"But why did he appear?"

She began to follow this ancient existence, climbing the steps from afar, excitement coursing through her veins, driven by the mad pursuit of truth inherent in her bones,

"Is it just the apocalypse? Or was some special condition triggered?"

"Obviously, other gods, those who favor humans, are merely ancient powerful humans or creatures; only the three supreme Ancient Gods are real deities."

"They are beings without parents, grown naturally—their existence transcends the ideological consciousness of living beings."

"They are unseeable, unnameable, incomprehensible beings of terrifying status,"

"They are part of the 'celestial phenomena,' originally a natural event, appearing only when special conditions are met, like lightning in a storm or a mirage in thick fog..."

She tried to understand, "And of course, perhaps attempting to understand is already a mistake, for they are fundamental cosmic existences, indescribable, beyond understanding at the level of living consciousness, trying to understand will only drive one insane."

"Perhaps, like the depictions in murals, they have no fixed form."

According to the creation myths on ancient tablets: Life came into being because of them.

They are eternal existences of chaos and the unknown; they appeared before there was any human life or even all life.

Perched in the deepest recesses of the profound universe, as a part of cosmic conceptual realization, as deep, cold, and unknowable as the universe itself, like a twisted mist.

...

...

Tap tap tap.

The ground shakes.

Fu Qingjun walks one step at a time, reaching the second floor, completely ignoring Professor Naxika, feeling somewhat speechless—is this person a stalker?

He continued upward,

"How long has it been? This residential building seems to be old and rundown, weathered beyond recognition, much like the previous desk that was battered to pieces."

"Too pitiful."

"Others reinforce their doomsday shelters, but they did the opposite."

Fu Qingjun is a very practical person, focused on everyday family matters, food, and essentials,

"But it is evident that it's of quality construction, one would generally anticipate a risk of collapse under such wear and tear." His expression calm, continuously arranging his thoughts, ascending the stairs, like a student casually climbing them on their way home.

Collapse is no joking matter!

These humanoid muscular ants kept burrowing through the earth, excavating the ancient underground veins—steel.

Civilization is being constantly refined, and indeed many nobles, witches, knights, have established slave zones, beginning to mine, with those workers living in extreme hardship, amidst dire conditions.

The underground veins are continuously extracted, and the steel has vanished...

Now evolving continuously, he finally can physically enter this wasteland world, truly stepping into his sandbox extraordinary civilization, naturally overjoyed.

After all, seeing each other across dimensional tunnels before was very unsettling.

Only by truly entering this modified residential building world, with a real human body, gazing upon this land adorned with countless exquisite architectures, wizard towers, can he truly appreciate its magnificence.

This is an Extraordinary Kingdom!

My personal doomsday shelter, the camp for survivors.

However, others' survivor camps shelter lots of survivors... whereas he's crazily gathering masses of non-human populations, still creating civilization...

The greater irony, more than half a month into the apocalypse, yet he hasn't encountered a single living person...

But it's to be expected, clearly it's a radiation evac zone.

"I remember instructing Yudula to treat my phone as an ancient divine artifact for safekeeping... she valued it highly! Recently, she even took out my phone to be studied by those space-time travelers."

"Although, I heard they dismantled a phone, but it should not have been mine."

Fu Qingjun kept ascending, with each floor, entering various apartment units.

Blood spilled everywhere.

It seemed like a massacre had just occurred, with walls and ceilings splattered with delicate flowers of blood.

He found most had perished, bodies piled high like mountains of corpses, with little to no survivors, the war between gods and demons being indescribably brutal, not ceasing until only one remained standing upon the land.

"God!"

The few survivors were actually from the witch faction gaining victory over this land, they gazed at the heavens in terror.

Some devout believers started to pray, kneeling in the blood.

Fu Qingjun absorbed the souls, disregarded the survivors' cries, turned, and left unhesitatingly.

This vast death also granted him an unimaginable abundance of souls.

"Billions of beings perished with fewer than ten thousand remaining, is this Grace's grand cleansing plan? To purge the world of lesser beings, the earth will ultimately usher in divine blood, baptized and reborn."

Fu Qingjun walked amidst the pool of blood, still somewhat silent.

Neither those who treat lives like worthless grass, nor the Ant Queens who bred offspring as tools, nor the Empresses, could be as relentlessly ruthless as her.

"But I don't have to say anything, I only bestow life, the progression of the era needs no interference, only hoping her decisions are not mistaken."

Fu Qingjun continued upwards.

...

The ground was crimson.

Silent amid the darkness.

The blood had even started to solidify on the shattered slabs of earth.

Morgana, covered in blood, stumbled heavily, staring at the dozen or so newly erected solitary graves, the tomb mound dirt tainted red.

But everywhere she looked, there was no clean soil any longer.

"Nasa Witch Knight Order—Nasir's Tomb."

She carved the last tombstone diligently, erecting it seriously.

Some of the siblings' remains were not found; hence the tombstones were only temporarily established, yet Morgana was already very content, since most beings on this land had no tombs, exposed to the wild without anyone to attend to them.

She proceeded to the forefront of this cluster of graves,

"Nasa Witch Knight Order—Li Yi's Tomb."

Two of the words were not of this world's wizard script, square and somewhat complex.

Standing before the tombstone, she still remembered the silhouette at the last moment, the muscle-bound witch raising her twin staffs, with eyes burning like fire questioning the enemy,

"Weight of the flesh, scale be not, why cease the night rain in the rivers and lakes?"

He smashed down two gigantic handheld staffs, turning into raindrops, roaring an unyielding sound!

In her gradually blurring consciousness, Morgana gently caressed the tombstone, deeply saying, "You always said you were merely mortal, yet you were our hero."

She seemed to see her childhood self, always hearing that madman repeating: the rivers and lakes are gone, the frontline is in dire straits, the world in dire peril, no one can turn the tide...

"What is the rivers and lakes?" she asked in a childish voice.

No answer came then.

Now she still did not know the answer.

In the blurring, she seemed to hear footsteps approaching, that familiar gentle figure revealing a smiling face, once again leaning close to whisper the meaning of the rivers and lakes in her ear.

Her expression in a daze, tears gushing, she collapsed at the family's tombstones, embraced with her family's tomb to sleep forever, which was already the happiest thing in this dark and hopeless forbidden zone of an era.

Thud!

Thud!

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

She saw a towering vast presence in a black mist silhouette slowly approaching, that endless sweep turning the entire world into a multicolored vortex, gradually pulling her in,

She saw that mythical iconic black cylindrical shape, inexplicably not surprised, feeling somewhat at ease,

"Praise the God." She uttered her final lingering echo.

"Praise Amiro, the creator of all things... the origin of life, also the place of return." Her breath completely vanished, but her eyes were full of a free and beautiful smile.

...

"I was never a god..." Fu Qingjun chuckled, continuing his walk, ascending to another level.

"Just an ordinary person returning to his hometown, walking in the residential building where he once lived, but if it can bring you comfort, then the farewell is worth it."

Li Yi's remains?

Such scenes weren't unique; the land was full of wailing people.

"Soon to reach the then royal capital... the era was destroyed again, compared to the time with Jiaxia, I almost didn't participate in advancing civilization."

"Because separated by a world tunnel, it was difficult to descend before, merely roaming the land, secretly injecting all witches already left me exhausted."

Retracing the route of the escape back then, Fu Qingjun kept climbing floors, entering room after room to scavenge,

Yet the destruction of this mythical era, the unobserved heroes that emerged from the dark forbidden zone, still stirred emotions and sorrow.

"The royal capital there was the core battlefield, most souls ultimately settled there in silence."

He faintly felt he might have undergone a third transformation, yet, his mind was empty, a strong hunger emerged, needing replenishment of energy.

But he wasn't anxious, first bypassing the palace, in his room, he found his phone which no longer lit up, but it didn't matter, he also found the charger.

He gazed around his former room, shook his head, left the room in the Witch Realm where he had stayed for seventeen cycles since Yudula rose, with sentiments at the changes, continued onto another floor.

Nas Royal Capital.

The ground was a wasteland of blood.

After those space-time travelers left, an unimaginable battle occurred here, the true main battlefield of civilization... this was where civilization ended.

The threat faced by Professor Naxika and others fleeing was only one of the small troops!

The ground's skeletons were charred black.

Countless Black-winged Angels were detaining the remnants of the Angel faction, those witches weeping on the ground.

Sounds of pain, mixed with wails, filled the land.

At the very center of the broken royal hall, Grace and Yudula simultaneously sensed something.

It was a vast biological presence, as immense as the world, even over multiple world high walls, its heat and incomparable pressure could still be felt.

"What is this?"

Even as members of the Fourth Divine Realm, they were more keen, sensing something even deeper.

It was like a massive and dazzling spherical lightning mass, an evil existence composed of countless deep-sea creature brains, incomprehensible yet emitting curse-like fragmented thoughts. Those thoughts constantly collided, deep, chaotic, and paying attention for too long would lead to madness.

Yet it also evoked an indescribable familiarity, as if it was the origin of all life in the world, from which they once obtained life in a distant era....

That contradictory and deep chaotic demeanor was inexplicably alluring yet terrifying, making one want to explore its essential rules by constantly approaching its edge.

,

"What is this thing?" Grace was completely shocked, suddenly lifting her head in the palace, "A mysterious creature beyond the world??"

The next second, she continually tried to approach with Spiritual Power, vainly attempting to understand that huge spherical soul lightning spark that was approaching slowly over countless world walls.

Boom... rumble!!!

Her mental tendrils approached in an instant.

The massive amount of information and thought data flooded in torrent-like, like contaminating ominous black fluid rolling over, drowning her mind.

Grace spat out a mouthful of blood fiercely.

"What kind of majestic unknowable existence is this!"

"Even just attempting to read the shallow consciousness, the information violently impacts my brain!"

"This chaotic current of consciousness! More violent than a thousand witches joining to deduce a forbidden witchcraft! Like tens of thousands of powerful souls colliding! Like ten thousand neural thoughts intertwining!... In this God's mind ocean, what kind of unknowable deduction is taking place?!"

Thud thud thud.

The stairs stopped, he entered, turned the corner, into the living room.

Fu Qingjun, absorbing along the way, finally stepped into this ancient Witch Royal Capital living room, thinking to himself,

"It's late, already dusk, replenish this realm's spirit, get back to the cafeteria to eat early... wonder what's on the menu at the gang's cafeteria tonight?"

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