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Having experienced so many worlds before.

He hadn't really considered that.

Fang Qingyu pondered to himself.

From Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty to heroes and sages of even more distant eras.

Those forty-seven worlds are all real fragments extracted from the long river of history by the Primordial Martial Arts Arena.

It is a test of inheritance under a fixed script.

Although the historical spirits within are vivid and lifelike, and one can even communicate with them, their core logic still revolves around the concept of inheritance.

No one could have imagined this forty-eighth world.

Such a fundamental change can happen suddenly.

If it weren't for entering this eerie Mirage Dragon Swamp, where he was first shrunk by the rules, then chased by countless terrifying creatures, and finally attracted the legendary saint-level being, Zhunti Daoist, he would have been in trouble.

Furthermore, their behavior patterns completely exceed the scope of the guide or tester.

Fang Qingyu would never have such a question.

The mystery has now been solved.

This place is not a fragment of history, but a real illusion created by Emperor Fuxi in conjunction with the ancient sages, with the true origin of creation as its core.

Everything here, including those great powers.

Although not all of them were present, they all possessed a will and power nearly identical to that of the original.

Their struggle, their choices.

All of this is true and undeniable.

This means that the inheritance of this world is no longer a fixed reward given to him, but has become a treasure that everyone can compete for!

Fang Qingyu, the so-called person destined for this calamity, is the key to unlocking this final treasure.

Once you understand this, many doubts will be resolved.

Why did Zhunti, and even those demon emperors and immortals, appear?

Because they all yearn for that opportunity to transcend.

Why do they all seem to be protecting themselves before the inheritance begins?
Because if the key is destroyed, no one can get the treasure.

For example, Zhunti, from the moment he appeared and helped him deal with the bull-headed monster, to the time he offered to escort him, did not show the slightest malice in wanting to harm him.

Their purpose was simply to seize control of this key.

In order to gain an advantage in the final competition.

"Fortunately."

Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on Kuafu's profile.

"At least one entity stands unconditionally on your side."

Just now, during that tense standoff, he gently shook his head at Kuafu.

It was precisely in that instant when their eyes met.

Fang Qingyu's sixth sense told him that Kuafu wouldn't lie.

That feeling can't be faked.

In contrast, although Zhunti Daoren appeared gentle, there was too much and too complex hidden in the depths of his eyes.

And so, in the blink of an eye...

Fang Qingyu chose to trust his intuition and shook his head at Kuafu.

Kuafu immediately understood his meaning and, with an agility completely disproportionate to his enormous body, scooped him up and ran away without the slightest hesitation.

Facts have proved that his choice is correct.

Kuafu did not lie; his statement that they could not catch him was indeed true.

From the start of our escape until now.

No matter how dazzling the divine and demonic lights behind them were, or how terrifying their auras were, they were all left further and further behind by Kuafu's pure and ultimate power and speed.

They could only roar in frustration from the rear, launching futile ranged attacks.

It was easily neutralized by the terrifying shockwaves generated by Kuafu's running and by his own defenses.

It is precisely because they have temporarily escaped the most direct threat.

Only now did Fang Qingyu have the leisure to ask Kuafu about the doubts in his heart.

Now, the nature of the world has been understood.

Their identity as key users was also confirmed.

So, the next most crucial question is...

That legacy that even saints would go mad for.

What exactly is it?
Fang Qingyu composed himself, faced the howling wind, lowered his head again, and spoke clearly into Kuafu's ears: "What exactly is that inheritance? How can I obtain it?"

Upon hearing this question, Kuafu, who was running wildly with his head down, was startled.

The rumbling breathing seemed to pause for a moment.

His steps remained steady, but he remained silent for a moment.

The rumbling sound, tinged with a hint of bewilderment, echoed in Fang Qingyu's mind:

"I do not know."

"Don't know?" Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback.

As a guardian, how could you not know what you are protecting?
Kuafu seemed to sense Fang Qingyu's doubts and continued to explain, "This is a mission left by the High Ancestor. It is only to guard this place and, at a specific time, ensure that the person destined for calamity safely arrives at the core of the inheritance. As for the specifics of the inheritance and how to obtain it, he did not tell me."

He paused, as if recalling something, and then added in a reverent tone, "I only know from fragmented information passed down orally from the oldest tribes that the legend says that obtaining that inheritance can truly transcend the world and attain immortality."

"Immortality?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback when he heard these four words.

A strange look appeared on his face.

In his understanding, or rather, in common myths and legends, aren't those immortals and gods beings who live as long as heaven and earth and are as old as the sun and moon?

For someone of Zhunti Daoren's level, isn't immortality the most basic thing?
He couldn't help but ask the question: "Even with the level of cultivation of Daoist Zhunti, is it impossible for them to achieve immortality?"

Upon hearing Fang Qingyu's question, Kuafu's enormous face couldn't help but show a strange expression.

He replied in a deep, rumbling voice, like thunder rolling across the sky: "Of course not."

"Throughout history, in the vast chaos and myriad realms, there has never been anything that could truly live forever."

"Even the great god Pangu, who created the world, died when he was exhausted and his body transformed into all things. Even the human emperor, who ruled the eight wastelands and whose virtue was bestowed upon all living beings, had his lifespan come to an end and eventually returned to silence. Even those heavenly gods who sat high in the nine heavens, wielding the laws and seemingly eternal, all had their own insurmountable limits."

"So-called immortality is nothing more than having an extremely long lifespan, almost without end, compared to mortal beings. Ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, or even longer. But in the end, it is not eternal. The river of time flows endlessly, wearing everything down. One day, even gods will fall, and stars will dim."

"I see."

Fang Qingyu suddenly realized, and his heart was filled with considerable turmoil.

No wonder those immortals who should be free from desires and living a carefree life would jump out one by one and fight tooth and nail for a legacy.

So, it turns out, none of us have graduated yet.

He has achieved immortality.

But if one wants to truly become immortal and break free from the lifespan constraints set by this world, one must continue to ascend and compete for the legendary qualification of transcendence.

Now, Fang Qingyu finally understood completely.

Why are those gods, and even some well-known immortals, so active in the real world, even going so far as to interfere in the war between humans and the demons?

Their ultimate goal is probably inseparable from the word "immortality".

All of this is in order to secure an eternal place for themselves in this entrance exam that sweeps across all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Think of this.

Fang Qingyu found it somewhat laughable.

In reality, many ordinary people, within their limited lifespan of several decades, are able to take life and death lightly and live out their own wonderful and open-minded lives.

These gods and immortals, who have lived for countless millennia and possess the power to move mountains and overturn seas, and to pluck stars and seize the moon, have such long lives and have witnessed such a vast world, yet they have become increasingly fixated on simply living, and have not lived as wisely as some ordinary people.

Is this another form of cowardice and fear of death?

He shook his head, suppressing these distracting thoughts for the time being.

Now is not the time for sentimentality; understanding their motives will help us assess the situation.

But ultimately, I must obtain that inheritance.

It's not just about so-called immortality.

More importantly, it is to gain enough power to deal with real-world crises.

So Fang Qingyu changed the subject.

He asked the question that was currently causing him the most anxiety: "How far are we from that core place of inheritance?"

Besides the question of how to obtain inheritance.

Fang Qingyu still had a heavy weight on his mind.

time.

Those previous worlds were all projections of the long river of history.

The flow of time inside is completely different from that outside. He can stay inside for decades, while only a few days or even less may have passed outside.

This allows him to improve his strength relatively easily.

But this is no longer the historical site.

It is, rather, an independent, real illusion.

What are the rules of spacetime here?
What is the ratio of the flow of time to the external time?

If I spend ten or eight years here fighting for the inheritance, what will the outside world become?
How is the Ghost of Fate's offensive going? Thinking about this, Fang Qingyu felt a sense of urgency arise.

When Kuafu heard this question, he fell silent for a moment, as if he was sensing and calculating something.

His massive head turned slightly, gazing at the seemingly eternally unchanging, distorted scene deep within the swamp, before the deep voice sounded again:

"At the current pace, without considering any unexpected obstacles, it will probably take another six months."

"Six months!?"

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but repeat it, his pupils slightly contracting.

This time.

It far exceeded his expectations.

He knew that the Mirage Dragon Swamp was vast and boundless, with strange rules and difficult terrain.

But unexpectedly, even with Kuafu's terrifying speed, it would still take a full six months.

In the outside world, six months is enough time for earth-shattering changes to occur.

Then, a somewhat absurd yet strangely fitting idea popped into Fang Qingyu's head, making his expression quite interesting.

"Legend has it that Kuafu died of thirst while chasing the sun. Could it be that he was exhausted and died from thirst while carrying me to the place of inheritance, running like crazy for half a year?!"

Once the idea came to mind, it lingered.

He looked at Kuafu's seemingly tireless figure.

A complex emotion welled up within me.

……

Meanwhile, the real world.

The Great Wall at Sea, A7 Theater.

High in the sky, the celestial rift that stretched from east to west had returned to its former stillness, quietly imprinted on the firmament, no longer showing any movement.

The oppressive force that had previously made everything tremble disappeared completely after the Candle Dragon entered and forced the cracks to close.

Between the sea and the sky.

An eerie calm descended.

On the Great Wall and on the sea, countless human soldiers still looked up at the sky, their expressions frozen in shock, bewilderment, and a sense of helplessness after surviving a catastrophe.

Many people had their mouths open, but no sound came out.

That mysterious and powerful woman in black, Lady Zhulong, actually chose to throw herself into that perilous place in order to reseal that terrifying being.

Is this considered a sacrifice?
"What are you doing standing still!"

In the end, it was Wei Banmeng's clear, slightly hoarse shout that broke the deathly silence and startled everyone from their daze.

"The enemy is not yet wiped out, the battlefield is not yet cleared! Everyone, to your positions! Pursue the remaining enemy, treat the wounded, and reinforce the defenses! Quickly!"

Her words roused the soldiers from their daze.

Yes, the battle is not completely over yet.

Although the five royal offspring were dealt with, Lord Zhulong temporarily resolved the greatest crisis with astonishing methods.

However, a considerable number of remnants of the Ghost Army were still putting up a stubborn resistance on the sea.

"kill!"

"Clean up this debris!"

Once they realized what was happening, the soldiers immediately transformed their shock and grief into rage and murderous intent towards the demons. Under the command of officers at all levels, they began the final purge of the scattered demons.

The Antarctic Elder, the Young Heavenly Emperor, and other deities exchanged glances after confirming that the Heavenly Rift had temporarily stabilized.

Without saying a word, his figure faded away silently, just as he had arrived, and disappeared without a trace.

They came quickly and left quickly.

When Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan and the others turned their gaze to the place where Hong Qitian had been, only Hong Qitian's slightly hunched figure remained, standing quietly on the gently rippling sea. The gods who had surrounded him earlier had already left.

Two fifth-rank generals from the Federation immediately went to meet them.

His face showed undisguised worry.

"Mr. Hong, you..."

One of the generals looked at the bloodstains on Hong Qitian's lips that had not yet been completely wiped away.

And that upright yet weary body, with its unspoken words.

Hong Qitian waved his hand, forcing a seemingly relaxed smile, and said nonchalantly, "I'm fine, just a minor injury, nothing serious. You two, don't stand here, go and tally the casualties for each unit, take stock of the battle results, and reassure the soldiers. Also..."

"Edit together the footage of this great battle, especially the scene where Lord Zhulong bravely stepped forward to seal the powerful enemy, as well as the scenes of our soldiers fighting valiantly, and screen it in the cities behind the lines as soon as possible. Let the morale in the rear boil over once again!"

"Yes, Elder Hong!"

Seeing that Hong Qitian's expression was normal, the two generals did not ask any further questions, respectfully accepted the order, and immediately turned to carry it out.

Watching the two generals leave.

Hong Qitian's stiffly upright body swayed almost imperceptibly.

Just then, a figure appeared silently beside him and reached out to firmly support his arm.

The person who arrived was Xiao Jiu.

She still had that aloof expression.

But deep in his eyes as he looked at Hong Qitian, there was a hint of worry that was hard to detect.

"You shouldn't have forced your way in, and you shouldn't have tried to burn that final step."

Xiao Jiu's voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it.

As the person who has followed Hong Qitian the longest in secret and handled countless hidden matters for him, Xiao Jiu is probably one of the people in the world who knows Hong Qitian's true physical condition best.

She knew the price Hong Qitian had paid to pave a path for humanity.

The path forward for martial arts has long been nearly cut off.

His body also harbors countless hidden wounds that are difficult to heal.

That forceful attempt to raise one's aura and question the divine ladder was tantamount to dancing on a knife's edge, overdrawing on one's already limited life force.

Hong Qitian felt the supporting force coming from his arm, chuckled, and did not deny it.

He casually wiped his face with his other free hand, trying to dispel the lingering fatigue, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, this old man is tough as nails, this little storm can't be swept away."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned pale, and his throat bobbed as if he was trying to suppress something.

But in the end, he couldn't hold it in and suddenly turned his head to the side, coughing violently.

Then, with a loud "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood that was almost pitch black in color.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiu's expression remained unchanged, as if she had expected it. She simply steadied her hand supporting Hong Qitian more firmly, and her cool voice rang out again: "Your health has deteriorated even faster than last time."

Hong Qitian took a few deep breaths and wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Turning his head, he looked at Xiao Jiu's perpetually icy face and suddenly burst out laughing.

His smile held a hint of mockery and a touch of satisfaction.
"Hey, you little rascal, now you're starting to boss this old man around?"

He looked at the little girl in front of him, whom he had raised single-handedly, who had once been almost devoid of emotion, with a complex expression in his eyes.

"It seems that hanging out with that kid Fang Qingyu and that bunch of hotheads Chu Kuanglan for too long has picked up a lot of... well, down-to-earth qualities in you. That's a good thing."

Xiao Jiu listened to Hong Qitian's teasing in silence, neither admitting nor denying it.

But those cool eyes flickered slightly.

Since Hong Qitian assigned her to Fang Qingyu in the Arctic ice field, allowing her to integrate into the Dawn Legion, the people she has come into contact with and the things she has experienced have been completely different from her past life, which was filled with only missions, killing, and darkness.

She began to need to think about tactical coordination, care about the casualties of her comrades, deal with various emergencies, and even involuntarily worry about the safety of a certain person.

In general
This feeling is unfamiliar and strange, but it doesn't seem bad.

It's more like a living, breathing person now.

Seeing that Xiao Jiu remained silent, Hong Qitian knew that she was still worried about him, so he stopped talking about it.

He dropped the mockery on his face and turned his gaze back to the area that had just been baptized by blood and fire.

The sea is now bathed in a poignant red hue from the setting sun.

And in the distance, the majestic and winding Great Wall.

A hint of sigh and emotion appeared on his face.

"Xiao Jiu," his voice became somewhat distant, "no matter whether this old body of mine lives or dies in the end, never forget the ultimate purpose I gave you when I sent you to Fang Qingyu's side."

Xiao Jiu helped Hong Qitian as they slowly walked towards the Great Wall, wading through the waves.

Upon hearing this, she did not hesitate at all.

He simply nodded silently and with utmost solemnity.

"I see."

A brief silence then fell between the two.

Only the sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore could be heard.

And the sporadic sounds of fighting that had not yet completely subsided on the distant battlefield.

As they walked, Xiao Jiu seemed to suddenly remember something, and her clear, cool voice broke the silence once more, asking a question that she herself was equally concerned about:
How much longer will it take for him to come out?

Hong Qitian naturally knew who she was asking about.

He remained silent for a moment, a subtle, enigmatic expression appearing on his face.

He finally shook his head, his tone carrying an uncertain gravity:
"do not know."

"The final location of the Primordial Martial Arts Wall involves too many causes and effects, and the rules of spacetime are chaotic. It may suddenly appear in front of us tomorrow."

He paused, looked up at the last rays of the setting sun in the west, about to be swallowed by darkness, and his voice lowered:

"It might take several more years." (End of Chapter)