Outrageous! Your cute plant spirits are more powerful than dragon spirits?

"I can't see it!"

Chong Baimian's voice sounded particularly abrupt after everything had calmed down.

The surroundings had returned to calm.

Only his words, carrying a lingering sense of bewilderment, echoed in the air.

This was indeed the first time he had fallen into such a deep state of confusion since he acquired the Spring and Autumn Silkworm.

Human beings, united as one, raised an army to overthrow Heaven and break the shackles of Heaven's will.

This sounds like just a few simple words, something that can be said easily.

But the hardships and challenges involved are far beyond what words can easily express.

Can it really work?

Chong Baimian kept asking himself these questions.

Humanity is like a tender sprout just breaking through the soil, young and fragile.

To confront the Heavenly Way, which has developed for countless billions of years and is as majestic as a towering mountain.

With such a disparity in strength, is there really any hope left?

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Just as Chong Baimian was lost in his own confused thoughts, Qin Wen slowly walked over.

"Huh?" Chong Baimian was taken aback. He raised his head slightly, looking at Qin Wen with a puzzled expression.

He didn't understand why Qin Wen would suddenly say such a thing.

In his view, the situation is so dire that what can these few simple words possibly change?

"The Lord of Humanity and the Common Lord of Humanity are two different things!" Qin Wen said with a smile.

That smile contained a multitude of complex emotions.

A mixture of joy and confidence, yet tinged with a hint of sadness and melancholy.

He had just seen many things.

The seven streams of human energy belonging to the Spirit Plant Star flowed continuously toward Ying Zheng, helping him to grow stronger.

Perhaps, in those long years that we were unaware of, humanity has quietly progressed for many years.

Countless coincidences and the combined efforts of countless living beings have given rise to countless forms of humanity.

If enough power can be accumulated, it can indeed become a prairie fire, just like a spark.

Go against the will of Heaven, and fight for a chance of survival for all living beings in this world.

Thinking of this, a sense of hope welled up in Qin Wen's heart.

That was a vision and a firm belief in the future.

Therefore, his smile showed signs of happiness and confidence.

However, he couldn't help but feel sorrow.

This is ultimately a brutal war.

This is by no means an easy fight.

If the flame of humanity ignited by Ying Zheng is to burn long in this world, it will face many difficulties and obstacles.

The first priority is to defeat the demon race.

The clash between the two sides will inevitably unleash a bloodbath.

War has always been cruel.

It means sacrifice, it means the loss of countless vibrant lives.

Many people will die; that is an unavoidable fact.

Even if it can last forever, it can remain.

Can this single spark really start a prairie fire?

He dared not think about this problem.

Qin Wen slowly turned around, his back view appearing somewhat lonely in the eyes of the crowd.

No one could tell what his expression was like right now.

His face seemed to hold all the emotions in the world.

There is a joy that arises from the hope for humanity.

It has the confidence to fight for the future.

There is the sorrow of facing the cruelty of war and the inevitable death of people.

There is also a great deal of helplessness and resentment towards this fate...

Countless emotions intertwined and coalesced on his face, making him appear incredibly conflicted and heavy-hearted.

.........

After a while.

Qin Wen arrived at Ying Zheng's location with heavy steps.

The air around us seemed to become somewhat oppressive due to the heavy atmosphere.

Before Qin Wen could even speak, Ying Zheng's deep and sharp gaze seemed to have already seen through everything in his heart.

Ying Zheng spoke first, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness and concern:

"It's okay. I can't let you bear this alone; it would be too hard for you."

His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the quiet environment.

Each word seemed to weigh a ton, striking straight into Qin Wen's heart.

Qin Wen slightly raised his head, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

He replied softly, "But that offers more hope, doesn't it?"

His words carried a hint of stubbornness.

It seems that they are adhering to some belief that they themselves hold.

Even if this belief means enduring many hardships alone.

Ying Zheng did not immediately respond to Qin Wen's words, but said to himself, "Take those children and preserve the spark of hope."

After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance.

It was as if I could see the figures of those children who represent the future and hope.

His eyes held a newfound seriousness and expectation.

Faced with this cruel situation, the flame of hope must not be extinguished.

Those children are the hope for the continuation of humanity.

Then, Ying Zheng's expression became more serious, and his tone became more resolute.

Ying Zheng said, enunciating each word clearly, "If I am defeated, flee! Do not hesitate!"

Qin Wen fell silent, his lips trembling slightly.

But they didn't know how to respond to this weighty entrustment.

After a long while, Qin Wen seemed to have finally made up his mind, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

"I will go and slay the rebellious god, and perfect the world!"

The sound echoed in the silent space, carrying a do-or-die courage.

After saying that, he turned and left without pausing for a moment.

Qin Wen's back seemed to carry the fate of the entire world.

Every step was incredibly difficult, yet it exuded an indomitable stubbornness.

"How can I let you bear this alone?"

Ying Zheng watched Qin Wen leave, murmured softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, he entered a meditative state, as if he had entered a world isolated from the outside world.

Endless purple light surged up from his body once more, enveloping him like a tidal wave.

Countless figures appeared above that purple light.

There was a Pangu, who was tall and strong, holding a giant axe, and exuding a powerful aura of creating the world.

That forceful swing seemed to cleave the chaotic world in two, ushering in a new era for all living things.

There was a man named Suirenshi. He focused his gaze, bent down slightly, and with a gentle rub, a brilliant flame leaped out.

It brought light and warmth to humanity in the darkness, and ignited the light of hope for human civilization;

There was also the Emperor, who was tall and imposing.

Standing there, one feels an aura of authority over heaven and earth, and every gesture reveals the wisdom and style of the ancient people.

It seems to be leading humanity down an unknown yet hopeful path.

These ancient figures appeared and disappeared in the purple light.

It seems to be telling the story of the hardships and glories that humanity has come through.

It also seems to be infusing the battle that Ying Zheng is about to face with an ancient power and belief.

Endless power emerged from the phantom.

Ying Zheng extracted the essence from each of them, discarded the dross, and used it to improve himself.

.......

the other side.

Wang Jian, Bai Qi, and the others, with solemn expressions, slowly led Qin Wen here.

What came into view was a heartbreaking yet shocking scene.

There were countless children, ranging in age from eight or nine to fifteen or sixteen.

At this moment, they were disheveled and unkempt, completely disregarding their appearance.

They gripped their swords tightly, or drew their blades from their sheaths.

A flash of cold light carried with it an unwavering determination;

Or they might swing their swords with all their might, the sword flashing and making a whooshing sound.

It seems they are engaged in a fierce battle with an unseen enemy.

Their expressions were incredibly resolute; their small faces were filled with a desire and determination for battle.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that their hands have long been calloused.

Those are the marks left from countless practice swinging of swords.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, some fresh and red, others old and scabbed.

Even so, not a single child complained of being tired; they simply kept repeating the motion of slashing the knife.

It seems that in their eyes, the only way to improve oneself is through constant self-improvement.

Only then can they contribute their strength in the upcoming battle.

"They were all brave, eager to kill the enemy, admirable, and tragic."

Bai Qi sighed softly, his sigh filled with endless heartache and helplessness.

He looked at these children who should have been nestled in their parents' arms or studying peacefully in school.

Now, however, I feel a pang of bitterness as I long to shoulder the mission of fighting.

"It is our incompetence that has caused the children suffering." Wang Jian also looked guilty.

He felt that as adults, they were the ones who bore the responsibility of protecting others.

But they failed to provide a safe haven for the children.

These young lives were forced to experience the cruelty of war far too early.

"Take the children and leave. They don't need anyone to take care of them; they can support themselves."

Bai Qi's gaze swept over each of the children.

Although I know their resilience very well.

But we still hope to find them a relatively safe haven in this chaotic world.

Let them stay away from this bloody slaughter.

Even if there's only the slightest chance, we must do everything we can to protect these rising stars of the future.