Gods Vanish on a Cloudy Day

Chapter 24 To Witness Everything (Huge Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

Chapter 423 To Witness It All (Massive Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

"—The Gu Clan can leave this planet with us, but they need to transform into their Sky Fox forms—the *Yuanwang* may have space for two thousand Sky Foxes, but not for two thousand people."

Qingqiu local time, 7:00 AM.

As the night receded, it wasn't sunlight that illuminated the horizon, but streaks of lightning that bloomed amidst muffled thunder.

In the pitch-black world and the sound of rain, Gu Zechuan, clad in Xuanqing-colored (dark cyan) Dao armor, walked heavily towards the Gu Clan's gathering place, rain streaming down the seams of his armor.

Su Zhou's voice echoed in his mind, the message the youth had received from the *Yuanwang* not long ago.

"—We can't help the other Qingqiu people. The *Yuanwang* is a research vessel, and there are too few combat personnel on board. We need to return to Earth, report to the authorities, and bring the main force over to completely defeat the Heavenly Demons."

Su Zhou's words were simple and direct, easily understood by anyone, including Gu Zechuan.

—This is normal.

Thinking this, Gu Zechuan began summoning the elders and representatives of the Gu Clan in the gathering place.

As the first Qingqiu person to encounter Su Zhou and the others, Gu Zechuan was now the intermediary between the Qingqiu people and the *Yuanwang*. He had replaced one injured or elderly and weak elder after another, becoming the spokesperson for the Gu Clan during this long ten-day migration.

—After all, facing billions of Heavenly Demons across the world, trying to fight them with the forces of one starship was indeed too much.

So, in the rain, in a rain-sheltered hall formed by wooden barriers, Gu Zechuan, as spokesperson, explained the *Yuanwang*'s suggestion to the summoned elders and representatives in the most serious tone.

Immediately, a clamor arose. Many people's expressions changed slightly as they began to discuss privately, their faces showing surprise, disappointment, and sorrow.

—But, how to put it?

It always felt a little regrettable.

"There's no way… I can understand."

"Indeed, this is theoretically the only reasonable choice."

"Can we only leave? Just us?"

The voices of the Gu Clan representatives below the stage showed disappointment, understanding, agreement, and sighs, but there was no hesitation.

After all, at this moment, only fifteen hours remained before the Heavenly Demon vanguard arrived at the camp. There was no time to dawdle—and the ability to make quick decisions in emergencies was instinctive for the Qingqiu people living in this world full of crises and sudden disasters. They naturally knew what the most correct choice was.

After all, when they arrived at the *Yuanwang*'s location and saw the actual size of the ship, most of the intelligent Qingqiu people already understood that the envoys from the Central Divine Court were indeed few in number, and many of them were 'scholars' without combat power.

Such a lightly armed ship had no way to face the overwhelming Heavenly Demon horde.

"That's the general situation. I hope all the elders and representatives can quickly inform most of our compatriots of this news… Please be sure to notify everyone!"

After repeating this several times, just as Gu Zechuan, feeling a little parched, was about to end the free discussion and have all the representatives return to their gathering points to summon the people for boarding, he suddenly heard someone say something.

"Let's forget it."

At first, when Gu Zechuan heard this, he thought it meant 'Let's give up.' The Gu Clan really shouldn't stay in this world any longer; they should leave.

"Let's forget it."

Soon after, Liu Wuxin, who had been sent to assist Gu Zechuan in gathering the Gu Clan for boarding, also heard this sentence. He thought it was a helpless compromise—since the Earth (Immortal Gods)'s strength was indeed insufficient, they had to abandon the idea of revenge against the Heavenly Demons.

But soon, they both realized that neither of these guesses was the true meaning of the sentence.

Let's forget it—this simple phrase was now spreading throughout the entire Gu Clan along with the news of boarding and leaving.

In the simple camp, after hearing the news spread by the elders and representatives that they were to leave Qingqiu Star with the starship, the middle-aged man who was silently organizing the magical artifacts in his tent paused for a moment, and the widowed woman in the collective kitchen stopped cutting vegetables.

Then… they walked out of their tents, left their posts, and began to gather.

Those old people with scars and wrinkles all over their bodies; those who used Dao armor prosthetics and had crippled legs or hands; and those who were already loners and didn't interact much with others, they gathered together in front of the wooden fortress, silently waiting for something in the darkness, lightning, and rain.

"Why are you staying here?"

Sensing this obviously wrong atmosphere, Gu Zechuan rushed to the scene. He came before this group of people waiting in the rain and asked confusedly, "Why aren't you preparing to leave? There isn't much time left!"

His confusion represented not only himself, but also the *Yuanwang*, and the rest of the Gu Clan. Everyone was confused by their actions.

Facing Gu Zechuan's question, the waiting crowd shook their heads.

"Let's forget it."

These people gathered together shouted in unison, "We don't want to leave."

"We want to stay."

"Cough, cough… The Immortal Gods' shuttle has limited space… I feel like this old man is just a waste of space, so I might as well stay."

This was an old soldier.

The wrinkles and scars on his face and body were mixed together, making them indistinguishable. The lost essence from injuries in his youth made it impossible for him to maintain the physique of his prime in old age.

The old man coughed a few times in the rain and said with a smile, "I don't need to fight the young people for a spot."

"I, I really don't, don't want to leave…"

This was a somewhat stuttering man.

His right hand was severed at the elbow, replaced with a roughly made iron clamp, and his other hand was tightly holding a hammer, as if he had been doing heavy hammering and forging work before.

Even though he didn't speak very fluently, his tone was still filled with unspeakable bitterness. The man gripped the iron hammer tightly and stuttered, "My wife, my daughter, they, they all died here… I can't leave them behind… Wi, without me, they'll be lonely, I'm afraid to leave…"

"Yes, I don't have any family left either. Leaving doesn't feel like it has any meaning."

The person who said this was a *kashi* (armored warrior), her tone indifferent: "It's better to stay and do something, at least."

This female cultivator's voice was sharp and cold, even with a hint of meanness, but this coldness and meanness was more of a shell used to protect herself. Just after this *kashi* finished speaking, other voices whispered their reasons: "He was taken to the Zhenling (Suppression) Tower… His life fire hasn't been extinguished, he's not dead yet, I must find him…"

"Yes, I still have distant relatives in the Yousu Clan, I don't care if all my relatives are dead, but they don't know about the return of the Immortal Gods…"

Heavy rain poured down.

Cold raindrops struck people, then shattered, the splashing water droplets forming tiny water flowers that dripped from people's hair, or slid down the sides of their faces or temples.

In the dense and noisy sound of rain, these whispers quickly faded away.

But that will never dissipated.

—Let's forget it, we don't want to leave.

So, in this noisy rain.

Gu Zechuan was shocked once again.

After witnessing Su Zhou kill thirty million Heavenly Demons with his own eyes, the young *kashi*'s heart was once again touched by this short sentence.

—We want to stay.

These people calmly stated the deepest thoughts in their hearts—they were the elderly, the disabled, retired *kashi*, and cultivators with no future.

They were the husbands who had long lost their wives and children, the wives who had lost their husbands and children. They were the loners who had long lost their relatives and friends and wandered in the world. They were the escapees who knew the tragic outcome of those who had been taken to the Zhenling Tower.

They were the ones who could not be comforted even by the electronic underworld, who had completely lost everything, and could not even imagine the future, pitiful and pathetic fellows.

And at this moment, these fellows were standing in front of the wooden barrier, in front of the *Yuanwang*, gathered together, wanting to apologize to the 'Immortal Gods'.

Why apologize?

Because they had abandoned the purpose of their arduous migration, abandoned the efforts of Liu Wuxin and others who had led them all the way.

So, the simple people felt guilty and wanted to come and thank them, then apologize, and leave.

And Gu Zechuan, stood in front of such a group of people, silent.

"…So, you want to stay?"

When Su Zhou received the message from Gu Zechuan and arrived at the scene, even the silent queue was shaken. Everyone exclaimed and bowed their heads respectfully to this Venerable One.

Not because of anything else, but simply because he had saved them from danger and killed countless Heavenly Demons—this power alone, this effort, was enough to make them feel respect and give respect.

Soon, after receiving an affirmative answer from everyone, Su Zhou turned his head and looked at the white-haired fox person beside him.

Su Zhou stared at the first Qingqiu person he had met, a brave, responsible warrior who dared to face the commanding-level Heavenly Demons and step forward.

He said puzzledly, "You want to stay too?"

"Yes, Venerable One."

Having made up his mind, Gu Zechuan faced Su Zhou, lowered his head as well, but his tone was clear and firm, "You need us to hide and resist the Heavenly Demons, to preserve the spark for your return—Venerable One, our staying is not a meaningless impulse, but a meaningful and necessary act."

"No matter what, we Qingqiu people, we Gu Clan, shouldn't just accept the help of the Immortal Gods with peace of mind, and enjoy safety with peace of mind… We must do something to represent the contribution of the Qingqiu people!"

But your contribution has already been enough—

Thinking so in his heart, but Su Zhou did not speak. He just stared at the other party, then raised his head and looked around at the crowd still standing in place, waiting for Su Zhou's response.

Perseverance and determination. Only these two emotions could be seen on their faces.

"I understand."

So Su Zhou sighed. He nodded and said seriously to everyone, "But if that's the case, you should leave immediately—not a command, but a suggestion."

"The Heavenly Demon vanguard will arrive in fourteen hours. You probably have about ten to twelve hours to escape. We will leave you some tools and technology, but you should leave now to avoid being surrounded by the Heavenly Demons."

Su Zhou repeated this sentence to everyone several times. Soon, all those who decided to stay received a set of simple survival equipment, highly compressed food, and other odds and ends… These were not magical artifacts, but precisely because they did not require the use of spiritual energy and had no spiritual energy fluctuations, they were easier to use when hiding and surviving.

It even included a small manual teaching how to dig holes and excavate mountain shelters. This was a summary of techniques printed out on the spot.

In response, everyone happily praised Su Zhou and the name of the Central Divine Court. They could of course see that these seemingly ordinary equipment and suggestions were the crystallization of countless wisdom, and how useful they would be when surviving alone in the wild.

"As expected of the Divine Court."

Watching this scene, Gu Zechuan couldn't help but sigh.

"We are not the Central Divine Court, we are Earthlings—to be more specific, we are from Zheng Country (China)."

Although he explained, Su Zhou knew that talking about this to the Qingqiu people was meaningless. He looked at Gu Zechuan and couldn't help but sigh again, "Are you really not leaving?"

"You are still young, and although your sister has lost her physical body, her soul is also in the underworld, so it doesn't count as a true death… You are different from those who have nothing, you have a reason to live, and living now, you can have greater achievements in the future."

Faced with Su Zhou's advice, Gu Zechuan turned his head and met Su Zhou's eyes. He replied helplessly, "But Venerable One, it would be too much to let those who have already lost everything sacrifice again…"

"Moreover, if there isn't a normal person like me to lead them, how could these orphans and cripples really take action? They have no strength at all, so they need me to lead them… Well, maybe not. But I think I must stay."

The white-haired fox-eared youth seriously explained his thoughts, and when he got to the end, he was silent for a moment, then smiled brightly, "In short, being able to take the souls in the 'Soul Abyss' away is enough for me."

"During the time you leave Qingqiu Country, I will lead the team to hold on until your return, Venerable One."

Hearing this answer, Su Zhou couldn't help but frown.

He slowly replied, "Is that so? I understand."

Although he said so, the activated Wuxiang (No Thought) Heart could hear Gu Zechuan's true thoughts and purpose.

—That was the voice of hope.

Hope can kill people.

There is a huge difference between lightless darkness and dimly lit obscurity.

Originally, what the Qingqiu people saw was darkness. They eked out a living in the boundless darkness. Death was commonplace. Even if their relatives died, they could only wipe away their tears and continue to eat with their heads down—because food was precious and could not be wasted.

At that time, no one's sacrifice could let people see the dawn. No matter how much they fought, it all felt meaningless.

But now, what the Qingqiu people saw was dim light.

Light from the Central Divine Court, called Immortal Gods, had appeared.

Hope had appeared.

Because they knew that in the future, Immortal Gods from the Central Divine Court would come to Qingqiu to take revenge, they were now more calm even when facing death.

Because they knew that the Central Divine Court had not given up on Qingqiu, they were not afraid to give up their lives, and sacrificing their lives was no longer frightening.

Just like Gu Zechuan at this time, those Qingqiu people who chose to stay had a strong fighting spirit in their hearts—they were no longer afraid of death, because their sacrifice now had meaning.

Inside the wooden barrier, in the rain shelter hall, when everyone had already left.

Suddenly, Gu Zechuan knelt down directly in front of Su Zhou.

He prostrated himself at Su Zhou's feet, deeply lowered his head.

"Please do not stop my kneeling, Venerable One. You are truly a respectable Immortal God."

From the beginning, he prevented Su Zhou from trying to help him up, "I kneel because of everything you have done for my clan—because of years of war and migration, we have lost all etiquette and tradition, so I don't know what 'etiquette' to use to express my sincere respect to you without kneeling."

And after that, he stood up again freely.

Gu Zechuan was almost as tall as Su Zhou, probably a little taller with his fox ears. He looked at Su Zhou at eye level, and in his eyes, there was no longer the fear and awe he had when he witnessed Su Zhou slaughtering Heavenly Demons with his own eyes, but only a calm.

He said seriously, "I will inform all the other Qingqiu shelters of the news that the Immortal Gods have reappeared, so that they know that the Qingqiu people have not been abandoned by the Divine Court—just this news alone can ignite the spark. Those shelters that have long been decadent and degenerate will once again have fighting spirit, and all Qingqiu people will work together as much as possible to get through this period."

"I believe so."

In response, Su Zhou was speechless. He just stared deeply at Gu Zechuan and did not answer.

Time passed.

Twelve hours later.

Earth time, October 20, 2017, 10:00 AM.

The tense and busy starship engine test work had been completed, and the auxiliary launch array had also been prepared—after the spiritual energy engine was reignited once again, silver-blue spiritual energy jets began to pour out of all the vector nozzles of the entire starship. In the thunderous roar of the huge airflow, the terrifying thrust caused the entire starship to slowly float from the surface, adjusting the launch direction for a while later.

Unlike the transfer array on Earth that directly transmitted it into space, and the ignition and lift-off in the low-density atmosphere of Qingqiu IV, the starship needed more preparation to start on a planet like Qingqiu Star, which had a general atmosphere and stronger gravity.

Fortunately, however, the *Yuanwang* had related auxiliary array designs, which could barely fly without various launch racks and electromagnetic rails.

At this moment, there were two hours left before the Heavenly Demon vanguard arrived here.

In the radar, the closest Heavenly Demons were surging from the northwest, a large army from the Lianyihai (Linked Wing Sea) direction. Their numbers were overwhelming, and they could be described as pressing in with heavy troops.

At present, almost all of the Gu Clan had turned into Sky Foxes of various colors. They had already entered the starship before—the *kashi* had taken off their armor, and ordinary people had taken off their clothes. For the sake of survival, the Qingqiu people had abandoned all their luggage and creations of civilization, and even their human forms.

After all, other than books and various classics, there was no other extra space on the *Yuanwang*.

There was nothing shameful about this, because for an entire race, survival was the greatest victory—just like the Ice Foxes on Qingqiu IV, who could say they were humble? As long as they remembered their responsibilities, the act of living itself was the glory and symbol of human courage.

Su Zhou and Gu Zechuan stood together on the summit of a small mountain not far from the starship, a cliff top, overlooking this scene.

Standing here, Su Zhou moved his gaze away from the starship and looked around the entire world.

The deep green jungle was shrouded in misty clouds, and the dark sky covered all sunlight and starlight.

In this overcast rain and darkness where the sun could not be seen, the endless Heavenly Demon horde was rapidly pressing in from the distance. Although their shadows could not yet be seen, the vast spiritual energy fluctuations, vast and shaking like mountains, could already be clearly sensed here.

The world was tottering, the heavens and the earth were collapsing, the black clouds were pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and thousands of enemies were about to arrive.

Gu Zechuan raised his head and looked with a trace of gloom in his eyes in the direction of the shelter where the Gu Clan originally lived—it was already empty, but it was filled with memories of his childhood.

A happiness filled with hardship and shrouded in dim light sprouted there… In those years when the Heavenly Demons did not attack, although life was not easy, the time with friends, elders, and the light of his sister could not be said to be unforgettable.

"My sister and I can be considered orphans… Everyone in the clan took care of us as we grew up. After all, if it weren't for the clan's care, no matter how hard my sister worked, it would have been impossible for her to find a job as a planter when she was in her teens, and it would have been impossible for me to receive education related to cultivation and become a *kashi* in that kind of family situation."

Looking at the original direction of the Gu Clan's shelter, the Sky Fox youth's tone was extremely complicated: "So when I grew up, every time I saw others in need of help, I had an uncontrollable urge to lend a hand… I chose to become a *kashi* and fight the Heavenly Demons because I wanted to protect my family… all my family."

Speaking of this, he sighed: "But, I have learned it."

"Sometimes, you are powerless, unable to change anything, so you must learn to give up."

In response, Su Zhou used the simplest words to expose the other party's lies.

"Do you really think so? When you decided to stay?"

"…Of course not!"

Hearing this, Gu Zechuan roared in a low voice on the mountaintop, his emerald pupils filled with unwilling flames.

He looked in the direction of the Heavenly Demons, gnashing his teeth: "That's why I'm unwilling! Unwilling to leave like this and completely hand over the right to revenge to the Immortal Gods… Since my sister is safe, I have no more worries!"

"Even if I die, I don't want to give up resisting!"

The distant evil was approaching, and the Heavenly Demon army was attacking.

It could be seen that in the distant horizon, there was an ice-blue spiritual light lighting up. It was as swift as lightning and as light as rain—streams of spiritual arrows were like a sky-covering flock of birds, rising from the end of the horizon, and then flying along a long trajectory in the sky, flying towards the camouflage camp made by Lin Chengde in the distance. In the continuous huge roars and the rising huge mushroom clouds, layers of shock waves overlapped and spread in the mountains, and the empty shell of the Gu Clan's shelter in the distance was directly erased by the same attack, turning into ruins in the mountains.

This was the Heavenly Demon's attack, the condensation of spiritual power of thousands of people, a force close to unstoppable.

Before the sound could be heard, Gu Zechuan, staring at those spiritual arrows that were still flying up, turned his head and bowed to Su Zhou.

"I should go, Venerable One, you should go too."

"You have brought salvation and hope to the Gu Clan, so please allow me to ask you to bring salvation and hope to all the Qingqiu people when you return next time."

—These were all lies.

Su Zhou's Wuxiang Heart could hear the true thoughts in Gu Zechuan's heart.

What he was thinking was that he hoped that one day, the Central Divine Court could send a large army to come here and take revenge for the Qingqiu people… or eliminate the disaster of the Heavenly Demons.

Gu Zechuan didn't think at all that even one Qingqiu person could survive under the complete sweep of the Heavenly Demon army.

"Mm."

In response, Su Zhou just hummed. Then, he suddenly spoke, saying with a rather subtle tone, "Speaking of which, Gu Zechuan, do you know?"

"The Central Divine Court in your mouths is actually a very narrow, very crowded place. It is a planet a little smaller than Qingqiu Star, with a full population of more than eight billion… It should be more than nine billion now, but that's not important. Anyway, what I mean is, that place can't hold many people anymore."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Gu Zechuan couldn't help but be stunned. He was a little confused and didn't understand why Su Zhou would suddenly talk about this.

And Su Zhou continued to say, "The Beast God Realm is full of spiritual beasts and divine beasts. Although it is theoretically possible to immigrate, they don't even have enough space to live in themselves. Forcibly inserting humans there is simply forcibly creating conflict between the two sides. The Tianchi Secret Realm is just a big fish pond. At most, a few island colonies can be built to catch fish, but it can't accommodate people at all."

"And those small Dongtian (Grotto-heaven) Secret Realms are either the ancestral grounds of some sect or a high-risk training ground. Even if they can accommodate people, people have to dare to go… As for the moon and Mars, if there are no Immortal Gods to transform them, they are no different from stone balls. Even if a group of Immortal Gods take action, it will take at least ten years for the environment to stabilize—oh, Mars in your words is Yinghuo (Mars), anyway, they are all very troublesome things."

"I, I'm sorry, Venerable One, what do you mean…"

Hearing this, Gu Zechuan was even more confused. He looked at Su Zhou's face, but then found that Su Zhou had also turned his head and was looking at him.

That leisurely gaze, those cyan-purple pupils, carried a hint of meaning that the fox people could not understand.

"For the current Earthlings, Qingqiu Star is a very precious asset."

Reaching out, Su Zhou rubbed the other party's fox ears wantonly. He said, "The Qingqiu people are too."

"So…"

In Gu Zechuan's bewildered gaze, Su Zhou smiled at him calmly.

"Make a wish to me."

——Arrogance.

No smile could be more arrogant than Su Zhou's smile now.

It was simply like pity, like alms, like crushing all the confidence, smugness, and even conceit mixed in it, and then stirring and fermenting it, emitting a pressure that made people breathless.

"Say your wish, your true wish. Don't be bound by reality, don't be bound by various conditions, a wish from the bottom of your heart, a wish from sincerity."

Su Zhou's voice at this time carried an irresistible temptation that made it impossible to lie or refuse. He gently, like a god residing in the sky, used a soft voice to cross the clouds and ask his people: "Think it over. Then, tell it to me. Word for word."

——But no smile could be more gentle than Su Zhou's smile now.

That was like empathy, like encountering something unbearable, so he couldn't ignore it… Because he cared too much, he had to do it, because he had the power, so he couldn't find a reason not to act.

——Curses and vows are one.

The endless curse and hatred born of the Heavenly Demons were the source of endless wishes.

But the Devouring Demon Lord rejected the future of acting with hatred, and instead chose to listen to the prayers of others.

"Speak, Gu Zechuan."

Hearing this, Gu Zechuan instinctively closed his eyes. He no longer looked at that overly dazzling and perfect face, otherwise his brain would not be able to think at all.

And after that, in the darkness born of closing his eyes, the white-haired youth recalled his dark life.

——When he was born, he was running back and forth in the dark underground, and even the cries of children had to be concealed as much as possible to avoid attracting the attention of the Heavenly Demons.

Shortly after growing up, he encountered a surprise attack, his parents died, and his sister exhausted all her efforts to let him grow up normally.

Obviously growing up, evil attacks still occurred from time to time, and one childhood friend after another either died, was disabled, or disappeared into the darkness and was taken to the Zhenling Tower.

Even if he became a *kashi* to protect everyone, he still had to run around at a critical moment, struggling hard in despair, and there was no light on the road ahead.

And now, he clearly saw hope, but a kind of panic was born in his heart, a despicable feeling called 'why am I the only one being saved'.

Therefore, he would rather die with them than be saved alone.

"I don't want to die, and I don't want others to die…"

So, with his eyes tightly closed, Gu Zechuan whispered to himself, "Why, why, why do we have to face this situation… Have the Qingqiu people done anything malicious? We obviously haven't done anything… Why are those evils, those Heavenly Demons, treating us like this?! "

"Those Heavenly Demons in the Zhenling Tower are simply beasts! Good riddance! But why are they doing this? I don't understand… What is their purpose? What do they want to do? If it's really just to destroy us, why are they so slow and unwilling to give people a quick death?!"

"I don't even know why I'm fighting, I can only resist passively…"

Gnashing his teeth and muttering to himself, Gu Zechuan clenched his fists, but not a single tear flowed from his tightly closed eyes.

——This is a story that takes place on a dark planet.

The long peace was broken, and the happy life was terminated. For the sake of a wish that was unknown who it came from and what the content was, all peace was torn apart, and Taiping (Great Peace) was shattered, turning into dust that dissipated in the wind.

Death, blood, and wailing replaced everything, leaving the suffering Qingqiu people living far away on an alien planet, praying for the arrival of the Immortal Gods.

Thirteen hundred years have passed, and even the most sorrowful wails will weaken. Presumably, before long, even this last cry will disappear.

Until a traveler who sees injustice and is arrogant and conceited comes here and listens to the wishes of all living beings.

"I, I want…"

The wisher, Gu Zechuan, said so.

"I want someone who can eliminate these monsters, so that we Qingqiu people can live a peaceful life, so that we don't have to live underground, so that we don't have to welcome rainstorms every day, so that we can live in the sun."

"That's it…"

At first, his tone was almost weak, with shame and uncontrollable trembling.

But soon, his voice returned to firmness, and the youth seemed to be explaining the future he wanted to see.

"I want to live in such a peaceful world."

And Su Zhou didn't really listen to Gu Zechuan's words with his ears.

Because the Wuxiang Heart had already heard all these calls.

——This land, inside and outside the starship, in the underworld, beside him.

The voices of all the Qingqiu people.

"Yes."

The youth with long black hair took a step forward. He stepped out of the cliff and stood in mid-air. Su Zhou raised his head and looked up at the dark clouds, where cyan-blue lightning crisscrossed, like winding dragons and snakes.

With his back to Gu Zechuan, he said calmly: "I heard everything."

"For a thousand years, you have been silently enduring, sometimes feeling hope, but more often wandering in the darkness. You fight, resist, and then die, and your blood is poured on this land, but only now dare you make painful sounds—it's time to end it."

"End this sacrifice and suffering."

So, Su Zhou announced: "I heard it."

"Your wishes."

In the distant past, on this land, someone had wished the Immortal Gods prosperity and peace in the world.

Thousands of years later, on the same land, a new generation of Qingqiu people once again wished to the 'Immortal Gods' in their hearts.

And their wishes will all be granted.

One was because he didn't care.

One was because he cared a lot.

The two colors of arrogance, just like flowers of similar colors, gems of similar colors, are similar, but different.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Accompanied by a roar that surpassed thunder, the huge starship on the array not far away officially ignited—soon, as the spiritual energy flames that burst out from the nozzles at the end and bottom of the ship were enough to burn a giant hole hundreds of meters deep in the ground, the entire research ship slowly accelerated and took off in the incredible thrust.

And just like that, it flew towards the end of the sky, the outside of the planet!

At this moment, Gu Zechuan, who had finished making his wish and hadn't had time to think about what he had just said, opened his eyes and watched this scene in shock. His emerald green pupils were full of shock and astonishment.

"Ve, Venerable One?!"

He suddenly raised his voice, turned his head to look at Su Zhou's still voice, his eyes full of astonishment: "You are?!"

"Hahahaha, are you scared?"

Then, he heard Su Zhou's wild laughter: "I didn't plan to leave from the beginning, are you surprised?"

"Are you crazy?!" Gu Zechuan was too shocked, and he even forgot to use honorifics to Su Zhou.

And Su Zhou didn't care about this at all. He opened his arms to the dark world in front of him and calmly looked at the sky that had begun to distort on the distant horizon, and the ice-blue light spots that had risen. His cyan-purple eyes seemed to have flames burning: "Does it look like I'm not crazy?"

Relying on a spiritual vision far superior to anyone else, Su Zhou could see that in the distant northwestern sky, among the black cloud formations gathered by many Heavenly Demons, there were not only Qingqiu people, but also many giants with bronze heads and iron foreheads and ox horns and steel bones.

Their eyes were burning with ice-blue flowing fire that was exactly the same as the Heavenly Demons, and their thick arms, either two or four arms, were tightly holding huge iron hammers and axe blades.

——Bingzhu (War Master) battle generals, possessing beast bodies and human words, bronze heads and iron foreheads.

"I knew it, there couldn't only be Qingqiu people among the Heavenly Demons. It must have been born to erode the Bingzhu seal."

Su Zhou sensed the unfamiliar and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations in the distance, and felt the subtle 'taste' in it. He could be sure that all of this was not only related to the former Qingqiu people and the Immortal Gods, but that the key lay in that great existence called the 'Destiny Mover'.

"Hey, Bingzhu."

Thinking of this, his smile became more and more obvious, even lifting the corners of his mouth. Su Zhou said happily, "To be honest, Gu Zechuan, I feel like I'm going to verify another myth."

"Wha, what myth?"

Gu Zechuan couldn't keep up with Su Zhou's thoughts at all at this time, and could only ask subconsciously.

…And why 'again'?

Faced with this rather uninteresting question, the words that didn't help at all, Su Zhou just shrugged: "Oh, maybe I haven't told you yet."

"I'm very likely to be an Yinglong (Responding Dragon) bloodline."

Far away, in the Heavenly Demon army formation.

Sensing the vast spiritual energy fluctuations coming, and knowing that the starship was about to take off, they immediately changed the bombardment direction of the spiritual arrows, and began to lock on the spiritual energy coordinates, and then launched a second wave of precision strikes.

In an instant, streams of ice-blue spiritual arrows shot out from the formation, flashing across the long sky in an instant, and the light of destruction followed closely behind, making a deafening roar.

The surging vortex of clouds in the sky was penetrated, and the flying arrows tore apart the dark clouds and lightning. Like piercing through thin paper, it broke through the wild wind and rain in the sky, drawing a dazzling arc in the dark sky.

Then came the second, third, fourth…

The rain of spiritual arrows of destruction poured down towards where they were, intending to shoot down the starship that had just begun to take off.

But at the same time, a cyan-purple streamer rose rapidly and stood in front of the starship that was still accelerating slowly.

At this moment, on the dark planet shrouded in dark clouds, a bright halo lit up—with the place where the original cyan-purple light spot disappeared as the origin, a round of light wheels like the sun, turning the world into daytime, descended with a scorching corona.

The spiritual arrows that filled the sky broke through the atmosphere, and roared as they shot in, but all of these attacks were swallowed by the suddenly violent light wheel, and there was no sound—soon, with the second batch of spiritual arrows firing together, a pair of huge, smooth, outer skeleton wings as indestructible as if they were forged from steel slowly unfolded from the inside of the light wheel, and then the light wheel collapsed and shattered in a huge shock.

When the sky was filled with light debris falling like rain, a huge, monstrous, and incomparably majestic divine dragon, even several times larger than the entire starship, appeared between the heavens and the earth.

It had a white base and black patterned, thick and solid exoskeleton and scales. The golden crystal in the center of its