.

But now?

Their reproduction speed is too fast.

"Truly a magical land, full of mysteries, worthy of being the ancient soil birthed by this divine-demon remains."

They spoke in exchange, following the continuous emerge of true gods; victory is anticipated.

As for the resistance of mortals, they haven't even researched a single technique for constructing a knowledge sea of soul demon palace; it's worth knowing the accumulation of this fourth realm requires immeasurably long time.

From the beginning, it hadn't been taken to heart.

Yet Moruo lingered among them, his heart also filled with desolation,

"It's hateful, they only told me a diagram for building the Celestial Palace's technique, making me establish the main hall with hatred, and then there were no follow-ups. Now I've constructed a 'Resentment Burning Divine Power' in my main hall, a suicidal technique... But I have many incarnations, so self-exploding is suitable. Next time, I'll break that traitorous disciple's tooth."

Amidst the power struggle in the Moon Nest Titan Titan Kingdom and the Demonized Titan Kingdom, on this mist-filled land, a mysterious youth appeared.

He appeared in the Demonized Titan Kingdom.

Merely by breaking through to the third realm as a Grandmaster, a storm arose within a hundred meters, and the entire land seemed to be covered, with souls sweeping across it.

"What is that?"

"Is it Bailong?"

"That guy wasn't he a fool? Cultivating for over thirty years and still in the second realm of the Bone Realm, historically the slowest idiot."

"Is he finally pushing to the third realm?"

"Ridiculous, we inherited the divine blood of great divine-demons, born strong, cultivating at a rapid speed, yet he is slower than even a mortal."

"But why is the aura so powerful?"

...

This aura, even though it's just breaking through the third realm, bears some resemblance in energy concentration to a newcomer of the fourth realm, the Daoist, highly condensed!

Moruo and Bruce arrived.

"Young one, how did you...?"

After several tests, they finally confirmed the oddity in this young one's mind!

His soul, compressed in some mysterious way, had turned into a golden golden core, with an extremely high concentration, even surpassing the soul concentration of the fourth realm.

"I don't cultivate the traditional method of fragmenting the knowledge sea; I cultivate the Golden Core Technique. A single golden core ingested into the stomach means my fate is determined by me, not by heaven," Bailong said earnestly.

Moruo was stunned.

Cultivation!!

Who would have thought an evil demon creature would inherit something like this?

Bruce was also dumbfounded, "Where did you get this inheritance? Why is your soul so unusual?"

Bailong, of course, wouldn't reveal that mysterious existence, only saying, "I obtained some special ancient god inheritance, awakening an alternative cultivation method. This system involves Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

From the remains of that deceased Demon God, obtained?

This further confirmed that the remains of that God-Demon originated from this planet since the legends here also spoke of this system division.

If those God-Demon remains still had consciousness, they'd surely be heartbroken, feeling unjustly blamed for everything.

"Hahaha, it's our kingdom's great fortune!"

"This time, let's see how the neighboring Nest Kingdom can resist?"

Moruo laughed loudly, and Bruce decided to secretly seal this genius's news, providing the best conditions for cultivation, hoping he would rise swiftly.

The Dark Titan Era, year sixty-seven.

After several decades, Bailong still remained old and unhurried, practicing every day, yet showing no signs of a breakthrough in realm.

This greatly disappointed Moruo and Bruce.

Because the resources consumed were excessively many, and it seemed the powerful strength and terrifying foundation also demanded an equivalent price.

Moreover, Bailong was exploring breakthroughs in each realm on his own, and even standing on the shoulders of giants proved extremely challenging.

The Dark Titan Era, year seventy-five.

The situation at the frontline was extremely tense.

Moruo and Bruce, after all, had temporarily joined the cause, unable to resist the orthodox... Since they started taking in mortals, their advantage was lost.

Bailong still showed no signs of breakthrough, causing Moruo to doubt that this inheritance was flawed and gradually reduced his cultivation resources.

The Dark Titan Era, year seventy-nine.

Bailong had cultivated for over seventy years, yet still remained stuck at the third Golden Core realm.

Many of his peers had already broken through to True God, some even having died on the frontline, their remains turning into bones, with generations following in their footsteps.

Some clan members, looking at Bailong, couldn't help but feel utter disappointment!

They even thought he was afraid of death, purposely stuck at his realm, avoiding the frontline.

"Coward!"

"Disgrace!"

"He has lost the glory we bestowed upon that forbidden existence!"

The Dark Titan Era, year eighty.

Even a normal modern human lifespan would have passed by now.

Even in divine time, a day in heaven is a year on earth, yet in reality, over eighty days had passed.

Bruce was gradually showing signs of aging, having fought year after year with internal injuries everywhere. Strong as he was, he couldn't withstand it; their system involved many battle methods that burned lifespan, leading to exhaustion at this point.

"Alas, we have no successors," Moruo sighed, "On the other hand, the Moon Nest Dynasty has produced an extraordinary genius, who ascended to the New God, quickly mastering five great Soul Demon Halls, and still among the strongest... He intends to slaughter us, enslaving us, sacrificing our flesh to the great God."

This was a true war.

The gods sacrificed in the war on both sides were offerings to that forbidden remnant.

They started a war year after year, intending to sacrifice the other, truly killing the opponent... simply because they didn't want to die.

Just as Moruo sighed,

a domineering voice suddenly echoed across the kingdom's sky.

"Eighty years, I've tolerated you to this extent; this is simply the weakness of previous rulers." A figure stood towering in the sky, "This God descends, and you weaklings, shouldn't you hurry to greet?"

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