Morning.

Immortal Palace, Land of Immortal Ancestors.

Fu Qingjun inserted his consciousness into a loyal plant, a face protruded, quietly observing the disheveled old man, "They are coming."

Fu Qingjun kindly reminded him.

But other than that, he couldn't change anything.

His combat abilities were weak, using Bailong to incite internal conflict, but he hoped Bailong would win.

"Is all this destiny? I seem to see the malice of destiny, mortals always wanting to kill gods?" Bailong's face showed a faint smile.

Fu Qingjun remained silent, not believing in such ethereal things, suddenly spoke: "Mortals do not seek to kill gods, but most parallel destinies in this world are but a law; the law at hand: reform, push certain things, and face certain obstacles of the common people..."

"For instance, the Moon Surface Nest Kingdom."

Bailong's demeanor was calm.

He promoted a system to restrain his opponents, though it was a progression of the era, a renewal of civilization.

However, this progression came at the cost of wiping them out; how could they willingly be destroyed?

Bailong became stern, questioning the doubts in his heart, "Atlantis civilization, Shushan civilization, both claim to be from hundreds of thousands of years in the future, is there truly a power of time travel?"

He had secretly traveled to these two civilizations, unwavering, without a trace of deceit.

It wasn't just him who suspected; even the Moon Surface Nest Kingdom secretly probed, forced to question the possibility of "time travel."

"Yes, time travel is possible," Fu Qingjun answered softly.

He naturally could not travel through time.

But indeed, there is a great power to traverse time in this world, that ancient ship, and Jiaxia... although he cannot explain the principle now.

Bailong looked up, gazing at the sky, his eyes seemingly penetrating the gray mist, spoke softly:

"Then they truly come from hundreds of thousands of years in the future."

"It means the future is predestined; how will my fate unfold next?"

Like Emperor Lianna, Tang Meng, and others, upon learning of "visitors from hundreds of thousands of years later," his immediate reaction was undoubtedly to ask these time travelers about his future fate.

How many years did he live?

Ultimately, what realm did he reach?

Where did he die?

These are questions any normal life would ponder, and he was no different.

After all, the temptation of time travel was too great.

"Atlantis and other civilizations, due to the distant past, have already become unclear on past histories, but surely you know my future fate."

"Since you are God, it was you who allowed them to travel back to the distant past, to save this tragic era after the dark deluge..."

Fu Qingjun did not answer.

He indeed met Bailong as God, even took him as his fourth unnamed disciple.

Because that was the most fitting choice.

God's identity, already suspected as the survivor of the prehistoric deluge, remnants of gods and demons, once lived during the Jiaxia Era, coinciding with the recognition of this "remnant of gods and demons."

"Traversing distant time and space, what tragedy are you trying to save?"

He seemed lost in thought, "Saving the Mayan Civilization? Saving the first disciple Yudula, Emperor Lianna?"

"Atlantis, Shushan civilization, all believed it was to save Emperor Lianna; they read the 'Mayan Civilization Chronicles', fell in love with this emperor, thinking she was the key to the entire era."

Clearly, he had also read the book that Professor Naxika wrote, "Mayan Civilization Chronicles."

"But now it seems, this is not the case, because they do not need saving, with the progression of the current era, I have already saved them, and they are doing very well now..."

"So, what exactly do you intend to save?" Bailong asked, seriously focusing on that face for the first time.

Fu Qingjun remained silent.

The Maya civilization nowadays indeed needs no rescue.

Because he guided Bailong, causing a war within the Demon God, helping the Maya civilization bear tremendous pressure.

Precisely because he relieved the pressure in a short time, creating spare time, he sent key members of his Demon Country—Emperor Lianna and others—into the "Spirit Time House" to start seclusion training.

"So, who exactly do you want to save? Save the key figure enough to change the entire era, triggering the entire dark era?"

"This person should have thousands of connections with you, holding the greatest influence over this era."

"From every angle, could it be, your true intent is to travel back hundreds of thousands of years ago, to save your fourth disciple.... a tragedy like Jiaxia, with someone like me?"

Bailong still carried a purely clean smile, calm eye corners full of laughter, the entire person exuding an inexplicably clear sense of purity.

"You seem not to take me as your disciple, yet you care the most about me instead."

"So, the true tragedy of fate, does it begin with my downfall?"

Bailong looked to the sky, saying: "It means that my impending doom in the upcoming great war is certain... I am the start of all the dark tragic era, so, you traveled through distant space and time, wanting to change all that happens, change my death."

Fu Qingjun's heart tightened instantly, a sense of unease.

"What are you... planning to do?"

Fu Qingjun's voice was somewhat hoarse, "The past fate is not unchangeable; I came to this prehistoric time so you could live on."

Regardless, he truly intended to save Bailong.

The entire Immortal Palace seemed to be imbued with an inexplicable aura, like a stellar vortex, particles swirling at high speed, as if in the eye of a storm, yet the center of the Immortal Palace was exceptionally serene, like a utopian oasis.

"Everything in the world has a fate in the unseen, your efforts I can see; like me now, I am soon to be killed by the common folk, I am too old, nearly powerless to resist, my whole life has been a calculation of my realm, their lifetime calculations in killing me, it is unstoppable... this is fate."

Bailong bowed his head, "From the beginning, I used the Creation Jade Butterfly to calculate, my survival probability, less than thirty percent... From the future destiny, thirty percent is theoretical, realistically, the possibility should be zero."

Fu Qingjun said, "Then it should be changed. You yourself have speculated that your downfall is the dark beginning of the common folk's fate, every time travel across space-time is to save you... your importance is greater than anyone's."

"But I have a better way."

Bailong showed an immensely pure smile, "To change the future without changing my fate, even if I head towards death, the future will not usher in true darkness."

Fu Qingjun was silent.

He did not understand Bailong's thoughts or what he intended to do.

But he disagreed with Bailong's idealism; he was really too naïve, too idealistic. He hated war, avoided everything, did not want to be the enemy of the common people. He originally had a thirty percent chance to win, yet believed in "destiny," even choosing to abandon the last hope.

Perhaps, this was also his problem...

He initially chose Bailong, this young man, because he was precisely such an ideal person.

He remained silent, regardless of everything, he held a deep sense of respect towards this martyr who longed for Jiaxia, willing to give up everything for ideals.

—The places he's walked are littered with bones, the places he's left overflow with the beauty of spring.

He grew up reading the tale of Jiaxia, always dreaming of becoming such a person.

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