Regardless of the Celestial Court having so Nascent Soul Realm specialists from the new generation, their hearts are complex.
They admire the Immortal Ancestor who opened the era, yet he remains high above, suppressing them, so they can never rise up, growing old in the mundane world, unable to fulfill their grand ambitions, how can they be content?
Though they know it's wrong to act out of selfish desires, no one willingly accepts being crushed their entire life, unable to hold their head high...
In the abyss of a vast land.
An ancient temple, Yunshen Temple, hidden deep within a bamboo forest.
Inside the temple, an ancient spiritual tree bears nurous Dao Fruits, rare treasures of heaven and earth, renowned even in the Immortal Realm.
A middle-aged man, dressed in an ancient style, sat on a chair, offering a cup of wine to the air, complexly saying, "Fortunate to be born in the era of the Immortal Ancestor, to cultivate the immortal path... yet unfortunate to have no rival in his era."
Now is naturally the best mont.
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Moon Surface Nest Kingdom.
The current master of the Demon Palace spoke in a low voice, "If they break through to Divinity Transformation, we will never have peace! Completely powerless to resist!"
The consensus here is already highly unified, to kill the Immortal Ancestor.
Both sides, though descendants of that God's and Demon's remnant blood, belong to two different factions...
The opposite side's Immortal Dao civilization, Bailong the Great Emperor believed that the Ancient Gods and Demons, from which he was born, have already realized their error, not rebelling against Jiaxia during the Flood, ungrateful... even willing to seek redemption.
Yet they had once communicated with the will of that ancient God's and Demon's remnant.
Though they don't know what happened during the ti of the Flood, from the endless resentnt in "Emperor Xia's" words, it's clear that the opposing sides are still in conflict!
The one killed by Jiaxia after the Flood, the Ancient Gods and Demons feel no regret at all.
This difference in beliefs separates the two factions.
"The mont we've waited for so long has finally arrived." From the shadows, a tall and mighty man slowly walks out.
"Supre Elder!"
"Supre Elder!"
All around, they held their breath, respectfully.
Behind the tall man, two powerful beings followed, their lips occasionally curling into bizarre smiles.
They are Fourth Realm Perfection, equal in strength to the Immortal Ancestor, with potential anyti to break into the Fifth Realm.
Yet they dare not even attempt to touch that barrier, only suppressing their realms.
Because once they attempt to break through, revealing their auras, they will for sure be perceived by the Immortal Ancestor, coming to strike them down... After all, the Immortal Dao naturally suppresses the Demon Palace system, within the sa realm they are far from being opponents.
The Immortal Ancestor alone subdued the current era.
Thus, they have always been waiting for the mont when more Fourth Realm Perfection powerhouses appear.
Now is the ti, Bailong has grown old, his power declining, faced with ergencies, fighting against fate... now is their best chance to act.
"Can we win? The Immortal Dao flourishes, thanks to that person, but sadly, he neglected himself for the prosperity." A fair and beautiful woman softly spoke.
"I'm not sure if he's aged enough, with any trump card left, but our winning chance might not exceed thirty percent." A black and hideous giant beast spoke deeply, like a misty beast growling.
"They established the Creation Jade Butterfly, though we aren't comparable, over the years, we combined knowledge from the natives, snail n, and chanics, creating the Ancient Demon Palace."
"Even if we must sacrifice our lives to activate this Magical Artifact, we must not let Bailong live."
The fair woman spoke in a low voice, "They misunderstood the ancestors' pledges, still resent Jiaxia to this day with no regret, also unaware if the 'Immortal Dao Legacy' is true, or simply being manipulated by other Mist Evil Gods, using their lineage."
Each of the three has their ideals and aspirations.
That Bai Long created the Immortal Dao defied the Ancient God's remnant will, although they're devising ways to revive him on this planet, the original intentions differ.
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Arican Continent.
In the ruins of the city.
This place is the Western Barbarian Lands, mostly populated with blonde-haired, blue-eyed great sorcerers.
In the city, a tall and charming blonde girl leaned against a tall and handso swordsman, sitting on a rooftop, watching the sunrise through the mist.
"I never imagined that the little ones I created could co this far," the girl softly said, "They turned themselves into giants, stepping out of dinsions, like scenes from a story... The tiny kingdom suddenly occupied the entire Earth, we beca great sorcerers, living in myth."
Tao Ruisi drunkenly gazing at the man before her, like a king of heroes.
He erged from the land of mortals she cultivated, aiding her rise in civilization, establishing a great mortal kingdom.
Despite being the entire Arican Continent, she is the top-ranked number one Arican "player" because of this man with incredible abilities.
"Reality is always stranger than stories." The tall and handso swordsman embraced the girl, tenderly saying, "Since ancient tis, sorcerers and mortals cannot love, gods and mortals differ... but I ultimately overca size limitations, this ti, if successful... I will ask the Celestial Emperor to grant our marriage."
"Can't you not go?" Tao Ruisi softly said: They don't need one more of you.
"I have to go, if all mortals thought like that, it would be horrible." The swordsman looked far into the sky, "The Celestial Emperor created the Immortal Dao, rcifully treating all beings, others don't have the generosity to allow you and together."
"Then..." The blonde girl still hesitated.
"Rember the contents on Jiaxia's tablet?" The swordsman suddenly asked.
"I rember."
Tao Ruisi softly said, "That's the era the gods and demons wanted to kill Jiaxia, only mortals from the ground chose to aid Jiaxia."
"At that ti, the mortal's hero said..."
While Tao Ruisi spoke, tears started flowing, and the swordsman gently kissed her forehead, his whole being shattered, turning into countless little people-like mist, drifting away,
"History will rember the greatest mont in human history, humanity chose wisdom, not to ally with the gods and demonic beasts!!!"
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On the eastern land,
A vast giant stretching into the sky carried a water tank, slowly walking.
He trampled over mountains and rivers, countless dense forests, and lands were leveled, countless birds and beasts scattered.
"Day after day, I seem to destroy flowers and trees, but these trees will imdiately regrow."
A mighty sorcerer carrying a huge water tank, wearing a raincoat, holding a parasol, and a water bucket, with countless dragon-like Feathered Serpent Gods swimming in the tank's water.
Every ti near towns, the Dragon Race spewed water from the tank to bring rain.
"Spiritual Qi has revived, the folded land is stretching, in a certain sense, our land is expanding ten thousand tis."
This giant with slightly receding hair softly murmured:
"Just as those novels recorded, rising amidst ruin, reviving from extinction, the sea becos dust, the lightning withers, that eerie mist approaches the land again, unlocking the chains of the world, unveiling a mysterious corner of a brand-new world..."
The diterranean Barber smiled, quietly sending a text to the other two, "The world is about to change, it's ti for our disciple to erge."
Blood Knight: "Yes."
She and Sword from the past: "Possibly powerless, we sorcerers are still very slow, likely unable to influence this era's progress... though we must try, though our disciples, two hundred years have passed, are also Fourth Realm Perfection... but their size is too tiny."
Blood Knight: "No matter what, we must struggle, trying may still hold a chance, not trying ans sitting and waiting for death."
As if by fate's coincidence, the three of them conversed cheerfully, even taking in a disciple.
In so inexplicable way, it seed they always felt like they should have a disciple.
"We have finally integrated into the historical myth's progress, the Immortal Dao has opened for two hundred years now... this Extraordinary World, the Immortal Ancestor has yet to perish." The woodcutter carrying buckets continued to travel across mountains and land.
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