Everyone was extremely excited.

They gazed at Emperor Liu in the sky, who used his unique technique to devour and fuse all the strong ones, gathering the top forces of the era for a decisive battle.

Immortal Ancestor, Liana, Hongqi, the First Buddha, Demon Luo...

And the millions of fallen deities on the main battlefield, all transformed into a torrent of souls, merging into his body; if even this couldn't secure a win...

"We must win."

Everyone saw Emperor Liu's soul burning, witnessing an incredibly astonishing scene rapidly manifesting on Earth.

It was light.

Countless emotions of the living surged forth — hope, dreams, hatred, love, kindness, hypocrisy... joy, anger, sorrow, bitterness, five emotions, along with souls symbolizing opposition, good versus evil.

It was a mixed power that had swallowed countless souls, rushing swiftly into Emperor Liu's body, like a giant Demon Luo, a larger mist conglomerate, resembling a white sun emitting dazzling light.

Boom!

One punch.

"Hehehe ahahaha! Die, die, die, die quickly!" Emperor Liu's face twisted with insane malice, swirling with resentment and despair, yet amid the emotions of all beings, he seemed to feel something different, and tears streamed down his face for the first time.

Bang!!

It was like a dust explosion.

He fiercely blew up the opponent's forehead, and without giving them a chance to react, landed hundreds of punches on their chest in the next second.

Madly exploding at supersonic speed, countless fists landed densely on the opponent's body.

"Get back to your coffin!"

Bang!

The final punch shattered the black mist completely.

The sky cleared for a moment, and the world seemed utterly clean.

The world was like thoroughly wiped glass, clear and transparent.

Emperor Liu knelt on the ground, face twisted yet satisfied, the mad roar mixed with pain, deeply content.

He knelt on both knees on the ground, fiercely raising his arms high as if holding up the sky, "I won, I won... Did you see it? I won!!"

"We won!"

The entire world erupted with astonishing cheers, a tidal wave of joy.

The mist-beast-like existence, finally defeated, those ancient mist remnants were ultimately incomplete, and they had won.

Some cried tears of joy, others mourned the familiar faces lost in the war, for the casualties were enormous, nearly none among the world's elite had survived.

"The war is over."

"We're still alive."

Many sat in the ruins, sobbing.

At Fu Qingjun's cafeteria.

Pa pa!

Little Trumpet excitedly blew the suona, tears of excitement mixing as it ran wildly around the cafeteria.

Baiyu, the silent and calm man, was also excitedly shouting, clenching his fists.

All the men from Miao Chun Hall, seeing this distant space live broadcast, cheered, rejoiced, reborn from calamity, knowing the era had completely changed.

An entirely new prehistoric Earth universe era was coming.

Even Fu Qingjun was in the cafeteria, taking big mouthfuls of noodles, earnestly saying: "The parallel Earth expedition team has won, resisting the apocalypse... it's been half a year, finally reaching this point."

In the next moment, Emperor Liu's figure began to blur.

He had absorbed too many souls and wills, the whole person had long become a non-human conglomerate creature, now even his body was collapsing, unable to maintain its form.

"Even that guy too..."

Everyone felt a nameless emotion pressing on their hearts.

In various places, the survivors' chief shamans quietly gazed at the elliptical projection mirror.

There it reflected clear images of a seemingly world's end wilderness ruin, a man gradually collapsing kneeling on the ground, roaring at the sky, yet rapidly deteriorating.

The sky emitted a beam like morning sunlight, showering the ground, countless dewdrops inexplicably fell from the sky.

Demon Luo's figure gradually appeared at the original site.

"You really succeeded in using me this time." Liu Luo's figure gradually blurred, fragmented, yet he raised a slight smile, "Can you promise me one thing?"

Demon Luo was silent for a moment.

Knowing Liu Luo was genuinely smiling, not pretending.

He had fused too many things, emotions, energy, souls, long ceased to be himself, now he could feel truly wholesome living creature emotions.

"What is it?" Demon Luo asked.

"The prehistoric era has been altered by me, then, the future will also usher in changes." Liu Luo gazed at the sky, "I hope you go to see that future me, you should know what to do, don't come to bother me anymore."

Demon Luo blinked.

But, is the future even possible?

He couldn't help but ask himself.

Perhaps, even traveling tens of thousands of years back to prehistoric times, changing the past, will the future truly be altered?

After returning to modern times, would the world he sees be different because he changed the prehistoric era?

Even if altered, would Liu Luo be born? Would he exist in this world?... Even here where he truly died, could the world altered in the future still be alive? It's all yet uncertain.

But Demon Luo did not refuse, bending down to squat,

"I understand."

Suddenly, inexplicably, in his mind flashed some images only humans would have.

A mountain village filled with corpses.

"You're really something, since your surname is Liu, why not call yourself Liu Luo along with me."

...

"Little one, you're the ghost born with a human body, a rare constitution in the world, you have to live longer... open an era for our Demon Realm."

...

"I, as True Immortal Emperor of Heaven and Earth, rule the land, symbolizing the truth, goodness, and beauty in the world!"

He exploded his clone with a punch, "Deserves to die!"

...

He devoured his avatar in one bite, "Delicious!"

...

Boom!

Demon Luo seemed to see a stage of life, that arrogant and overbearing youth laughing madly at the sky, complexity showed in his expression.

Liu Luo spoke no more, his whole body rapidly dried up, aged, decayed, slowly sitting cross-legged on the ground, gazing at the now-clear blue sky and blazing sun, seemingly seeing that familiar distant era of his own.

Suddenly, a scene of a mother holding Jiasha's book appeared before his eyes.

"Indeed, no matter how long, I will always remember."

"Who said I died..." Liu Luo gradually faded away into smoke and dust, gazing at the sky with a brilliant smile, "My past fate has already been altered by me, I will reappear on Shushan Land tens of thousands of years later."

"Go, to the next future."

...

...

Crunch!

He collapsed onto the ground.

In the next second, the sky was split into two colors.

"Jili Gulu..."

The pitch-black side of the sky seemed to be nightfall, suddenly extending a grim black arm, surprisingly tearing through the void from the prehistoric gods and demons, uttering great unknown ancient cosmic languages.

Seemingly awakened with anger due to sensing the fall of a certain avatar, filled with hatred and evil.

"The divine demon remnant, personally coming..."

Some showed an unbelievable expression, full of despair, "How is this possible!!"

For the first time thinking of winning, who knew there was a trump card; the second, the third time... didn't expect the opponent to constantly unveil strong measures, seemingly unbeatable colossal existence.

But at this moment, it was already impossible to win... All means had been exhausted, even though the mutually destructive methods had been used.

And on the other side, the clear sky seemed to have numerous dark shadow threads dancing, converging into a sky-encompassing black thread orb eye, forming a mysterious vortex pattern, slowly emerging from the void.

"Eye of Hemos..." someone shouted, "God has come to slay the demon again."

History closes the pages.

This scene of prehistoric ancient frescoes converges into eternity, recorded on stone tablets tens of thousands of years later.

A commoner kneels in the center of the earth after the great flood.

Left sky, pitch-black as ink, an ancient demon god arm descends.

Right sky, clear and bright, an ancient cosmic celestial eye appears.

Years and time, enough to wash away all heroic stories on civilizational history, when people of the distant tens of thousands of years later open the last chapter of the "Mayan Civilization Chronicle," see the last page of fresco with no excessive textual description, any summary.

But everyone who sees this ancient prehistoric myth fresco understands what happened, and below the page is only a fresco name filled with mythological meaning:

[Eye of Hemos, Map of Human Discernment of Good and Evil]

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