Chapter 105: Chapter 93: Erecting a Monument for Civilization

The structure of the gene bloodline is unstable, which is a common flaw of hybrid species.

Whether it was the dark angels produced from the inhumane crossbreeding experiments using White Feather Angels and cockroaches, or Yudula who attended the Divine Demon Night Banquet and directly merged with a soul group… they all know the flaws in their bodies.

They are not true species, but a patchwork of gene groups, inevitably flawed.

Yet here, the more refined body arrangement, DNA reshaping, can actually improve their flaws!

“So that’s it, a chance for civilization to transcend, a leap forward for civilization?” Grace seemed to understand Amiro’s mission to create all life.

Because our civilization has broken the norm.

Thus, a presence from the cosmic realm descended.

“I’ve seen this place, isn’t it just like the Divine Demon Night Banquet? But it’s more precise here!” Yudula thought to herself, “It’s more detailed here, I can see the coding of my soul group and various instability defects; I can improve them to become a true life form!”

This is something the Divine Demon Night Banquet does not have.

Here, it might be the true origin of creation?

The artificial venue of the Divine Demon Night Banquet is Amiro’s imitation! Perhaps, it was constructed by that mysterious Nameless God, in imitation of Amiro’s creation site.

Although the banquet seems simple, it’s already quite incredible.

“That mysterious merchant who established the Divine Demon Night Banquet is too enigmatic, with the Divine Demon imprint above, trading all things of the world… his goal for establishing this grand organizational system is truly terrifying.”

She thought inwardly: “Perhaps, that mysterious merchant not only mastered the power of time but also attempted to mimic the original rules of the universe in the guise of mortal beings, involving the cosmic laws of life…”

She seemed to see a deep mythological fog, hiding great terrors.

At this moment, the two of them spoke no more, constantly reorganizing their soul genes, thoroughly ordering, modifying the unreasonable and discordant segments, and increasing the stability of their genes.

Thus forming a truly stable and powerful species.

No longer would they face various offspring mutations due to gene instability as before.

Swish—

When they came to their senses, the whole land returned to deathly silence, everything was quiet.

Everywhere lay the ruins of blood, as if nothing had happened, that fleeting glimpse of the cosmic Outer God mastering all life had vanished without a trace.

It was as if it were all a grand dream of life.

“Where exactly did that presence go?”

Grace, the ruler of the Demon Realm and King of the Dark Angels, exclaimed in surprise.

…

…

Fu Qingjun pulled back his hair and planned to go downstairs for a meal.

He found that just after replenishing the nourishment of his soul, his body was again emitting a violent cry of hunger, with every cell roaring for food.

“Energy must still be replenished doubly.”

Fu Qingjun tidied up the collected hair, which covered a large stretch of the ground, deciding to go have a meal first regardless of any huge gains.

He plugged his phone into the charger, and sure enough, it started charging, the screen glowing faintly. Although he didn’t know if the voltage of this era was compatible, he didn’t care much either, thinking the battery might as well break.

Swish.

As he opened the door, the newly regrown hair styled itself into an elegant form.

He went downstairs, and the street beside him was the same as ever. At dusk, bicycles occasionally passed by, and vendors on either side were chatting.

“Hello, Gang Leader Fu.”

“Hello, Gang Leader Fu.”

They politely greeted a few times.

Fu Qingjun nodded in acknowledgment and walked toward the cafeteria, glancing at the black vehicle in the distance, which had disappeared from its previous spot.

Where did they go?

Fu Qingjun frowned slightly.

But he quickly dismissed it, as these people were unimportant to him from the start, and he didn’t care much either.

“For them, it should only be a grand epic myth, a dream woven in poignant brevity… a temporary tour into my post-apocalyptic world of ruins.” Fu Qingjun stepped into the cafeteria, where the guy with the small horn had already positioned himself at the dining table.

“Dinner time!”

“Dinner time!!”

The small horn sat in a chair, tapping the porcelain bowl with chopsticks, dissatisfied and yelling: “How come Big Brother didn’t come down today!”

Toot!

Unable to contain her frustration, she occasionally played a section on the golden suona at her waist.

The little horn was always the most eager when it came to eating.

“Don’t sneak a bite, wait for Big Brother.” Baiyu patiently admonished.

“Brother Fu said, if you’re not eager to eat, there’s something wrong with your brain,” the small horn huffed.

Upon entering the cafeteria, Fu Qingjun walked down and sat at the head of the table, glancing at the suona hanging at the waist of the small horn, thinking that a blow from the suona to your ear would indeed be devastating.

“Let’s eat, bring today’s accounts,” Fu Qingjun said, facing the twilight outside the cafeteria, matter-of-factly.

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Cemetery.

This is the nearest cemetery park.

It was already dusk; the sky was somewhat gloomy, and only a few sporadic people were here mourning, paying respects, and presenting bouquets.

Jiang Yu and his team, with their wealth, negotiated and settled several plots within a few hours, erecting several stone monuments.

As the blade skimmed by, one tombstone after another fell, revealing inscriptions.

“Nasa Witch Knight Order — Tomb of Nasir.”

“Nasa Witch Knight Order — Tomb of Morgana.”

Li Yi silently carved alone.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Jiang Yang and others stood quietly from afar, motionless.

Jiang Yang and Duke Morton slowly smoked, their breath mingling with the smoke clouds.

Everyone could understand Li Yi’s feelings, this seemingly strong and mighty man was actually incredibly fragile inside; his family, whom he poured his heart into, had ultimately chosen to live and die with him, making him both aware and guilty, so pained he could hardly breathe.

“Perhaps they could have fled, could have escaped that era, yet I led them to their deaths for something so utterly ridiculous.”

Li Yi sat in front of the tombstone, taking big swigs of alcohol and gently caressing the tombstone.

That battle was doomed to failure; the land had become a dark forbidden zone ruled by the Fallen Demon God, with Emperor Lianna’s whereabouts unknown. Jiang Yang said he changed history and sent her away, but Jiang Yu said what they changed was just an illusion; in the real ancient history, Emperor Lianna had long been ambushed.

“Distant dreams, seeing us witness the myths.”

Angels, demons, witches, Feathered Serpent God, dragons…

That bizarre and fantastical epic world.

Li Yi tilted his head back, the glow of the sunset falling warmly on his face, “But the prehistoric fog era was a truly dark period, even the sky was shrouded in mist, far less clear than it is here.”

Everyone was silent, Jiang Yang and even the arrived Duke Morton, the highly esteemed Knight Commander of the fourth battlefront zone.

They were powerless to change anything; they could only bear witness to the demise of ancient history. A profound loneliness lingered in their hearts as that history and era vanished, consumed, and we… are we any different?

The martial world is gone.

Everything is about to be replaced by a new era.

They couldn’t help but recall the moment when Lianna departed, resolutely ventured into the fog, shouldering the burden of civilization, vanishing into the distant prehistoric mist.

“Perhaps, that was hope… and in saving prehistoric hope, we, in fact, gained hope too, enough to change our era.” Jiang Yang earnestly said: “The fourth realm, the space-time wormhole in front of us, is this prehistoric dream, the ancient gods’ gift to us descendants….”

“Allow us to momentarily traverse the vast time and space, to comprehend the true meaning of the Martial Dao…”

Everyone remained silent before the tombstones.

In the distance, a withered sunflor buried in the ground along with the pot swayed in the evening breeze.

“Hey! Does anyone know, in this seemingly ordinary cemetery, we’re burying the myths of the prehistoric Maya Civilization, some old acquaintances?” Jiang Yu laughed suddenly.

Suddenly, in the distant black car, the one last asleep slowly awakened.

Professor Naxika stood up and looked at the people in front of the cemetery.

Everyone turned their gaze to her.

“I rushed back and, at the cost of my life, recorded witnessing the last historical extinction of the Maya Civilization.” Professor Naxika’s expression was indescribable, but what she said next was earth-shattering, shaking everyone to their core.

She simply stated:

“I saw the descent of the Ancient True God in the ancient Creation Stone Tablet!”

In the cemetery, everyone stood stunned, agape.

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