The news spread across the internet, and countless professionals imdiately began to study it, starting discussions centered on character analysis.
"It is indeed sowhat bizarre."
"Need so analysis, give a few hours as if Sherlock Hols were alive."
"By the ti you're done analyzing, several eras will have passed."
...
Eastern Demon Dynasty, 21st Century.
The war continues.
The ground is drenched in blood.
chanical species, human-demon species, fallen angel species, Nuwa species... like a backlash from prolonged suppression, all civilizations take impactful action, competing for the Tower of Babel, the rule of the Demon Realm.
Heir of the Demon Realm Angels, Youxi exhibited astonishing cultivation, single-handedly battling against strong figures from each race, fending off the invasion. Unfortunately, news soon ca of severe injuries and demise.
"Even the heir is dead, the fallen angel species, annihilated!"
"Good! Very good! If the Spirit of Grace is watching from heaven, she must be fuming!" cried out a strong figure of the Mid Fourth Realm, smugly.
"Hahaha, what does it matter if the dynasty flourishes? Pathetic! Pitiful!"
A proud witch coldly spoke, "Unfortunately, my ancestor Yudula is also missing, probably killed by the Grace Demon Lord before her death to prevent rebellion!"
"But, why should I be compared to an ancestor? Give ti, surely I will surpass the forebears!"
She was imnsely powerful, seemingly akin to ancestral return, her body enveloped in divine light, her aura overwhelming, chilling to behold.
"Today, I will dominate the world!"
She exuded terrifying killing intent, like a mythical character claiming to rival the Ancient Angel Emperor, determined to carve a bloodstained imperial path, defeating enemies of the age and standing atop the world.
"My race also has mighty figures!"
chanical species and angel species too enviously eyed, planning to enter the fray and join the battlefield.
The earth shook, the once tranquil land completely bloodied, with many lives lost, the population dwindled from billions to a re tens of millions within short centuries.
"So tragic!"
Tang ng too watched enviously, born in peaceful tis, witnessing the madness for the first ti.
The death of billions in the frenzy, truly consistent with the world of myth.
If humans were to perish in such a manner, Earth would instantly beco empty...
And at this mont, Liana could no longer resist joining the battlefield.
But Tang ng heard just released news on the forum: "Hurry and let Liana escape! Foolish child, this is Grace's trap!"
Tang ng was instantly dumbfounded.
Trap?
Her own race was completely wiped out, even the heir had died...
Tang ng couldn't help but say, "Impossible, right? Using her own extinct race as a trap?"
The forum echoed: "She is about to start her second grand cleansing plan."
Tang ng shivered, suddenly realizing why. If so, it makes sense.
During the previous grand cleansing, she deliberately nearly wiped out her race, leaving only a few, bestowing them Divine Blood.
The forum continued analysis: "Based on videos of her, played fra by fra, we decipher using computers that she is Mid Fourth Realm with speed perception fifty-fold!"
"Entering Fourth Realm, she must be constantly heightening perception and speed, yet she feigned matching the speed of other beings, scheming a grand strategy all along!"
Tang ng felt goosebumps rise all over.
What a Demon Lord.
No wonder she seed so discordant, her aura growing more imnse, her lifespan rapidly aging.
If ti accelerated, it makes sense.
Her ti moves faster than others, naturally, rapid cultivation... and aging.
"Back then, Grace declared she understood the essence of the Mid Fourth Realm, dubbing it the Infant God Realm, Enlightennt Realm, evidently so."
"To learn the way in the morning, and die peacefully in the evening!"
"The Fourth Realm is a curse, an infant god in its infancy, with increasingly accelerated, irreversible aging, dying, actions growing faster, like a moth to a fla."
She quickly stopped Liana.
Liana horrifiedly gasped, "Such a venomous Grace, she intends to repeat her tactics, a second apocalypse, then pass Divine Blood!"
"You, my golden Behemoth, true to the ancient everlasting mythical species, your wisdom is remarkable."
Liana esteed them, "According to historical records, your species ages thousands of centuries per year, maturing at eighteen years... living through innurable ancient tis!"
Eastern Demon Dynasty, 22nd Century.
The earth witnessed unparalleled tragedy, Hongqi of the chanical lineage could no longer resist entering the battlefield, dividing the world.
Nurous Mid Fourth Realm experts suffered severe losses, population reducing to hundreds of thousands, nearly all lives obliterated.
Yet that day, none dared act, the earth no longer stained by fresh blood.
For Emperor Grace had returned, standing atop the Tower of Babel, overlooking the earth's beings, her aura vast as an ocean, casting cold glances, preventing the land from stirring.
"Ah! Demon Lord, how has the Demon Lord not perished yet!!"
"She has resurrected, returned anew!"
The masses were shocked.
This monster who once cowed the world, a legendary unrivaled fierce Demon Lord, vanished for centuries, now returned to this land.
Moreover, her aura grew even stronger, previously Mid Fourth Realm, now Late Fourth Realm.
Her power increasingly unfathomable and profound, difficult to gauge, a re glance causing spirits to tremble unstably.
Grace looked down below, displaying a calm deanor to everyone, "I, the god, am magnanimous, let bygones be bygones, all races co forth and repent!"
Hongqi found her eyes red with anger, now deeply aware?
What a Grace!
She plans to execute a racial extermination plan, as before, annihilating a batch, then bestowing Divine Blood anew.
Additionally, she intends to lure back him and Liana, these two wandering unstable factors.
Trapped, now like a turtle in a jar.
"I will never yield to you!" Hongqi shouted, detonating himself on the spot.
Grace's expression remained unchanged.
It's just a pity that Liana wasn't deceived.
She continued, "The Eastern Demon Dynasty, regenerate anew, and I, the god, in My magnanimity, will forgive all peoples if they plea for rcy."
In the twenty-third century of the Eastern Demon Dynasty, the earth's turmoil subsided, yet the population was reduced to rely tens of thousands.
Countless civilians and mortals praised the greatness and magnanimity of the Demon Lord, while they began to resent their own tribal leaders, cursing their dirty and evil hearts.
The people no longer believed in their leaders, instead worshipping magnanimity, ceasing wars, and without punishing their Demon Lord, the world's heart was won over completely.
Grace once again governed the world, all tribes under heaven jointly respecting the Demon Lord!
"The Demon Lord is kind, not once pursuing retribution for the sins committed against various tribes under the threat of extinction; truly an invincible deity of the era, with great magnanimity and vast spirit!"
"In the bygone years, those powerful beings all slandered the Demon Lord behind His back, engaging in wars during His seclusion, causing suffering to the common people... in comparison, the difference is clear as day."
"I sincerely hope this invincible being can suppress the world, so that those powerful ones dare not act recklessly, thus making war a rarity."
Eastern Demon Dynasty, the twenty-third century.
The Demon Lord Grace not only forgave the sins of all living beings but, in magnanimity, once more proclaid to all living beings.
"I, while secluded to the death pass, have broken through the pinnacle completion of the Fourth Realm, and shall bestow Divine Blood upon all beings!"
She summoned all living beings of the earth, bestowing upon them the Divine Blood anew.
Bang!
The world was in uproar, becoming even more grateful.
In an instant, all living beings of the Demon Realm's land underwent a trendous transformation.
Their speed beca unimaginably fast, moving at such a rapid pace that the surroundings seed to stand still.
She said indifferently, "According to My calculations, the early Fourth Realm grants ten tis the subjective experience, the mid Fourth Realm fifty tis, and the late Fourth Realm three hundred sixty tis!"
Three hundred sixty tis the speed of growth and aging!
As these words fell, everyone was shocked.
At this mont, they finally understood why the aura of the Demon Lord Grace had grown so large, yet aged so terribly fast.
Enlightennt Realm.
Juvenile God Realm.
"It's said to be the Juvenile God Realm, but it's more like the infant stage of a god... most people age swiftly to death, all are stillborn! How many can truly breakthrough to transform into a butterfly?"
"What a terrifying realm it is, to grow quickly and wither away swiftly."
Countless people were in awe of this realm.
To have realized the Way in the morning, and to die by the evening—
what a mysterious and fantastical realm this is.
Grace's expression remained calm, she glanced indifferently at a chanical species beside her, "You explain."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
That Minister of Machinery spoke up, "The living beings of the earth may have no concept of this three hundred sixty tis perception of ti, so allow to clarify."
"The Fourth Realm is a realm where the actions and nervous system of a creature are developed to their utmost."
"Our instantaneous movents are three hundred sixty tis the speed and neural thought of ordinary humans, approximately 1,200 kiloters per hour!"
"In prehistoric creatures, a cheetah's speed is 112 kiloters per hour."
"We are approximately more than ten tis faster than the fastest cheetah! In our eyes, these creatures running seem as slow as ants."
"And when they run, their speed is too fast for neural synchronization, they can only run in straight lines, but we can do so, as our brain processes three hundred sixty tis faster too."
"It's worth ntioning that, according to records, prehistoric ruin trains ran at 400 kiloters per hour, we are three tis faster than that."
"Will this speed be surpassed? It should not be, as beyond lies the speed of sound..."
Thus the Fourth Realm, is the closest biological entity to the speed of sound!
This is utterly a Superman-level existence.
"And such speed is comparable to what? Equivalent to prehistoric humans passing a day, but in our neural and bodily activity, our perception has passed three hundred sixty days."
"Yes, a year."
"This divine state of mind is highly terrifying."
...
The myriad tribes were shocked, constantly discussing, as this kind of perception among high-dinsional beings is a mysterious world impossible to comprehend and describe without first-hand experience.
The cultivation speed of ten tis, fifty tis, three hundred sixty tis.
The Demon Lord Grace's aging speed is explained perfectly by this.
At this mont, the Demon Lord Grace took over the conversation and said:
"Of course, I believe this is a malford rapid collapse, it accelerates our aging to death, a curse! Unless we break into the unknown Fifth Realm, we cannot perfectly control our body's aging and senses, adjusting our biological clock!"
"However, do not worry, we will develop together."
The Demon Lord Grace smiled and said.
By this ti, so of the powerful beings realized Grace's sinister intentions.
They themselves were aging rapidly and so wanted to drag all beings down with her, sharing the sa rapid sense of timing.
It's only through this that various geniuses may arise among all beings, potentially breaking into the Fifth Realm, extending her lifespan to resolve this curse.
But, who dares to defy?
She is indeed a hero of unparalleled might and determination.
Then, throughout the land, all spoke: the Demon Lord shall live long and immortal, ruling the world eternally.
Soon, a day passed, and it turned out to be a year.
An ordinary being's lifespan is a century, yet by this ti the Eastern Demon Dynasty had already passed several centuries, with the land becoming increasingly prosperous, and even cars, various machinery, and these lower technological civilizations were abandoned.
"The Demon Lord is truly invincible."
"Her false-death return, who knows how many more years she can live?"
"It's simply heaven-defying, she might already be one of those ancient mythical species, enduring endless years, traversing myriad epochs of the earth?"
"Unprecedented throughout history, surpassing all past Great Emperors, the lifespan of the Demon Lord has already exceeded the sum of past civilizations, this existence almost symbolizes the asure of the entire civilization."
"But, can she truly be immortal?" Fu Qingjun rely shook his head slightly; the world of the Fourth Realm civilization had beco completely clear by then.
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