"They were repelled just like that?"

"Defeated miserably?"

They stared blankly at the vanished wreckage.

This battle had exhausted all their trump cards. The opponent's Demon God remnants acted personally, and they thought they were surely doomed, yet the God of Hemons had personally descended...

"It actually took just one blow..." murmured Amiro.

In reality, it was a mutual destruction situation.

Fu Qingjun had completely emptied all the resources collected during this period, considering it a gold-hitting strike. However, this mutual destruction in front was still a huge gain, Fu Qingjun himself was always hiding in the shadows...

"Did we perhaps change primordial history?"

"The great God of Hemons has actually descended!"

They looked again at Bailong's wreckage on the ground, and towards the vast vortex eye in the sky, larger than the sun; at this moment, everyone began to gaze benignly at it.

Crack!!

Everything abruptly cleared.

The colors in the sky seemed to vanish,

leaving only a massive black eyeball full of swirling patterns, slowly revolving.

A vast, majestic writhing mist-like form spun, a mass of endlessly expanding and contracting rolling black mist threads, akin to some deep-sea soft-bodied tentacled creature's eye, with soft eyelash limbs stretching evilly in all directions.

—After all, what other shapes could hair take?

"Is this... Hemons?"

"Oh my god!"

Every bit of this scene had seized the throats of everyone present, a release of the most primitive terror from deep within their genes.

This was utterly different from the bright image in everyone's hearts.

Before them was knowledge symbolizing all creation in the world, an indescribable cosmic-level phenomenon, all cold, eerie, harsh, and morbid, like an ancient iron meteor drifting through the depths of the cosmos, like the white crescent moon illuminating humanity for hundreds of millions of years in the dead of night.

They looked up, murmuring the ancient history of old:

[On the second day, Hemons bestowed knowledge]

They seemed to have traveled through ancient times, reading the second ancient tablet, countless swirling disks on the tablet, swirling in the sky, ground dwellers' descriptions of it varied.

This dark twisted eerie style of illustration, they finally understood the words of Professor Naxika describing seeing Amiro in the "Chronicles of the Maya Civilization":

"It, like a massive silent frozen black mountain range spanning numerous light-years in space, stood amidst the distant dark abyssal starry sky, eternally existing, coldly observing the land."

"Why should it conform to human aesthetics? Humans are tiny and powerless, laughable! Humans are nothing in the universe river systems, not even considered bacteria in front of the stars!"

"The eternally sleeping are not dead, even in eternal mysteries, even death can vanish, only 'They' live forever."

...

Seeing was not the joy of witnessing one of the three great cosmic existences but seemed like seeing the abyss of the universe, fear, numbness, like seeing terrifying natural phenomena beyond black holes, humans standing on the beach witnessing the most terrifying tsunami coming that feeling of powerlessness.

At this instant, they all felt a strange emotion rise, feeling themselves part of this colossal entity, all of them its body, all of them its children...

This unbelievable feeling filled every corner of their hearts.

"Don't look at it," someone yelled low, staring too long, feeling their soul being sucked.

Yet, shocked by Hemons' truly indescribable form, various questions began to linger in their minds.

"What happened now?"

"The Ancient Gods and Demons killed by Jiaxia still don't learn a lesson and dare to conspire against the Ancient God?"

"Indeed, those creatures before the great flood were extremely wicked! Even now, they don't know repentance!"

"That ancient Demon God, facing Hemons' descent, still so bold, risking life to forcibly grab the remains of the Immortal Ancestor? Why do that?"

"And why did the great Hemons save an insignificant mortal of this small era?"

Why?

They thought rapidly, immediately discerning the illogical points within.

Feeling that ancient history might not be simple.

And the next scene revealed an even more strange picture.

Only to see, the fragmented Emperor Lianna, and even others, gradually stood up, looking blankly around, even the Immortal Ancestor among them...

The Immortal Ancestor didn't die?

Everyone looked with excitement, "Could it be that the Demon God fragmented the corpses, allowing them not to fall with Emperor Liu?"

No, no...

They inspected carefully.

It's that mysterious and strange Demon God remnant method.

Although separating their souls' return temporarily, those who died, have indeed died.

They used this method, fearful of forcibly gathering the fragmented souls of freshly dead, resurrecting them temporarily for consulting their memories and conversation.

Such a method was simply mystical, temporarily summoning and gathering the remaining thoughts of the dead, is this the ancient Demon God of the great flood era?

"Where am I?"

The Immortal Ancestor's lingering thoughts looked around.

He was initially devoured by Emperor Liu's soul, integrated, souls mixed together, bound to die, even within an instant dead long ago, considered a soul split personality of Emperor Liu, yet forcibly extracted out...

Celestial Emperor Bailong glanced around blankly, instantly understanding his state, it was some incredible earthly mighty force temporarily gathering him together.

But a series of perplexities quickly surged from his mind, couldn't help but ask the sky: "Great God of Hemons, why save me?"

He was supposed to be doomed,

He couldn't think of any reason to contest over his remains.

After all, he didn't know the Immortal Path he pioneered had become a focal point in the struggle between both parties.

Truly believed that piece of history was genuine prehistoric great flood history, he wasn't the originator of the Immortal Path, only a reviver, those ancient Demon Gods should have known of the Immortal Path's existence, why fight over him?

He, wasn't worth fighting for.

Even if there was a need to fight, but, did it concern the great God of Hemons fighting???

Who is Hemons?

According to ancient historical records, that symbolizes a conceptual existence of the universe!

A cosmic concept-level ancient existence, celestial natural phenomenon, competing with weak mortals... itself is an extremely unreasonable incongruous scenario.

These series of doubts also arose in everyone's hearts with the Immortal Ancestor's questioning.

Fu Qingjun found his heart sinking unstoppably, though this temporary gathering allowing one last farewell with Bailong was an unexpected joy, but at the moment...

became a strong incongruous point.

He carefully thought about how to resolve the current situation, calmly watched the earthly beings' gaze, countless sights fixed upon him...

Suddenly, this twisted cosmic giant emitted a liquid rolling, colliding sound, seemingly boiling, eyes lowered,

"Bailong, I'm here to take you back."

This was a sound every creature understood, transmitting to the depths of their souls.

"Taking me... back?" Bailong Immortal Ancestor was stunned, gradually fading into a blur, filled with confusion, "Why...."

"Haven't you noticed?" The eyeball coolly stared below, "Thou art I."

Bailong gazed blankly at the sky, shocked speechless in his mind.

I am...

Hemons' reincarnation.

Bailong lowered his head, stretched out his palm, looked at the fingerprint of his soul.

His fingerprint inexplicably slightly twisted, gradually evolving into a familiar round pattern, identical to the Eye of Hemons seen on American currency in posterity.

This pattern?

Suddenly recalled the prophecy legend from tens of thousands of years ahead in the future:

[When one's right index fingerprint manifests the same pattern, that person is the reincarnation of the God of Hemons]

In the distance, Jiang Yang trembled all over, recalling the previous conversation with Professor Naxika, couldn't help but utter in a lost voice:

"The indigenous people of the American Continent, the Bright Church imprinted the Eye of Hemons on American banknotes, firmly believing that when Hemons' reincarnation descends, it will lead the survivors of the great flood of earth like Jiaxia to glory."

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