Chapter 1 The Fox Clan

"—The Gu family can leave this planet with us, but they need to transform into their Heavenly Fox form—the Hope's empty space might accommodate two thousand Heavenly Foxes, but not two thousand people."

Qingqiu local time, 7:00 AM.

As the night gradually receded, what illuminated the sky wasn't sunlight, but streaks of lightning blossoming amidst dull rumbles of thunder.

Within the dark天地 (tiandi - heaven and earth) and the sound of rain, Gu Zechuan, clad in dark cyan Dao armor, walked heavily towards the Gu clan's gathering place, rainwater streaming down the armor's seams.

His mind echoed with Su Zhou's voice, the message the young man had received on the Hope not long ago.

"—We really can't do anything for the other Qingqiu people. The Hope is a research vessel. There are too few combat personnel on this ship. We must return to Earth and report to the authorities, 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 gathering the various elders and representatives of the Gu clan at 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 Hope. He had replaced the injured or aged and exhausted elders, becoming the spokesperson for the Gu clan during this long ten-day migration.

—After all, facing billions of Heavenly Demons with the strength of a single spaceship was indeed too much.

So, in the rain, in a rain-sheltered hall formed by the forest barrier, Gu Zechuan, as spokesperson, explained the Hope's suggestion to the gathered elders and representatives in the most serious tone.

Immediately, a cacophony of voices arose. Many people's expressions changed slightly as they began to discuss privately, their faces filled with surprise, disappointment, and sorrow.

—But, what to say...

It always felt a little regrettable.

"It can't be helped… I can understand."

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

"Can we only leave? Only us?"

It was clear that the voices of the Gu clan representatives below the stage held disappointment, understanding, agreement, and sighs, but none contained procrastination.

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 innate to the Qingqiu people who lived in this world filled with crises and sudden disasters. Of course, they knew what the most correct choice was.

After all, when they arrived at the Hope's location and saw the actual size of the spaceship, 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' who did not fight.

Such a spaceship with little armament was indeed helpless against the overwhelming swarm of Heavenly Demons.

"The general situation is like this. I hope you elders and representatives can quickly inform most of our compatriots... Please be sure to notify everyone!"

After reiterating several times, just as Gu Zechuan, feeling somewhat parched, was about to end the free discussion and have all the representatives return to their gathering points to assemble the people and prepare to board the ship, he suddenly heard a sentence spoken by someone he didn't know who.

"Let's just forget it."

At first, when he heard this voice, Gu Zechuan thought it meant 'let's give up'. The Gu clan shouldn't stay in this world any longer. They should leave.

"Let's just forget it."

Then, Liu Wuxin, who had been sent to assist Gu Zechuan in assembling the Gu clan for boarding, also heard this sentence. He thought it was a kind of helpless compromise—since the Earth (Immortal God) side's strength was indeed insufficient, they had to abandon the idea of ​​revenge against the Heavenly Demons.

But soon, they both realized that these two guesses were not the true meaning of the sentence.

Let's just forget it—this simple phrase was now spreading throughout the Gu clan, along with the news of boarding the ship and leaving.

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

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

Those old people full of scars and wrinkles; those who used Dao armor prosthetics, whose legs or hands were disabled; and those who were already loners and didn't interact much with others, they gathered together and came to the front of the forest fortress, waiting silently for something in the darkness, lightning, and rain.

"Why are you all here?"

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

His doubts not only represented himself but also the Hope and the rest of the Gu clan. Everyone was puzzled by their actions.

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

"Let's just 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, the space is limited, right... I feel like it's a waste for an old man like me to go up. It's better to stay."

This was a veteran.

The wrinkles and scars on his face and body were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish them. The essence lost 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. He said with a smile, "I don't need to fight for a spot with the young people."

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

This was a somewhat stuttering man.

His right hand was cut off at the elbow, fitted with a roughly made iron pincer, and his other hand was tightly gripping a hammer, as if he had been doing some heavy hammering and forging work before.

Even though his speech was not very smooth, his tone was still filled with indescribable bitterness. The man gripped the iron hammer in his hand and stammered, "My wife, my daughter, they, they all died here... I can't leave them behind... Without, without me, they'll be lonely, right? I don't dare to leave..."

"Yes, I don't have any relatives either. It doesn't feel like there's any point in leaving."

The person who said this was an armorer. Her tone was indifferent: "It's better to stay and at least be able to do something."

The female cultivator's voice was sharp and cold, even with a hint of meanness, but this coldness and meanness were mostly a shell used to protect herself. And just after the armorer finished speaking, there were other voices quietly muttering their reasons: "He was captured to the Zhenling (Spirit Suppression) Tower... His life flame hasn't been extinguished, he's not dead yet, I must find him..."

"Yes, I still have distant relatives on the You Su clan's side. All my relatives are dead, but they don't know about the Immortal Gods' return yet..."

Heavy rain poured down.

Cold raindrops struck people's bodies and then shattered, the splashing water droplets forming tiny water flowers, dripping from people's hair or sliding along their cheeks or temples.

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

But that one will never dissipated.

—Let's just forget it. We don't want to leave.

So, in this noisy rain.

Gu Zechuan was once again shocked.

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

—We want to stay.

These people calmly explained their deepest thoughts—they were the old, the disabled, the retired armorers, and the 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 lonely people who had long lost their relatives and friends and wandered in the world. They were the escapists whose loved ones had been captured to the Zhenling Tower, fully aware of the tragic outcome.

They were those who even the electronic netherworld could not heal their sorrow, those who had completely lost everything, those who could not even imagine the future, the pitiful and pathetic ones.

And at this moment, these guys were standing in the forest barrier, in front of the Hope spaceship, 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 to lead them.

So the simple people felt guilty, wanting 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 in awe to this Lord.

Not because of anything else, only because he had saved them from danger and killed countless Heavenly Demons—this power, this effort alone, was enough to make them feel awe 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 Demon and stand up to him.

He said in confusion, "You want to stay too?"

"Yes, Lord."

Having made up his mind, Gu Zechuan faced Su Zhou, he also lowered his head, but his tone was clear and firm: "You need us to hide and resist the Heavenly Demons, to preserve the seeds of hope for your return—Lord, our staying is not a meaningless impulse, but a meaningful and necessary action."

"No matter what, we Qingqiu people, we Gu clan, should not just accept the Immortal Gods' help with peace of mind, enjoy safety with peace of mind... We must do something, to represent the Qingqiu people's contribution!"

But your contribution is already enough—

Thinking so in his heart, Su Zhou did not speak. He just stared at the other party, then raised his head and looked around at the crowd that was 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 earnestly to everyone: "But in that case, you should leave immediately now—not driving you away, but advising you."

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

Su Zhou repeated this sentence to everyone several times. Soon, those who decided to stay received a set of simple survival equipment, highly compressed food, and other miscellaneous small things... These were not magical artifacts, but precisely because they did not need to use spiritual power and had no spiritual energy fluctuations, they were more useful when hiding and surviving.

It even included a small manual teaching how to dig holes and excavate mountain shelters. This was a temporary printed summary of skills.

In response, everyone happily praised the name of Su Zhou and even 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 were for surviving alone in the wild.

"Worthy of being 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 Zheng country people."

Although he explained, Su Zhou knew that talking about this with 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 very young, and although your sister has lost her physical body, her soul is also in the netherworld, which is not a true death... You are different from those who have nothing, you have a reason to live, and if you live now, you can have even greater achievements in the future."

Regarding Su Zhou's advice, Gu Zechuan turned his head and looked at Su Zhou. He replied helplessly: "But Lord, it's too much to let those who have already lost everything sacrifice again..."

"What's more, if there isn't a normal person like me to lead them, how could these lonely, old, weak, and disabled people really take action? They simply don't have the strength, so they need me to lead them... Okay, maybe they don't need me. But I think I must stay."

The white-haired fox-eared youth earnestly explained his thoughts. When he got to the end, he was silent for a moment, then smiled brightly: "In short, it's enough for me that you can take the souls in the 'Soul Abyss' away."

"During the time you are away from the Qingqiu Country, I will lead the team to hold on until you return, Lord."

Hearing such a reply, Su Zhou couldn't help but frown.

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

Although he said so, the Wuxiang (Thoughtless) Heart that had been activated could hear the true thoughts and purpose in Gu Zechuan's heart.

—That was the sound of hope.

Hope can kill people.

There is a huge difference between the lightless darkness and the faint dimness.

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 eating—because food was precious and could not be wasted.

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

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

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

Hope had appeared.

Because they knew that in the future, there would be Immortals and Gods from the Central Divine Court to avenge the Qingqiu people, even when facing death now they were more calm.

Because they knew that the Central Divine Court had not given up on Qingqiu, even if they gave up this life, there was no fear in sacrificing their lives.

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 sacrifices now had meaning.

Inside the forest barrier, in the rain shelter, just as everyone had left.

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

He bowed down at Su Zhou's feet and lowered his head deeply.

"Please don't stop my kneeling, Lord. You are a truly respectable Immortal God."

From the beginning, he opened his mouth to stop Su Zhou's intention 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 our etiquette inheritance, so I don't know what 'ritual' I should use to express my heartfelt respect to you without kneeling."

And after that, he stood up again freely.

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

He said seriously: "I will inform all the other Qingqiu shelters of the news that the Immortal Gods have reappeared, let them know that the Qingqiu people have not been abandoned by the Divine Court—just this news alone can ignite the seeds of hope. Those shelters that have long been decadent and depraved will have fighting spirit again, and all Qingqiu people will work together as much as possible to survive this period of time."

"I believe so."

In response, Su Zhou was silent. He just stared deeply at Gu Zechuan, without answering.

Time passed.

Twelve hours later.

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

The tense and busy spaceship engine testing work had been completed, and the auxiliary launch formation had also been prepared—after the psionic energy engine was ignited again, silver-blue psionic energy jets began to pour out from all the vector nozzles of the entire spaceship. In the huge roar of air currents like thunder, the terrifying propulsion force made the entire spaceship slowly float from the surface, adjusting the launch direction later.

Different from teleporting directly into space with the movement formation on Earth and igniting and taking off in the low-density atmosphere on Qingqiu IV, launching a spaceship on a planet with an Earth-like atmosphere and stronger gravity like Qingqiu Star required more preparation.

Fortunately, the Hope had relevant auxiliary formation designs, which could barely fly it up even without various launch racks and electromagnetic orbits.

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

In the radar, the closest Heavenly Demons were coming from the northwest, a large army from the Lianyihai (Linked Wing Sea) direction. Their numbers were overwhelming, and it could be said that heavy troops were pressing down on the border.

Now, almost all of the Gu clan had turned into various colorful Heavenly Foxes. They had already entered the spaceship before—the armorers had taken off their armor, the ordinary people had taken off their clothes. For survival, the Qingqiu people had abandoned all their luggage and the creations of civilization, and even their human forms.

After all, except for books and various classics, there were no other extra spaces on the Hope.

There was nothing shameful about this, because for a race as a whole, survival was the greatest victory—just like those Ice Foxes on Qingqiu IV, who could say that they were humble? As long as they remembered their duties, 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 spaceship, the top of a cliff, overlooking this scene.

Su Zhou stood here, he moved his gaze away from the spaceship, and looked around at the entire world.

The deep green jungle was surrounded by hazy mist, and the dim sky covered all sunlight and starlight.

In this overcast rain and darkness where the sun could not be seen, the endless Heavenly Demon swarm in the distance was rapidly pressing in. Although their shadows could not be seen now, the psionic energy fluctuations that were so large that they shook like mountains could be clearly sensed here.

The world was crumbling, heaven and earth were collapsing, black clouds were pressing down on the city, and thousands of enemies were about to arrive.

Gu Zechuan raised his head, his eyes looking with a hint of gloom in the direction of the Gu clan's original shelter—it was already empty, but it was a place full of his childhood memories.

A kind of happiness full of suffering and shrouded in faint light germinated there... In those years when the Heavenly Demons did not attack, although life was not easy, that time with the light of friends, elders, and his sister could not be said to be unforgettable.

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

Looking at the original direction of the Gu clan's shelter, the Heavenly Fox youth's tone was extremely complicated: "So after I grew up, every time I saw others needing help, I had an uncontrollable urge to lend a hand... The reason I chose to become an armorer and fight the Heavenly Demons was to protect my family... all my family."

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

"Sometimes, you are powerless. There is no way to change anything, so you must learn to give up."

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

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

"...Of course not!"

Hearing this, Gu Zechuan roared in a low voice on the mountain peak. His green eyes were full of unwilling flames.

He looked in the direction where the Heavenly Demons were located, gritting his teeth: "That's why I'm unwilling! Unwilling to leave like this, completely handing over the right of revenge to the Immortal Gods... Since my sister can be safe, I have no more worries!"

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

The evil is approaching in the distance, and the Heavenly Demon army is attacking.

It can be seen that in the distant sky, there is a light blue psionic energy light rising up. It is as swift as lightning and as light as rain—a stream of psionic energy arrows, like a sky full of flying birds, soars from the end of the horizon, then crosses a long track in the sky, and flies towards the distance.

The light of the psionic energy arrows tore through the dark clouds and rain. In the continuous huge roar and the rising huge mushroom cloud, layers of shock waves overlapped and spread out in the mountains. The empty shell of the Gu clan's shelter in the distance was also directly flattened by the same attack, turning into ruins in the mountains.

This was the Heavenly Demons' attack, the condensation of millions of spiritual powers, a power that was almost unstoppable.

Before the sound could come, looking at those still rising psionic energy arrows, Gu Zechuan turned his head and bowed to Su Zhou.

"I should go, Lord, you should go too."

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

—These are all lies.

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

What he was thinking in his heart was that he hoped that one day, the Central Divine Court could send a large army to come here to avenge the Qingqiu people... or to eliminate disasters like the Heavenly Demons.

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

"Mm."

In response, Su Zhou just hummed. Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and said with a rather subtle tone: "Speaking of which, Gu Zechuan, do you know?"

"The Central Divine Court you mentioned is actually a very narrow and crowded place. It is a planet that is a little smaller than Qingqiu Star, with a population of more than 8 billion at most... It should be more than 9 billion now, but that's not important. Anyway, what I mean is, there's not much room for people there."

"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 say this.

And Su Zhou continued to say: "The Beast God Realm is full of spirit beasts and divine beasts. Although it is theoretically possible to immigrate there, they themselves don't think there is enough space to live. Forcibly inserting humans there is simply forcibly creating conflicts between the two sides. And the Tianchi Secret Realm is basically 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 cave heavens and secret realms are either the ancestral land of some sect or a high-risk training place. 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 basically no different from stone balls. Even if a group of Immortal Gods take action, it will take at least ten years to stabilize the environment—oh, Mars in your words is Yinghuo, anyway, they are all very troublesome things."

"I, I'm sorry, Lord, what do you mean..."

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

That leisurely gaze, the blue-purple eyes, carried a hint that the fox-person could not fathom.

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

Reaching out his hand, Su Zhou arbitrarily rubbed the other party's fox ears, he said like this: "The Qingqiu people too."

"So..."

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

"Make a wish to me."

—Arrogance.

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

It was almost like pity, like almsgiving, like crushing all confidence, pride, and even conceit and mixing it into it, then stirring and fermenting it, emitting an overwhelming pressure.

"Speak out your wish, your true wish. Don't be bound by reality, don't be restricted by various conditions, a wish from the heart, a wish from sincerity."

Su Zhou's voice at this time carried an irresistible temptation that made it impossible to lie. He softly, like a God high in the sky, used a gentle voice to cross the clouds and ask his people: "Think it over. Then, tell it to me. Not a word less."

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

That was like empathy, like encountering something unbearable, so he could not ignore it... Because he cared so much, he had to do this, because he had the power, so he could not find a reason not to act.

—Curses and wishes are originally one.

The endless curses and hatred born for the Heavenly Demons were originally an endless source of wishes.

But the Demon Lord who devours evil rejected the future of acting out of 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 too dazzling and perfect face, otherwise, his brain would not be able to think at all.

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

—From the moment of birth, he had to run back and forth in the dark underground, and even the cries of children had to be covered as much as possible to avoid attracting the Heavenly Demons' attention.

When he grew up a little, he encountered a sudden attack, his parents died, and his sister exhausted all her energy to allow him to grow up normally.

Even if he grew up, evil attacks occurred from time to time, and childhood friends either died, were disabled, or disappeared into the darkness, captured to the Zhenling Tower.

Even if he became an armorer who protected everyone, he still had to run around at critical times, desperately supporting himself in despair, with no light in the future.

And now, although he had seen hope, a kind of panic was born in his heart, a vile feeling called 'why am I the only one being saved'.

So, 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 murmured in a low voice: "Why, why, why must we face this situation... Have the Qingqiu people done anything evil? We have clearly done nothing... Why are those evils, the Heavenly Demons, treating us like this?!"

"Those Heavenly Demons in the Zhenling Tower are just beasts! It's good to kill them! But why are they doing this? I don't understand... What is their purpose? What are they going to do? If they really just want to exterminate us, why are they being so slow, not even giving us a quick death?!"

"Even without knowing why we are fighting, we can only passively resist..."

Muttering to himself while gritting his teeth, 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 tranquility was broken, the happy life was ended, and for the sake of a wish that was unknown from whom and whose contents were unknown, all peace was torn apart, and the world 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.

One thousand three hundred years had passed, and even the most sorrowful cries would weaken. Presumably, before long, even this last cry of sorrow would dissipate.

Until a righteous, arrogant, and conceited wayfarer came to this place to listen to the wishes of all beings.

"I, I want..."

The wisher, Gu Zechuan, said like this.

"I want someone who can eliminate these monsters, so that we Qingqiu people can live a peaceful life, can live without living underground, without welcoming rainstorms every day, can live in the sunlight."

"That's it..."

His tone was almost weak at first, with shame and an uncontrollable tremor.

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

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

And Su Zhou did not really listen to Gu Zechuan's words with his ears.

Because the Wuxiang Heart had already heard all of these voices.

—This land, inside and outside the spaceship, in the netherworld, by his side.

The voices of all the Qingqiu people.

"Yes."

The youth with black hair took a step forward, he stepped out of the cliff and stood in mid-air. Su Zhou raised his head to look at the dark clouds, the blue-purple lightning crisscrossing in them, like winding dragons and snakes.

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

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

"End this sacrifice and suffering."

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

"Your wish."

In the distant past, on this land, someone once wished to the Immortals and Gods for prosperity and peace.

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

And their wishes will all be granted.

One because they don't care.

One because they care a lot.

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

"Boom boom boom—"

Accompanied by a roar that surpassed thunder, on the formation not far away, the huge spaceship officially ignited—soon, as the psionic energy flames that burst out from the nozzles at the tail and bottom of the ship were enough to melt the earth into a crater hundreds of meters deep, the entire research ship slowly accelerated under the strong and incredible thrust, taking off.

Then, just like this, 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 had not had time to think about what he had just said, opened his eyes and watched this scene in shock. His green eyes were full of shock and astonishment.

"Lord, Lord?!"

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

"Hahahaha, were you scared?"

Then, he heard Su Zhou's wild laughter: "I never intended to leave in the first place, are you surprised?"

"Are you crazy?!" Gu Zechuan was too shocked, 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, calmly looking at the sky in the distance where the horizon had begun to distort, and the rising blue ice-like light spots. It was as if flames were burning in his blue-purple eyes: "Does it look like there's anything about me that isn't crazy?"

With psionic vision far surpassing anyone else, Su Zhou could see that in the distant northwest end of the sky, in the cloud array formed by the gathering of many Heavenly Demons, there were not only Qingqiu people, but also many giants with bronze heads and iron foreheads, bull horns and steel bones.

Their eyes were burning with the same blue ice-like flames as the Heavenly Demons, or with thick arms, or with four arms, they were tightly holding huge iron hammers and axe blades.

—Bingzhu (Military Master) war generals, both beast-bodied and human-speaking, with bronze heads and iron foreheads.

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

Su Zhou sensed the strange and powerful psionic energy fluctuations in the distance, feeling the subtle 'smell' in them. He could be sure that all of this was not only related to the Qingqiu people and the Immortal Gods of the past, but that the key lay in that great existence called the 'Fate Pusher'.

"Hey, Bingzhu."

Thinking of this, his smile could not help but become more and more obvious, even raising the corners of his mouth. Su Zhou said happily: "To be honest, Gu Zechuan, I feel like I'm going to verify a myth again."

"Wh, what myth?"

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

...And why 'again'?

Faced with this rather boring question, the words that did not contain the slightest bit of praise, Su Zhou just shrugged: "Oh, maybe I haven't told you yet."

"I'm most likely an Yinglong (Responding Dragon) bloodline."

Far away, in the Heavenly Demon army formation.

Sensing the majestic psionic energy fluctuations coming, after knowing that the spaceship was about to take off, they immediately changed the direction of the psionic energy arrow bombardment, began to lock on the psionic energy coordinates, and then launched the second wave of precision strikes.

In an instant, a stream of blue ice-like psionic energy arrows shot out from the formation. It swept across the long sky in an instant, and the stream of light of destruction followed closely behind, emitting a deafening roar.

The rolling vortex of clouds in the sky was penetrated, and the flying arrows tore apart the dark clouds and lightning. It broke through the raging wind and rain like piercing thin paper, drawing a dazzling and dazzling arc in the dark sky.

Then it was the second, the third, the fourth...

The psionic energy arrow rain that destroyed all things poured down towards the direction where everyone was, intending to shoot down the spaceship that had just begun to take off.

But at the same time, a stream of cyan-purple light rose rapidly, blocking in front of the spaceship that was still slowly accelerating.

In this instant, on the dark planet shrouded in dark clouds, an extremely bright halo lit up—with the place where the original cyan-purple light spot disappeared as the origin, a round of light like the sun, turning the world into broad daylight, descended with a scorching corona.

The psionic energy arrows that filled the sky broke through the atmosphere and shot in with a whistling thunder, but all of these attacks were swallowed by the suddenly rising halo, without the slightest sound—soon, with the second batch of psionic energy arrows firing together, a pair of large, smooth wings, as if forged from indestructible steel-like exoskeletal wings slowly unfolded from the inner side of the halo, and then collapsed and shattered the halo in a huge shock.

When the sky full of light debris fell like rain, a huge and ferocious, extremely majestic dragon that was even several times larger than the entire spaceship appeared between heaven and earth.

He had a white