Chapter 940: Mythology Will Be Written by Us! (Part 1)

"We..." the Elven Queen, Kellybel, stared at the scene before her with a blank, hollow gaze, "are we also to be destroyed?!"

Gu Tingyun leaned heavily on his cane at the cliff's edge of the Haotian Academy, gazing out over the entire world, which now bore the visage of a catastrophic, final tribulation.

He turned his head back, looking toward the bustling crowd of disciples with their young, naive faces.

Outside the Jiuhua City shop, Song Qingfeng, Xu Zixin, Nalan Mingxue... faces that had long shed their former youthfulness, alongside countless commoner warriors like Liang Shi and Fu Jianghe... slowly lifted their heads, looking up at the sky.

This was the world... upon which they relied for survival.

And now, it was being ruthlessly trampled upon.

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The initial retreat of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sea, the Pantheon, and the Nine Serenities had led everyone to believe the storm had passed, yet no one anticipated that the previous battles were not even worth a single glance, for... this moment truly felt like the ultimate apocalypse of heaven and earth!

It was also at this very moment that everyone realized their past victories were merely defeating a drop in the ocean of these incomparably powerful entities.

Before, they had only revealed the tip of the iceberg, but now, as the universe-shaking reality behind that hidden tip manifested, every face was washed with a look of utter, unimaginable terror.

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Across the continent, figures stepped out from beneath the eaves of their roofs, raising their eyes to gaze upward.

Perhaps... they were happiest when they knew absolutely nothing.

Working at sunrise, resting at sunset, in an endless cycle, people were bound by an invisible order, ignorant and thus free from any pain or fear.

If nothing unexpected happened, perhaps the entire world would have continued along this path forever, until passing away unnoticed one day.

Yet the closer one drew to the truth, the more one felt that the world was like a bottomless, dark abyss beneath the sea.

Or perhaps... what lay before them was hell itself.

Those who had attempted to resist had already been destroyed.

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"What a fragile world; I feel as though the slightest movement of a finger would cause everything here to instantly collapse," a voice sneered, emerging from the darkness like a demon bringing endless dread to the world.

Three heads, eight clans, a human face with horns atop its head; though it spoke human tongue, it was cold and devoid of humanity, its undisguised evil evident from its countenance alone.

Like the black and white sides of this world, it was, without a doubt, the deepest darkness.

The sky where black and white, light and dark converged was a spectacle never seen before.

No one could emerge unscathed before this power, because this power was the entire world itself!

"Once, there was also a human who did the same foolish thing, and his end was to fall upon this very land," a deity clad in golden armor and helmet, wearing an imperial crown and riding a silver-white giant dragon, gazed down upon the earth with incomparable majesty, "Is that man... his reincarnation?"

"Whether he is or not, can it change his predestined end?" a Holy Venerable dressed in a purple Daoist robe coldly stared downward, "That supreme treasure has resided in the human realm for so long; it seems these mortals have also been tainted by a fraction of its aura."

"Then slaughter them all," the demon said grimly, "That is a supreme fortune... nurtured by this world for countless years...! How can it be shared with these insects!"

"It must be retrieved completely intact."

For countless years, a supreme thought flashed through the minds of these gods and demons, a mandate originating from that highest existence: "It is also time for the harvest."

"The Li God Army!" a voice seemed to echo from beyond the heavens.

Leaving only one sound remaining.

"Roar—!" Soul-shaking wails resounded as if from the depths of the soul; heaven and earth seemed to converge once more, and the wind picked up... a furious gale howled, and a deep, grey mist rose, completely enveloping the entire world.

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"It is the Elven God!" In the Elven Kingdom, Elven Queen Kellybel and Grand Elder Hilu watched the mist drift across the mirror-like lake, which now reflected the surroundings with stark clarity, as if welcoming... the creator who had fashioned it.

"Could it be... the Elven God has descended to the mortal realm?! Has he come back to see us?!" Trembling with intense excitement, Elven Queen Kellybel and Grand Elder Hilu, along with a host of elders, stepped forward almost immediately to welcome him.

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"The Ancestor is returning—!" In the Eastern Continent, and even the Immortal Relic Continent, every major sect was filled with wild excitement.

For that was... the pride that every generation deemed worthy of boasting about for a lifetime!

"Sect Master, look!" Outside the Ancestral Hall, Xue Daolv stood with a group of cultivators, staring intently at the anomalous vision.

"That Ancestor is the oldest one of our Liuyun Daoist Palace!" Even Xiao Yulv wore a proud expression, showing off his knowledge as he whispered to the disciples beside him, "It is said... our Liuyun Daoist Palace only caught a tiny fraction of a branch of a branch passed down by that great entity."

The Beastman Kingdom, the Elven Forest, the Liuyun Daoist Palace, and so on... everywhere across the world.

A mist arose, cold as frost.

Blunt and twisted figures seemed to walk out from within the fog.

Everyone, whose faces had been filled with joyous excitement just a moment prior, suddenly froze, their expressions instantly warping into near-distorted terror and horrified shrieks: "What... what is this?!"

In the Elven Royal Court, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the mist—hidden beneath a cloak, only half of its gaunt face was exposed. In its hand, it drew a bizarre, rust-covered longbow, pulled to a full moon, aiming directly at all the elves present!

Just like the grand statue standing outside the Royal Court!

"That is..." Grand Elder Hilu nearly lost his voice, "The divine technique, the Moon-Falling Style?!"

With a sharp buzz, his mind was left completely blank.

Almost instinctively, he dove to the side, and when he turned back the next moment... he saw several elders, their faces still wearing expressions of bewilderment, consumed by the skyrocketing white light!

At the same time, an invisible force truly seemed to permeate through the heavens and the earth.

"No... it is no longer the Elven God!" Elven Queen Kellybel said, her voice trembling.

Her heart held nothing but utter despair; in such a final tribulation, their god brought them not salvation, but... destruction!

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It was not just the Elven Forest, but also the Liuyun Daoist Palace and various sects, as well as the kingdoms of the Western Continent...

At this moment, it was as if they had ushered in a slaughter!

"That is... the immortal spell 'Ten Thousand Miles of Drifting Clouds'! The legendary strongest immortal spell of the human realm!"

In the Liuyun Daoist Palace, that sacred cultivating ground where flowers bloomed everywhere and pristine clouds drifted, the miraculous sight of the Ancestor's descent that countless disciples had anticipated did not appear; what appeared instead was... thousands of rushing torrents, and a foul wind accompanied by a rain of blood!

Tragic screams and wails blended into one! Shock remained frozen on their faces because... no one had foreseen such an outcome!

What they beheld... was the fate of the losers. Perhaps one day, they too would end up like this... praised by future generations, yet unaware that they had long become puppets and slaughtering blades in the hands of others, swinging a ruthless, cold edge at their own descendants!

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