I am a living immortal.

These meaningful words made Chang Xi realize what evil was for the first time in a long time: "I thought goddesses all floated in place."

Chang Xi, who was originally preparing to float, was in a dilemma. She looked at the mirage dragon fiercely. Even in the void, she had never been insulted like this.

She stood up, and the moon behind her condensed again, as if she was still a god high above, rather than a miserable person who had just rolled on the ground a few times.

Mirage Dragon stretched out his hand: "Use whatever tricks you have."

"You... do you really think I can't deal with you?" Chang Xi's last bit of composure disappeared without a trace after being humiliated many times. At this moment, she just wanted to teach this bastard in front of her a lesson.

"Oh, you're angry..." Mirage Dragon continued to add fuel to the fire.

Chang Xi forced herself to calm down. She wasn't stupid; she knew her battle rhythm had been disrupted. From the beginning, she had been led by the other side, which had also led to her being pinned down at every turn. After calming down, Chang Xi's eyes also changed.

The Mirage Dragon sighed inwardly. As expected of a being who had experienced the void, these little tricks could only be used once or twice. Next, the real hard battle was about to begin.

His eyes also became serious.

The next moment, the bright moon shone over the earth, and a chilling atmosphere lurked in the darkness like venomous snakes, waiting for their chance to strike, ready to strike a fatal blow the moment you relaxed. Beside the mirage dragon, lotus lanterns, each holding a bright light, illuminated a patch of bright light.

Except for this patch of light, everything else was shrouded in darkness. The whistling wind, the roaring of wild beasts, and the strange noises were all manifestations of the original fear, the fear of the night.

Under the inky black moon, Chang Xi looked back. Only then did she truly regain her true self. For the first time, Shenlong felt the pressure. But he was no pushover. Who couldn't create on a large scale? He clasped his hands together, and a ball of golden flame appeared in his hands. Then, the lotus lanterns floating around him suddenly blazed brightly.

The ultimate flames, the vast sea of ​​light, dispelled all haze and darkness. When the first bonfire fell to the ground, darkness and fear could no longer harm them.

When fires rise from the darkness, they will conquer the night.

Moonlight is no longer the only guide, destiny is in your own hands. It is a flame, a hope, and a destiny that is in your hands.

Light swept across, destroying the venomous snakes hiding in the shadows and sending the beasts that waited for their opportunity fleeing. The demise of the fantasy carried away the fear. Like two mages, the Mirage Dragon and Chang Xi engaged in a constant exchange of concepts and understandings of nature, rather than physical confrontation.

When the fire ignited on the Mirage Dragon side, Changxi was in the grip of winter, with frost and cold all around. On this side, with gentle breezes and drizzles, spring returned to the earth, while on the other side, with lightning and thunder, there was a torrential downpour. The two sides fought back and forth over the East China Sea, giving their opponents no chance to breathe.

The battle continues, and it's not confined to this corner of the world. One by one, the innate gods awaken from their slumber, and Changxi isn't the only peak being to return to this world. The challenges facing the inhabitants of this era aren't over; far from it, they're only just beginning.

The world has changed quietly.

The war in the East China Sea eventually spread to the entire world. Those who had been on the sidelines could not help but sigh. What was coming finally came, faster and more rapidly than they had imagined.

But to say they were completely unprepared is certainly impossible. The battle over the East China Sea was so tumultuous that no one or any force was foolish. They were already preparing the moment the battle began.

The battle for the Dragon Clan wasn't over either. They pursued Tian Wu in the direction he had left. They couldn't let him catch his breath, absolutely not. Otherwise, all their previous efforts would be in vain. This was an outcome the Dragon Clan didn't want to see.

The dragon clan is chasing Tian Wu, and the crisis has not been resolved.

Another supreme being, the one despised by both Mirage Dragon and Chang Xi, quietly descended upon the world. His arrival was less tumultuous than the grandeur of those innate gods. He manifested as a human and walked the earth. However, wherever he passed, the land was filled with poisonous miasma, and all living things, including humans, underwent strange changes. This silent transformation continued to expand as this being journeyed, spreading silently from city to city, like a plague, yet a thousand times more terrifying.

These infected beings were unaware of what was happening to them, completely unaware. Humans continued to work as usual, rising from dawn to dusk, going to market. It was in this unawareness that the infection spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The same was true for those infected. While they appeared to show no abnormalities, their genes were undergoing a radical transformation. They were transforming from one species into another.

What began as an excessive demand for water evolved into a craving for fresh flesh and blood. Horrifyingly, despite this, no one subconsciously saw anything wrong with this, as if the habit of eating raw meat was innate. As the infection progressed, different physical changes occurred. Their muscles stiffened, and red, white, or green hairs sprouted from their bodies. These hairs coexisted with the infected, becoming one. This seemed similar to zombies, but one was a reinvention after death, while the other evolved and transformed while alive... a living dead between life and death.

This is true for humans, let alone animals. This virus continuously spreads throughout the food chain, from top to bottom, leaving no one unscathed. This is the casual act of the pinnacle. By the time anyone discovers it, it's too late, and there's no room for regret.

Such a supreme being is destroying the foundation of humanity, and humanity is powerless to deal with it.

However, as Mirage Dragon said, those who underestimate this era will inevitably suffer great losses. Such a being quietly bumped into someone who did not exist in history, did not appear on the stage, could not see the past, and did not know the future. And now, there is no trace, like a hidden immortal in the gap between existence and non-existence in history.

Shebishi vanished without a trace. For a pinnacle being to vanish before everyone's eyes, yet for no apparent reason, was truly astonishing. And aside from the pinnacle, no one in the world, whether the innate gods of the previous era or the various Daos of this one, noticed.

The village that Shebisi entered was called... Peach Blossom Spring.