"Such a Jianghu?" Baiyu momentarily lost his voice.

The Jianghu is gone.

What a heavy word it is.

However, Brother Fu was indeed working tirelessly in the shadows, with more ambitious ideals:

Since the martial arts Jianghu is gone, then replace it with an immortal Jianghu!

A heroic and mythical era...

Baiyu thought of the records in those ancient tales: the Sword Immortal of Shu, wielding a sword to kill, slaying demons, performing sword flight, wandering the ends of the earth...

How romantic and heartfelt is that?

Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

"Does such a world really exist?" Baiyu asked.

"Who knows?" Fu Qingjun only smiled.

Beside him, Qin Hong smiled knowingly, understanding that it might exist.

Because she personally experienced the Angel Dynasty, she knew that myths were merely an exaggeration, and so-called angels were nothing but winged bird-men.

The Fourth Realm...

It seems that I indeed cannot reach that level.

It turns out that what that newcomer said is true, in reality, there are definitely people who know about the "Wen Dao Civilization," for instance, Professor Naxika might know through archaeology.

For example, the Gang Leader Fu in front of her might know of ancient clans that appeared in the Fourth Realm.

At the dinner table, Qin Hong smiled and said softly, "Perhaps, in ancient times, there really were these histories."

But, for them to appear in this era?

Perhaps, I might become a witness to the revival of myths.

...

On the other side.

The era gradually descended into chaos after the fall of Demon Lord Grace, who once dominated the world.

Liana of the Angel Empire directly broke through the mid Fourth Realm, ushering in a new era of civilization.

Meanwhile, Hongqi, who had been deceived and killed by Grace but survived through "consciousness data upload," was also secretly brewing plans.

In fact, the world thought he was dead.

Only Liana and Grace at the time knew he was still alive in the shadows, even hiding among humans, wearing a snail crown, secretly manipulating a human monarch.

The first year of the Maya Empire's new era.

"The rebuilding of the Angel Dynasty, the celestial realm will parallel the demon realm!"

On this day, Liana broke through to the high Fourth Realm again at terrifying speed, with the awe-inspiring spirit of the gathered masses.

Liana directly informed the Demon Realm, intending to recruit warriors from all over the world to challenge the Demon Realm.

Once, this ancient Great Emperor turned the tide, suppressing countless dark forbidden zones, protecting the common people for endless ages, a life of benevolence, drawing a gathering of people from all over the world to respond.

Many ordinary humans and mechanical tribes who had defected to the Demon Realm turned to the Angel Dynasty instead.

"We should rebuild the Mayan Calendar."

"Using the human calendar, recalibrate the dynastic years, not by the lifespan of creatures, but by calculating the Mayan cyclical calendar in years."

Liana's long-standing pressure mounted.

Compared to the newly appointed brutal and oppressive Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, this universally acknowledged ruler commanded more sincerity.

The third year of the Mayan Calendar.

Emperor Liana issued a challenge letter, challenging the contemporary Demon Lord alone.

The Demon Lord accepted the challenge but was defeated by Liana with just one move.

Thereafter, Liana was besieged by many strong individuals from the Demon Realm, leading to her retreating after coughing blood.

"The Demon Realm's momentum is gone! They can only besiege, losing their dignity!"

"The new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm may indeed have amazing talent, which was why they were chosen, but they have never experienced the era of bloodshed, being crowned by stars, artificially elevating... far from the old generation of heroes!"

"With the fall of Demon Lord Grace, there's no one in the contemporary dynasty."

...

The Maya Dynasty surged forward, directly storming the Tower of Babel and various high towers.

The Demon Realm began a massive retreat, withdrawing back to the underground Demon Realm.

"The Demon Realm, no one is there."

Emperor Liana, witnessing this scene, sighed inwardly.

That young one hadn't undergone trials, compared to these elders who emerged from ages of blood...

Perhaps, after suffering this great loss, enduring humiliation, they might make a comeback?

After all, their talent is indeed exceptional.

Liana refrained from pursuing, knowing the Demon Realm was their base, and attacking further wouldn't be advantageous, she simply said: "From now on, the Divine Realm is reestablished!"

She began restructuring the earth.

"The world will be redivided into the Divine Realm, Demon Realm, and Mortal Realm."

"The Divine Realm, residing in the high towers of the heavens, ruling over the earth's beings."

"The Demon Realm, dwelling in the abyss of the earth, home to countless demons."

"The Mortal Realm... will be the dwelling place of the once Maya Race, the ordinary sevenfold speed beings."

Every breakthrough Grace made before was through the Great Purge Plan, directly slaughtering all beings to propagate her divine blood race anew.

But Liana, she couldn't be so cruel.

After each breakthrough, she could only divide her lineage, allowing those original sevenfold-speed races to live upon the earth, calling it the mortal realm.

Though, their flow of time remained slow, lacking divine blood inheritance, making it difficult to break through the Fourth Realm.

These could only be considered the eliminated races.

Yet Emperor Liana still offered ample hope, "Though this land lacks the Fourth Realm, it can still birth the Primordial God... a new god may emerge in the mortal realm!"

She possessed grand courage and vision.

Each Primordial God signifies a civilization of seekers, and she tolerated the birth of Primordial Gods who could stand alongside her.

"Once a Primordial God attains enlightenment from the mortal realm, they can enter our divine realm to establish their own Daoist sect."

She spoke calmly.

Henceforth, the world began to mature completely.

The Divine Realm and Demon Realm were inhabited by civilizations of seekers, boasting an ultra-fast time flow.

The mortal realm housed mortals, and its time flow was fundamentally inconsistent with that of the divine and demon realms.

"What a pity that Yudula was taken into the Demon Realm." Liana recalled her former close friend and couldn't help but sigh.

...

Demon Realm.

Yudula walked in a garden.

"My first reincarnation has fallen..."

"Indeed, in such an environment, imprisoned by that malicious little wizard, I had no chance to turn the tides." Yudula smiled wryly, "I can only evolve species anew and wait for reincarnation in the next life."

She regarded herself as very unfortunate.

Crushed in reality, her offspring became sustenance for witches to commence their cultivation, and even in another reincarnation, she was transformed into dishes.

But she also felt fortunate.

"Grace, your mind, how could I not discern it?"

Yudula sighed, gazing at the tombstone before her, sitting on a bench with a drink, her expression complex, "I remain in the early Fourth Realm, resolute not to let myself step into mid-realm; time moves slowly upon me."

Grace was too clever.

She knows better than anyone that this First Witch Ancestor must not die of old age.

She appeared to imprison herself, in reality, preventing herself from breaking through, never to walk ahead of civilization to pave the way with life.

"She stepped into it and pressured Liana and Hongqi to enter, making them civilizations of seekers, era after era overlapping madly... Ultimately, when they found the way to the Fifth Realm in such terrorizing speed, it allowed me to safely break through."

How could she not know?

Grace was a proud person.

Extremely cruel, cold-blooded, and complex.

She was even more a ruthless person for the development of civilization, slaughtering everywhere.

Thus she extended her lifespan not for herself but for the civilization, for she was the cornerstone of the entire Mayan civilization....

— Witch Ancestor Yudula.

What a weighty divine appellation.

"The Demon Realm has retreated, and Liana has once more governed the era, returning to a time reminiscent of the initial Martial Arts Emperor period... she ultimately has crossed onto that path as well."

Yudula's expression was complex.

Liana too would become the civilization's hero, a martyr, dying of old age before her...

And not only her.

Even those younger successors, exceptional talents, heroes, would forge ahead, paving the way...

"I created this witch civilization but never expected it to become like this, defeated by descendants, imprisoned by them, they forge ahead by risking their lives..." she thought somewhat self-mockingly.

And she could do nothing.

She could only be imprisoned with her eyes wide open, watching everything, forced to follow the path left behind by that cruel, sharp, and ferocious hegemon emperor.

That Demon Lord who suppressed the world, with a control desire strong to the extreme, even after death still manipulating all of the era's matters as she anticipated.

Truly calculating all beings in life, and the descendants after death.

"Perhaps this is the civilization of seekers, the Fourth Realm... born at dawn and perish at dusk, brilliant as fireworks." Before Grace's tombstone, Yudula raised her head to drink, seemingly witnessing the profoundness and cruelty of civilization.

The civilizations of seekers in the world have always overlapped.

Only the eternal truth of the world remains unchanged, forever there.

"Centuries pass by one after another, feels incredibly bewildering." Before the tombstone, she said softly, "Grace, I feel as though abandoned by the era, everyone roars in vigorous song, yet I stand before the mirror watching the world."

"Is this what you did for me?"

"Your arrogant friendship?" Her mood suddenly became tranquil.

Beside, a low voice from a Fourth Realm black angel: "Your Highness, time is up."

Yudula stood before the tombstone and offered a bouquet of flowers.

Before leaving, she seriously stared at the tombstone, at the statue in front of it:

An exquisitely beautiful, tall woman with black angel wings, holding a book titled "Dark Eternal Night Codex," with a dignified countenance, exuding a heroic lion and tiger spirit, full of hegemon-like qualities.

"I still hate you immensely."

She paused, turned around, and left,

"You are an unforgivable, wicked person."

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