Fu Qingjun couldn't help but organize his thoughts.

In reality, he seemed to have escaped to Earth in the Parallel Cosmos, but he was actually always in the "ship's space"...

What kind of terrifying existence is this ship?

It literally "moved mountains and filled seas," creating a Parallel Cosmos Earth in some way!

Daluo Golden Immortal?

Fu Qingjun inexplicably thought of this term.

"However, the WWII Earth I've gone to is indeed not the Earth in the real universe..." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath.

It seems the main battleground is still over there on the real Earth where the true fog has receded!

After all, the WWII-era planet before him actually always lived within the internal space of an ancient ship; it's very safe.

Moreover, although those cosmic remnants seemingly fled, they are actually lurking in the shadows, coveting the real Earth...

"Beyond the universe."

Fu Qingjun gazed at the brilliant stars, "Aliens truly exist."

He inexplicably recalled those sci-fi movies, the spacecraft of humans navigating through the stars, even the plots in sci-fi novels like "The Three-Body Problem," is it not like that now?

He felt a kind of excitement, a complex emotion.

This might truly be a new era for Earth.

The yearning...

Is it for the cosmic sea of stars?

"The external crisis is also an opportunity..."

But, the opponent should also be hidden within a subspace of their own, floating in the solar system, never appearing in reality.

His thoughts gradually became clear.

He sent Jiaxia to this "ship cabin Earth" tens of thousands of years ago.

Then Jiaxia, with that sail, managed to escape the ship cabin space, ran to the real Earth tens of thousands of years ago, and then went to the cosmic sea of stars, the boundless universe...

Then, he led the invaders to the real Earth, causing the current fog crisis.

Although Emperor Liu isn't here, this truly is a kind of time cycle in some sense.

Perhaps, mastering "space" isn't the strongest ability of the ancient ship; beings of the Sixth Realm can master "space." Mastering "time," time itself is the most terrifying power of the ancient ship.

What a pity...

Jiaxia took my ship sail...

I can only use the ability of "space" now, though the ancient ship's "time" ability...

Jiaxia, oh Jiaxia,

My unrivaled SSR, where have you gone?

"Although it looks like I knocked the opponent once, dispersing Earth's fog, it just scared the other side away. Truly dealing with them is still very difficult." Fu Qingjun frowned.

Crack!

At this moment, Fu Qingjun left the ship cabin space, through the tunnel, arriving on Earth where the fog has retreated.

"If I guessed correctly, the opponent is indeed hidden in a subspace similar to a ship's space. His space also contains a planet, a Parallel Planet belonging to his own civilization."

Boom!!

From high altitude, he overlooked the entire world.

Under the blue sky, the towns were vibrant, but the picture suddenly changed; towering ancient city walls were surrounded by skyscrapers.

Outside the Great Witch Giant Wall lay the world of countless mortals, mountains, rivers, so exquisitely small it's unimaginable.

And these mortals covered volcanoes, oceans, rivers, all Earth's landscapes.

Deep mountain Taoist temples, bustling downtown shrines, island immortal mountains, Magma Demon Palace, Undersea Dragon Palace... endless concealed immortals, covering this land anew, incredibly prosperous.

This has evidently become...

A realm of "natural disaster" Immortal Dao Demon Country, invading, covering the whole planet.

Swish!

Occasionally, dragons and flying fish flew out of the atmosphere, swimming in the cloud-rolling thick fog atmosphere, as if swimming in the "sky sea."

"I am Star Monarch Xingyun, overseer of the world, who are you?"

A dragon spoke, floating in the atmosphere.

Fu Qingjun paid him no heed, suddenly disappeared, plummeting rapidly from the sky, landing in the urban town of the Great Witch Tribe. There were students, office workers, and others passing by.

"Checked my Martial Dao qualifications, I actually have no cultivation qualification? Why?"

"Hmph! What are you thinking? Most of us are still ordinary people, those with outstanding qualifications barely make up one in a thousand, better to just obey and work."

...

The fog dispersed, seemingly looking no different from before the apocalypse, but they began nationwide cultivation of Martial Dao, establishing various compulsory courses.

Moreover, they, as Great Witches, started discussing the worldly situation.

After all, a day or a year, their time passed very differently, mortal iterations changed swiftly, Celestial Court re-established quickly, even a new era of manifold forms emerged.

For them, the fog dispersal was only two short months ago.

Fu Qingjun walked the street, listening to the bustling surroundings, his expression calm.

He once was one of them...

But leading his Ant Demon Country's expeditionary force, he defeated the enemy...

"I still need to continue developing my power, find ways to strengthen it, not knowing what means the opponent will employ for a comeback."

"Even, I seriously suspect, they might have already discovered my hint, I'm a fake."

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the situation.

Though he doesn't want to think toward the worst direction, treating the opponent as fool isn't viable.

That move of his was too problematic, if it was truly a forbidden existence of the same Sixth Realm level, even if not killing the opponent, it's not possible to attack so roughly with energy, using no techniques...

Allowing the opponent to flee so easily.

He's definitely already aware of the hint.

"Even though that strike, I certainly severely crippled the opponent a lot, but if they come back stronger, I won't be able to beat them...." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, constantly contemplating solutions.

He is a fake.

He's clearer than anyone else.

After all, only cultivating for a few months, managing to reach this stage is already not easy, scaring away such a Cosmic Overlord able to create multiverses...

"On the other side, the Great Emperor's return to develop that WWII-era Earth, doesn't need interference.... On the contrary, this place, full of potential, is truly a budding prosperous era."

It's been a full sixty years since that bloody battle.

Although Fu Qingjun did not intervene, quite a bit of turmoil appeared on the land.

With the revival of the Immortal Dao Race, and the hybridization among slugmen, angels, various racial integrations, many new races emerged.

Kirins, Dragon Race, Phoenixes...

When the races of all living things thrive to a certain extent, all sorts of bizarre creatures emerged, leaving Fu Qingjun dazzled.

He began by paying attention to detailed data of each new race, but soon there were too many, causing him to not bother managing them, waiting for any powerful hidden race to emerge, dominating a side, he'll naturally know.

"Earth's ancient mythology revived, all over cultivating Immortal Dao, and Yudula and others promoting Immortal Martial Dao... but still have to expand anew."

Fu Qingjun had a calm expression, as he suddenly descended underground, "But, amid such a universal prosperity, full of potential, lacking a sense of crisis won't do...."

Gurgle!

The seawater churned.

At this moment, beneath Earth's tranquil surface, Fu Qingjun sensed the surrounding seawater, holding a lump of flesh, precisely the remnants of the figure condensed within the fog, dropped remains of a cosmic entity,

"This cosmic evil alien species from the fog is a treasure, dissect and fuse it, not only knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, but also can transform into a new race for me... localize the enemy to level up is a good strategy."

"Using this lineage, let this world rise in fog anew, the apocalypse befalls again."

Fu Qingjun thought about it, coughed twice, cleared his throat, casually said, "I am the ancient Demon Venerable, after the great flood in the past, Jiaxia killed me, just now even defeated me once, my second rise, will surely have all beings revive my remnants!"

Fu Qingjun's idea was simple.

The opponent isn't in their peak period, just remnants, been driven back by the planet's natives' repulsion of the fog?

Cough.

Though not repelling through direct confrontation, but by posing as a pig to eat a tiger, using presence of the same realm to scare the opponent away.

Yet no matter how, it's 'defeat stopped,' then losing is too regrettable, better to use your lineage to stir fog anew, bringing crisis to the world...

Fu Qingjun felt he had found a good scapegoat.

He surely discovered I am a fake, intending to return even more thriving...

Thus, his coping method is:

Walk his path, leaving him with no path to walk.

He pretentiously role-played a little.

"I am Demon Venerable, just now the beings of this land defeated me the first time, the second time, do you still think there's a chance?" Fu Qingjun opened his mouth casually, emitting an extremely vengeful tone:

"Emperor Xia!!"

The voice was full of resentment, surprisingly somewhat godlike,

"This time, shroud the world in fog, must slaughter this planet, all beings dyed with my blood, all become my children."

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