Time Travel: Did My Sister-in-Law Get Slapped in the Face Today?

"Pangu, who created the world, couldn't find a solution; Nuwa, whom humanity regards as our mother, was helpless; even Suiren's flames couldn't illuminate the darkness within... They all failed, so what can you do, hahahahaha..."

"I have already foreseen that when you are old and frail, demons will use your name to devour the world, and when you die, you will have no place to be buried, falling into eternal nothingness. This is your destiny..."

The demon's words resounded through people's hearts, and a magnificent world materialized behind him. That world indeed belonged to the human race, but when the man in blue looked at it, his eyes were already glazed over...

Because some people were barely clothed and were driven around like cattle and horses by their own kind.

Some people were thrown into boiling oil, their flesh and blood squeezed dry, and served on other people's tables...

Some people's children are born on the throne, while others' children are destined to kneel on the ground and be trampled upon.

The man in blue knew that this was the demon's illusion.

But whether it's an illusion or not doesn't matter, because... this is indeed the future.

Could it be that one day I too will transform from the dragon slayer trusted by all spirits into a gluttonous demon lord?

Do not……

Won't……

But what about them? Their old friends who followed them through the chaos, their comrades who shared life and death with them... Even if they can maintain their composure, what about their descendants?

"Now is the time to annihilate this villain, and we can share the world together!"

With a loud roar, the demon suddenly pounced on the man in blue, unleashing its final counterattack, its last bit of strength...

The man in blue regained his composure, and his long sword was already thrust out. The demon's sneak attack was ultimately useless, and it gradually dissipated under the blade.

"They didn't even make a move..."

As the demon lay dying, it murmured, "Yes, we all underestimated your cultivation. Even if they attacked, they couldn't kill you, so they dared not..."

On its deathbed, the demon's eyes revealed a final hint of mockery: "Do you know that Pangu, Nuwa, Suiren... all died by their own hands?"

"They were able to maintain their composure, but those who followed them were all eager to participate in this grand feast..."

“Even if you don’t die now, you will eventually die… I will wait for you in the void.”

……

A glorious era!

Everything is flourishing, and many years have passed since the great war.

Humanity established a new calendar. Some people suggested that the man in blue be honored as the Heavenly Emperor and that the calendar should also be called the Heavenly Emperor Calendar, but the man in blue refused and renamed it the "Myriad Spirits Calendar".

It is now the 101st year of the Wanling Calendar.

For 101 years, the man in blue robes has remained confined to a lake. He seems to have lost his former vigor and spends his days contemplating the lake.

He doesn't see anyone, and only keeps a cat and a dog as companions.

He seems to prefer talking to cats and dogs.

People came and went, and in these 101 years, the human race flourished. One human city after another was built, and civilization was splendid. The human race, which emerged from chaos, was full of vitality.

But the man in blue robes began to age inexplicably, and his Dao was on the verge of collapse.

This has drawn worldwide attention.

Why have you come here, sir?

His old friend arrived, but the man in blue left only one person behind. This was his trusted confidant who had followed him for many years, and in some ways, his disciple.

"Do you believe that one day we too will become demons?"

The man in blue asked a question.

His disciple was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you ask such a question, sir?"

"Do you know how many of the new gods born in the last hundred years are descendants of old friends?"

The disciple said, "The kings and nobles are very strict in their teachings. Like father, like son. Most of the new gods over the past hundred years have come from the descendants of the first conquerors of the past..."

"yes,"

The man in blue sighed softly and said:

“Even in my imperial palace, I can no longer see anyone from impoverished rural areas… Have you heard that the people of the north still eat coarse food? Do you know that the temples are piled high with gold and jade?”

His disciples were bewildered.

“Last year, an old friend gave birth to a son, but his constitution was weak. Therefore, he used up countless incense offerings to reshape the celestial body of his offspring. Three years ago, his son ascended to the divine position. However, the incense offerings and faith consumed a generation of cultivators in the city, and as a result, no one else was able to achieve success in cultivation…”