Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

It can be said that the arrival of the Han Dynasty was like a signal, which completely pushed the war to a climax.

Outside of time, above the sky, and even within the world.

And this is just the beginning.

The veil in the sky vanished in an instant, turning into specks of light and dust. Humanity, which had remained hidden since the beginning of the war, now revealed its full power, delivering the most ferocious and unbearable blow to the primordial deities. For the suffering of humanity, for the ancestors who had shed their blood for the sake of all living beings.

Everything will be settled at this moment.

The curled corridors of the past were pulled out by the thoughts of all people.

Many heroes, buried in time, have emerged from history. They hold scrolls or swords, some kind, some proud, and some resolute. The atlas of humanity is a history of the War of Resistance, and they are its most dazzling figures.

One by one, all the founders of the human race's many dynasties, those human sages who turned the tide, each of their stories is a legendary epic. They will also stand up at this moment.

Humanity may be weak, yet it can stand tall and proud; it may be cowardly, yet it possesses the courage to risk everything for its people and all living beings. Humanity's will cannot be tarnished, nor does it require the pity or protection of others. Humankind has journeyed from ancient times to the present, step by step, through glory and decline, and has experienced both. They know how to protect themselves.

The sages of the human race raised their heads to the sky, fearless and unafraid, with only one word in mind: kill!!!

The land was thick with swords and spears, and the sea of ​​blood was surging.

"Kill!!" Chen Dong drew his sword.

"Kill!!" The masses pleaded.

The sound of swords being drawn was incessant, the swords pointing to the heavens and to the primordial deities.

At this moment, the war has just begun, and the human race will certainly not be absent.

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The powerful emergence of humanity also tipped the scales of victory. The combined power of the will of billions of humanity placed the most crucial and powerful piece on the chessboard.

This one crisscrosses and connects all the paths.

The living beings of this era are unprecedentedly cohesive. Everyone underestimates this era, which only lasts for tens of thousands of years. Even more despairing is that the various paths of this era are only on the road to progress, far from reaching their peak. This is an era of a hundred schools of thought and a variety of paths running parallel, and the future is bound to be glorious.

The primordial deities... are merely witnesses to this era.

Their demise marks the beginning of a new era. The primordial deities sensed the machinations; this is the second time, originating from the world.

They are not what you want.

They defy fate. Let them try and see if the path is right or wrong. The future is uncertain, and the ending is not unchangeable. Di Jun and his group of primordial deities, carrying a microcosm of an era, will prove that they are right.

Let this era see what it means to be the most arbitrary and tyrannical person in the world.

Now that everyone is here, let's not stop. The war has only just begun. Emperor Jun looked down at the world, and the nine suns beside him shattered in an instant. Ten suns might be one less, but it didn't matter. Nine was the ultimate number, and it was already of great use.

Di Jun looked at the Heavenly Emperor and the Holy Ruler, and said, "You don't think I only have this much prepared, do you?"

Whether what I'm saying is an exaggeration or not, you'll find out once you try it.

After hearing what Di Jun said and watching his actions, the two of them felt uneasy.

The nine shattered caves unexpectedly coalesced in mid-air, transforming into a golden seed that fell upon the River of Time. In an instant, the River of Time shook violently, and the golden seed instantly grew.

That is a hibiscus tree.

However, this hibiscus tree was very different from any I had seen before. It spanned ancient and modern times, its roots spread across the long river of time, one extending forward, into the ancient past, one rooted in the present, and one spreading into the future.

Emperor Jun stood atop Fusang. A vast aura gathered from the roots, focusing on him. His status was rising, and the humanity in his eyes gradually faded under this elevation, while divinity began to replace humanity and take the lead. His increasingly indifferent emotions instantly made the Emperor of Heaven and the Holy Lord realize what Emperor Jun was up to.

Both of them had an expression of disbelief on their faces. They didn't understand why Di Jun dared to be so bold.

"How dare you?!"

"What is there to be afraid of? Since Heaven has abandoned us, it no longer matters. We'll just find another Heaven. You can rebel now; it's time for you to experience what it's like to be rejected by Heaven and Earth."

Di Jun said so, and he did so. In an instant, the Fusang tree began to exert its power, and a force quietly spread to the entire world.

The beings of this era instantly felt the pressure. This immense pressure weighed down on everyone like a mountain. With the exception of those at the pinnacle, all were affected. The use of spiritual energy became sluggish, not as smooth as before, and their own strength was also affected.

The world seemed to have changed in an instant.

Strange and filled with malice. From the world's love to the world's dislike, in just a moment. This also directly caused the balance to tilt again.

One by one, the primordial deities laughed loudly.

"That's more like it. Let you experience what it feels like to be rejected by the world. Everything you have is built on the world's favor. How do you feel now?"

"Hmph, although I don't know what you've done, aren't you underestimating us? So what if the world has changed? We can still slay you!"

"Come on!!"

Who of those who could reach the heavens was an ordinary person? It was just a change of environment, a rejection by heaven and earth. They were not afraid, and at most they could just start over.

Don't underestimate the adaptability of the creatures of this era. Their strength isn't bestowed by heaven, but rather earned through hard work. They remain powerful without the blessing of heaven or earth.

My Tao, my Tao, my Tao is controlled by me.

The battle between the two sides continued. These people sounded so relaxed, but were they truly unaffected? Of course not. Even placing freshwater fish in seawater would make them difficult to survive, let alone the utterly altered environment of heaven and earth. Their continued strength was simply due to their incredible adaptation. But the cost of a single misstep was immense. On a battlefield like this, a single misstep could mean the difference between life and death.

Finally, no one expected that the primordial deities would reveal their ultimate move at this moment. It truly was a case of one power rising as another fell. As many have said, this war has only just begun.

The sparks created by the collision of the two eras have now spread to every corner of the world.