Mingyi's body swayed unsteadily.
Ever since obtaining the Ti Yuan You, they realized they could use the ti travel of the Nuwa God End and Cang Chu's special Ti Law to change the past and repair the dinsional bridge leading beyond Cang Chu.
But after stepping into this history from three hundred years ago, these Martial Heroes of the Douyi Star Palace realized how terrifyingly powerful the ancients were. With their current environnt, it was impossible to nurture warriors surpassing these extraordinary prodigies.
In fact, the reason these warriors from three hundred years ago were almost invincible wasn't just that the era was brimming with talent, but because the spiritual factors of the entire Otherworldly Dust were at their most active level, and otherworldly erosion was weakest. This perfect environnt produced a dazzling star river in Cang Chu's history.
This era had the highest hope of breaking through the shackles of dinsions, giving everyone the chance to climb into higher dinsions and enter the realm of eternal life. But the most fearso human clan massacre occurred, and this batch of human ancestors that could have led all of Nuwa's lineage into the Human Holy Realm also all perished.
These Martial Heroes of the Douyi Star Palace were nothing more than moths drawn to the wildfire of this era, unable to change any outco.
But if they couldn't change it, they should at least not add chaos for future generations.
They could just disappear into the annals of ti, regardless of whether their actions three hundred years ago were aningless, or whether they served as navigators during the fall of the Nuwa God End in their own era. All these insignificant contributions could be erased. But what her grandfather did was undoubtedly plant a demon seed, leading those who sought only self-ascension to eternal life to steer the Nuwa God End onto a wrong path...
Many of Cang Chu Divine Realm's cruel laws bear the shadows of the powers of these gods from three hundred years ago, even the evolution of their divine power. These gods might have vanished three hundred years ago, but their divine power wouldn't completely dissipate. They would carry this hatred to massacre, intercept, and slaughter all of Nuwa God End, while the Star Marker map would be passed down. The Black Navigators, who earlier grasped the information of Otherworldly Dust, would spare no expense to lead the not-yet-fully-evolved Nuwa Lineage into these traps and crises.
In other words, half of the suffering their holand encountered in recent years was caused by her grandfather, just to lure people from three hundred years later to open the ti passage and rescue them from here.
"Grandfather, I would rather die here than..." Mingyi felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Because of her alone, how much more suffering was added to her holand, and how many perished miserably in those unavoidable catastrophes.
She couldn't bear such a sin. She would rather battle to death in the past, letting the Star Marker and Cangling remain buried in this segnt of history.
"It has already co to this, look... they seem to have arrived." The Ancient Coiled Dragon Fighter looked up at the sky.
In the sky, streams of light, brilliant like a rain of stars, slipped from the ti pit into this Asura Battlefield. Their silhouettes were so familiar, oozing a modern aura, and the Crown Radiance that blood from them was exceptionally strong, not inferior at all to the gods here.
A trap!
A massive trap, they shouldn't have co here.
At that mont, Mingyi suddenly realized that the sky she was looking up at was actually the Infinite City three hundred years in the future, where human explorers from her own era rushed forward endlessly to fill the gaps left by their ancestors.
However, the full sky of Star Gods would spare no Nuwa's people, already seeing red in their eyes and treating all of Nuwa's lineage as the mortal enemy of the Human Clan. If the ti travelers of the entire Douyi Star Palace were a group of moths, then the elite of all human evolution throwing themselves into this historical fire pit was no more than a larger group of birds.
The Ancient Coiled Dragon Fighter no longer had the strength to hold on and fell onto the blood-soaked ground.
Mingyi kept a few steps away from him, at that mont feeling both angry and pained inside.
Her anger was because the suffering of the holand was caused by her grandfather, who had abandoned human righteousness for selfish gains.
Yet, his selfishness was also for her, as he couldn't bear to see her vanish in this segnt of history.
"Dai Jing, what should I do..." Mingyi felt her body and spirit begin to splinter, her bloodline connection urging her to walk towards her exhausted grandfather, dead, but knowing he was the biggest enemy of human evolution, she was in indescribable pain.
On Mingyi's shoulder rested a small green cicada, seemingly an intelligent lifeform made of illusionary particles.
The little cicada suddenly flew up, as if receiving so command, quickly distancing itself from the battlefield.
Mingyi felt puzzled as to why her companion AI would leave at this mont. She lacked the strength to chase it, only watching as the little green cicada fluttered its wings, flying beyond the smoke. Vaguely, Mingyi noticed the green cicada, composed of illusionary particles, burrowing into a crippled little girl affected by divine power...
The little girl, in a shock state due to excessive blood loss, had her flesh quickly transford with the insertion of the green cicada.
"Dai Jing!" Mingyi cried out loud for her companion AI to return.
"See you in three hundred years... Lord Cangling, I'll try my best to find edible energy to survive until that day..."
"You are a chanical life, why act on emotions!" Mingyi watched one by one, people by her side leaving, and her tears could no longer be held back.
"Lacking emotions causes longing, we might not understand, but can imitate clumsily..." The little girl invaded by chanical cells staggered up and, after leaving this remark, escaped without looking back.
She was clear on her mission—to do everything possible to survive and in three hundred years create Cangling's real footsteps.
...
The Red Robed Saint walked out of the blood rain.
He glanced at the Ancient Coiling Dragon Fighter who had lost all breath and stepped one by one towards Mingyi.
"The Ti Law of the Nuwa Divine Tree was supposed to be the sole key for the entire Human Clan to escape this prison, yet you people used it in such a place. So what if you open the Gate of Ti and summon future humans, you have no idea of the heights we these gods stand on. We are not inferior to High-dinsional Gods, rely imprisoned here!" the Red Robed Saint scornfully comnted.
Mingyi said nothing, her eyes filled with blood streaks.
This was the divine mountain that her Night Nuwa ancestors could never cross. Even after three hundred years, despite the developnt of the Demon Buddha Fighting Robe, it still wasn't a match for this Holy Ancestor.
"It's just a matter of victory and defeat. You think you gods won, but is the future Cang Chu serene? You beca the founder of the Holy Sect, but future generations don't know who you are." Mingyi equally scorned the Red Robed Saint's words.
"I haven't witnessed the future; you can say what you will. But your descent here in a futile attempt to help your ancestors win this struggle is indeed too naive. This era answers to , Cai Qiong, and the Ti Law cannot alter the decisions I make!!" The Red Robed Saint floated a smile, on that incredibly handso face a blend of confidence and boldness.
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