I am a living immortal.

Chapter 552 Self

As for the demons, having betrayed humanity before, they now betrayed the innate gods. No matter how much they've been purified over the years, the hatred etched in their genes cannot be altered. If only a few great demons defected, it would activate the memories of the entire tribe.

This was originally designed by the powerful demon clan.

Now, almost all the existing great demons have defected. The Xiantian God originally intended to cultivate the demon race into weapons that only knew how to kill and feed on blood, but he didn't expect that they would have such a trick up their sleeve.

“Very good, very good!”

The innate gods watched all this.

"Then let's fight, let me see the strength of you ants." The figure behind the black curtain finally moved. The world shattered in wailing, and infinite pressure descended upon the world.

And all races are not vegetarians either.

How many of those who survived that war were truly resilient? Ancient bronze weapons crisscrossed the sky, monstrous demonic shadows connected to form a spiraling tower, god-killing weapons, the dragons cried out, the will of the ancients descended at this moment, and the dragon balls of true dragons formed a formation in mid-air, building up the wrath of the sea.

The world has not been this lively since that war.

In such a battle, the guides who kicked off this war not only did not lose their brilliance, but instead grew stronger with each battle. This united willpower was even the first to pierce the dark curtain.

It was a miracle, billions of wills breaking through the barriers of reality. When the first innate god fell to the mortal world amidst wailing, the flames of wrath finally struck back at the god's arrogance.

The veil was broken, and the innate gods were no longer mysterious.

They will be hurt and afraid. When all living beings who know all this understand, the death of gods has begun.

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Over time, the Emperor of Heaven roared with laughter. Though the war within this tributary wasn't over yet, he knew he had won. The balance had already tilted. In terms of ruthlessness, the Innate Gods were completely inferior to the myriad races. They relied solely on their innate strength, and when that strength was erased, they were nothing.

Furthermore, the innate gods and all living beings had misunderstood this war. The victory or defeat of this war was unimportant. The fire had already taken root in the human spirit, and with the Saint Sovereign reaching his apex, these fires had undergone unexpected changes.

In the future time.

No matter how destitute humanity becomes, someone will eventually rise. And such a person will be answered by the Spark, once again igniting war against injustice, both externally and internally. Just as the innate gods, trapped in eternal silence, will eventually return, so too will humanity unearth the Spark in history. A person may no longer be the same person, but their will remains.

Rebirth after the fall.

"Hahaha!" The Emperor of Heaven laughed loudly above time.

"I gladly accept this tributary." Di Jun stared blankly at the chessboard as the Saint King emerged. The Saint King at this moment was different from before.

He walked towards the top.

This is already an unstoppable thing.

Di Jun shook his head and suddenly said, "There aren't enough variables."

He lost this round, but so what? The Saint Monarch was at a stage he was bound to enter, but hadn't yet fully entered. Even time couldn't accelerate this process. As for why he emerged from the tributary, it was because this tributary could no longer fully support the Saint Monarch's status.

This is a false future, after all.

The Saint Monarch refined the false into the true, and breaking through the false into the true was already a miracle. If he remained in the tributary, then this tributary would definitely be stuck because of his existence, and then the entire tributary would collapse.

This tributary is of great use.

The Holy Lord found a way out for the human race, and that is the fire.

As long as humanity isn't completely destroyed, the concept of "eternal prosperity" will persist. It's just like the ebb and flow of the tide, peaking, declining, and then bouncing back. When humanity falls into silence, someone will step forward, bringing hope and leading humanity out of its predicament.

This is somewhat similar to the destiny chosen by humanity, but also somewhat different.

Destiny is meant to lead humanity to glory, but the Spark is different. It is the last guarantee for humanity to rebound from the bottom. It will not lead humanity to glory, but it will pull humanity out of the mire and give us hope.

With the fire, even if this tributary actually becomes a reality, there's no need for a Saint Sovereign to save it. A savior will naturally emerge from the human race. When the Saint Sovereign creates this mechanism.

Humanity has already been engraved.

This is why the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Jun are fighting for the future. Because certain mechanisms in the future will actually become reality, even if the world does not evolve towards this tributary.

After the Saint King jumped out of the tributary, a golden book appeared in his hand. This was a reward from humanity, a product of the smelting of will.

It's a bit like the treasure chest after clearing a level in a game. Items from the tributaries can't be taken beyond time, but this thing can. Kind of interesting. Of course, this is because he created fire, creating a guaranteed mechanism for humanity out of thin air, which is why there's this little reward. He can't create it every time. No, it's not so much that he can't create it every time, but rather that he was lucky that he was able to create it this time.

Didn't you see the resentful expression beneath Di Jun's calm face? Di Jun was definitely not as calm as he appeared. He simply wanted the Sage Lord to stir up trouble for his own benefit. Even if he lost this tributary, it wouldn't matter. After all, while this tributary was unique, Di Jun had an advantage in the future, and the loss of this tributary wouldn't shake him.

However, this person was too much. Just one tributary was about to reach its peak, and just one tributary, yet they had already created a guaranteed bottom line for humanity. Wasn't this just a joke? Di Jun gave the other person a deep look.

At this moment, the Saint Sovereign's body hadn't yet fully reached its apex, but his status had. As a result, the Saint Sovereign wasn't a human body, but a floating mass of a golden mixture of liquid and gas, holding a golden book in his hands.

It seemed that he felt Di Jun's gaze.

The liquid mixture of the Holy Lord made a "yeah" gesture.

Emperor Jun: “…”

Why did he feel that this person's personality was much more eccentric than before? Was it just his imagination?

This was certainly no illusion. The Saint King's own personality was inherently quirky. He was Su Mu's incarnation, so inevitably, he had some of Su Mu's traits. Now, having reached the pinnacle, he had achieved the One, and all the traits brought by his faith, by Su Mu, had been eliminated. Now, only the original character deep within his soul remained, his true self.