Chapter 832 - 523: The Rise and Fall of the Human Race, Extraterritorial Beasts! (Double - )

Chapter 832: Chapter 523: The Rise and Fall of the Human Race, Extraterritorial Beasts! (Double Chapter)

But he did not believe that the World Ending Dragon Emperor Yun referred to was these descendants of the Dragon Race.

No matter how strong the Dragon Race descendants were, they couldn’t possibly overthrow the world; only the legendary True Dragon had some world-destroying power.

Emperor Yun nodded, "It’s not wrong to call it a True Dragon, but this World Ending Dragon is extremely special, and its origin is unknown. Named the Star Devourer, it was in its prime back then, causing the sudden decline of the Ancient Human Race occupying the Nine Provinces..."

"Hmm?" Song Changming was somewhat confused.

He once thought that the decline of the Human Race was caused by the Demon Race, and most people believed this.

After all, currently, the Human Race only owned the Three States, while the remaining Six States were occupied by the Demon Race, which seemed like the Demon Race forced the Human Race to decline.

But now, Emperor Yun told him that what the world knew was not the truth.

The Demon Race was not the reason for the Human Race’s decline, nor the true cause of the Ancient Abyss Country’s collapse?

"The Star Devourer Dragon, 48,000 li in length, can devour mountains and rivers, and even swallow the stars, causing calamities," Emperor Yun continued.

48,000 li in length?

Swallow the stars?

Even though Song Changming had seen massive beings among demons, he still had no concept of a creature 48,000 li long.

Is this reasonable?

Not to mention others, how would such a massive creature sustain the daily consumption required for its size?

Swallow stars? It seems plausible.

After all, with the Witch General Seal ’Star Trace’, he understands how colossal the energy of a star is.

"If it were just this, it wouldn’t yet be World Destruction Level.

Its unique mastery of Space Divine Techniques, the most crucial point, is that it can summon the protagonist of the Ancient Era disaster!"

"Extraterritorial Beast?" Song Changming instinctively answered when he saw Emperor Yun pause.

"Correct." Emperor Yun nodded.

Now Song Changming understood.

After all, it was the threat brought about by the Extraterritorial Beast.

The Star Devourer Dragon was just a key, a Demon Key that could open the Gate of Hell at any time.

"Your Majesty, our Human Race still exists today, but why has no one ever heard of that cataclysm in the past?" Hua Sichen asked, puzzled. ℴ

While the Ancient Era is too distant to mention, if the Ancient Human Race truly experienced such a world-ending catastrophe, there shouldn’t be any historical trace left behind.

It doesn’t seem right when you think about it.

"That cataclysm did not destroy the common populace and myriad creatures, but the Cultivation Realm, all the strong Human and Demon Races.

At that time, the Celestial Tao Academy’s Sect Leader went to great lengths to predict the impending catastrophe.

Upon hearing it, Emperor Yuan allied with the Ten Thousand Demons, leading a million Human Race elites into the Land of Great Fog.

Afterward, only over a hundred returned, the rest perished in the fog. To avoid worldly unrest, these few survivors remained silent about the event.

Through generations of emperors and with only a few descendants of those survivors, not many know of this today."

Emperor Yun slowly revealed the secrets from ten thousand years ago, and the image of that era gradually formed in Song Changming’s mind.

In the Ancient Era, as the Great Fog emerged, Extraterritorial Beasts rampaged, life withered, indeed a great cataclysm.

In the Ancient Human Race era, the Star Devourer Dragon opened the Gate of Hell, Extraterritorial Beasts resurged. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, preventing a true world-ending situation, thus a small calamity.

A great cataclysm, a small calamity, thus the Nine Provinces have evolved to today’s state.

"And the Emperor Yuan of that time..." Hua Sichen asked at this point.

"Indeed, Emperor Yuan didn’t make it back, and because of this, the Ancient Abyss Country also declined..." Emperor Yun sighed.

To prevent the cataclysm, the vast Ancient Abyss Country nearly drained all its power, along with the sacrifice of Emperor Yuan, only then succeeding.

The hardship and brutality within are unimaginable to outsiders without witnessing it firsthand.

After listening to Emperor Yun and reflecting on the Illusion Realm, Song Changming had a different feeling.

It’s undeniable that the rise of the Ancient Human Race was incredibly difficult.

In the Ancient Era, under the rule of mythical creatures, they survived and thrived in the crevices.

Having survived the great cataclysm, preserving the flame, rising in the ancient times, sweeping away the Ten Thousand Races, establishing the Ancient Abyss, and unifying the Nine Provinces!

Then, due to a calamity, they flourished and then declined, leading to the current fragmented state, with the Ten Thousand Races rising together.

Song Changming couldn’t help but lament; there are no true pet darlings of heaven, nor ever-lasting winners.

The wheel of history rolls forward, unstoppable by anyone.

Who will be the next protagonist to dominate the Nine Provinces out of the Ten Thousand Races?

These thoughts flashed through Song Changming’s mind.

Ultimately, they focused on the two words left by Emperor Yuan’s residual soul.

"Hurry."

Upon understanding the past events, he inexplicably sensed urgency in these two words.

This was an entrustment, even a mission granted.

"Where? Where to go?"

Song Changming seemed somewhat influenced by this urgent emotion.

"Go to the Great Fog, and see the sealed place of the Star Devourer Dragon." Emperor Yun suddenly turned his head, staring at Song Changming, and said.

"The sealed place?" Song Changming’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Could this be where the residual soul of Emperor Yuan wants me to go?

"Not far." Emperor Yun said, his gaze directed southward.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

In the Nine Netherworld.

Outside the Bone Forest, Yuan San led the Song Changping brothers, glanced back at the now-closed entrance of the Celestial Ruins Realm, withdrew his gaze, and started walking into the distance.

After leaving Black Mountain, to avoid unnecessary trouble, they separated from Song Changming and returned along the original route to the Nine Netherworld.

At this time, no Gu Worms were visible in the Bone Forest.

The rest of the Demon Race only had a few remaining cats lingering around.

The three of them left the Celestial Ruins Realm at the very end.

"Senior, what’s your plan now?" Song Changping looked at the silent Yuan San and couldn’t help but ask.

"Return to An Province." Yuan San spoke as he moved.

"Assist the master in reorganizing the Undead corpse Race."

This is what he intended to do next.

He is devoted to Song Changming, no matter what Song Changming intends to do in the future, he will be Song Changming’s strongest support.

For this, he needs not only personal strength but also to build an army, forming a great momentum.

The Undead corpse are scattered all over An Province, even in places with dense Yin energy like the Nine Netherworld, the Undead corpse appear.

But the Undead corpse are mostly disorganized, especially some low-level ones, not even fully awakened spiritually.

To suddenly gather the strength of the Undead corpse, even with his identity as the Undead corpse Ancestor, reorganization is necessary.

"Understood." Song Changping nodded.

This matter concerns Song Changming, he will definitely participate.

In fact, a significant part of his continued stay with Yuan San is to monitor and guard against any ulterior motives from this Undead corpse Ancestor.

After all, he’s a monstrous being who has lived hundreds of thousands of years, who knows what other means beyond their imagination he might not have disclosed.

One God-Binding Seal might not be enough...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Yuan Province, Baiding Realm.

White grass covered the ground here, the land was extremely fertile, known for growing grass in one day, flowers in three days, and trees in a month.

The Spiritual Qi here was one of the richest in Yuan Province’s few treasured lands.

This place was full of creeping and wriggling creatures with earth dragons hidden, looking from afar, the land seemed alive with movement.

This place was a sacred site most revered by the Insect Race.

And the undisputed king of this place was the Eight-eyed White Worm King.

Atop the Insect King Tower.

A middle-aged man with a ghastly white complexion, draped in white hair, showed no joy or sorrow on his face, his eyes sparkling with extraordinarily bewitching light, like a pair of evil stars.

A terrifying energy fluctuated around him, condensed and unfading.

The direction he faced was toward the southern Yun Province.

This man was the Eight-eyed White Worm King.

Suddenly, the man’s enchanting eye light faded, returning to his original deep eye color.

"Emperor Yun..."

He murmured, his expression full of interest.

"And that Human boy..."

Who managed to successively kill off his offspring, Chong Yin and Chongsi.

Especially Chongsi.

This was a masterpiece he had cultivated himself, yet before it could fully mature, it was, in his eyes, pointlessly slain.

This was something he could not accept.

"Hmph!"

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