At the highest point of Earth during World War II in the solar system.

A group of people, including Emperor Jing, appeared, looking serene as they watched the scene, "Indeed, time is speeding forward rapidly, and we've only advanced by a few decades in reality, yet here comes an external civilization that senses others who have fully entered the 'sixth-level quantum civilization' and arrives to investigate."

However, it's quite bizarre.

The universe is too vast, even with their ultimate sixth-level civilization power, it's impossible to detect such a distant large-scale reconnaissance from afar.

This is beyond technical reach.

"It's likely that only those who understand the rules can truly sense the universe."

Emperor Jing's expression turned calm, "Indeed, after billions of years in the universe, what happened? The universe is engulfed in flames and ruins everywhere."

Miduo said beside him, "I don't know, just observe, our information is too limited."

...

...

This eyeball morphed into a strange crimson creature.

He began exploring the entire planet, "Low-dimensional life, no matter what's special, first stain them with Divine Blood, make them our war slaves, and then continue to observe the civilization's potential."

He seems to have started researching in a microscopic laboratory.

Time passed swiftly,

Shushan Planet reached fifteen thousand years.

The world grew ever more prosperous, the civilization moving towards unbelievable brilliance.

The civilization had already developed to a level of four-dimensional saints, completely unlocking the key to quantum civilization.

At this time, humans on Earth had already donned the shell of a transcendent civilization, mastering the composition of cosmic quantum force, cloning material structures, manufacturing subspaces, and skillfully creating parallel planets with the same atmospheric concentration, water and soil distribution, and material metals almost identical to Earth.

The sixth-level cosmic civilization had already reached the pinnacle of world's civilization level.

This level of quantum cosmic civilization doesn't colonize or search for life planets from outer heavens to become new homes, but collects local materials, using quantum material entanglement technology, to create a planet identical to their mother planet!

One must say, due to various great leaps in the Jiaxia Era, the civilization at this time directly skipped the interstellar colonization stage of level five civilization and entered the sixth-level final era.

Shushan Planet reached eighteen thousand years.

Among the planets in various subspaces, the Celestial Court began hosting a peach banquet, where the Celestial Court, overseeing the Six Sovereigns of various universes, started inviting guests.

The western Atlantis civilization, countless mages mastering mechanical armor, Western gods also came to the banquet, truly a grand occasion.

"Next, let's welcome Jiang's Great Witch Tribe, Emperor Jiang Hua and Jiang Yang..." Accompanied by the voice, a vast and enormous silhouette slowly stepped out.

Countless celestial gods and ministers knelt down in reverence.

"Emperor Jiang."

"Emperor Jiang."

Jiang Yang was the young chivalrous hero of his era, having met Fu Qingjun many times, and now, he had become a leader, fully leading the Witch tribe's rise.

This figure now had a mature face, no longer carrying the youthful ignorance when visiting Miao Chun Hall. Behind him followed a mature and beautiful woman, the wise little girl Jiang Yu of the past, the fierce one who directly shot her brother in the car.

In the distance, Professor Naxika remained youthful and beautiful, sitting at a banquet, together with World Tree Isaac who commanded Atlantis.

"I am Emperor Jiang Hua, ruling over the witches...." Jiang Yang was about to speak, but the next second, from the distant Celestial Court, a mass of black fog came rolling in.

The fog quickly covered the ground, enveloping the various celestial and immortal beings of the Celestial Court.

Crack.

A powerful fifth realm being suddenly lunged and bit towards an elder beside.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Star Lord Mu hurriedly shouted in shock and anger, but the next second, his eyes turned red as he pounced on others.

Ah!!

The tables and chairs flipped, wine spilled everywhere.

The moment the fog covered, the whole ground was filled with despair and panic.

Countless Immortal Gods completely sank, only a few Multi-Dimensional Saint level beings managed to escape, but they were besieged and suffered heavy injuries.

"Celestial Court upheaval, fog descends, we previously tried saving the prehistoric Solar Era but failed, never thought that our Solar Era too would meet a fog doomsday."

A group of beings shouted in shock and anger.

Shushan Planet reached eighteen thousand and three years.

The earth was covered by fog, the heavens dim and lightless, sixth realm saints began to fall continuously, hard to resist with both fists.

"Corpse disaster!"

Countless mortals screamed on the streets, watching celestial gate knights, immortals, and Saint Kings from the Hidden Holy Land becoming infected, soaring and fleeing, eyes red, killing everywhere.

"Ashamed to face the world."

Ziying and Jiang Yang, two brothers and confidants, fell together.

Various saints perished consecutively.

In Miao Chun Hall, Baiyu, Qin Hong, Li Mo, Little Trumpet, and others, as the former overlords, barely reached the sixth realm of low-dimensional saints but also fell consecutively.

The world was covered in despair, the entire planet plunged into darkness.

Only took three years to reach the doomsday.

"Good fellows..."

Fu Qingjun frowned, holding Little Trumpet's body, "Why does everyone love to use this trick, war fog, infecting people with Divine Blood?"

However, this is the true conventional warfare method.

Fog infects a civilization, absorbs it under one's command, that is the most normal method.

But this time, they were clearly not that naive "Artifact Spirit Maiden," who dared only to bully some ultra-low-level primitive planets, temporarily regaining strength, but here directly establishes a laboratory, studies bloodline restraint, waits for the right moment to blanket the fog, strikes first with a major attack, leaving you powerless to resist.

Fu Qingjun sighed, holding the ancient ship, the sails on it faintly lit up, "Return to the past."

Swoosh.

The whole ancient ship suddenly sank into the river of time, treading the vast white currents, going upstream.

All that surrounded was nothingness, only chaos.

Under the ship was all waves.

In the distance, Fu Qingjun sat on the ship and suddenly saw several fleeting figures in the distance, their gazes heavy and cold, overlooking the distant sky, vaguely facing him.

"Can't see their personas on the time river, but these are other beings who've grasped time rule fragments...." Fu Qingjun frowned; they too navigated on this cosmic time river.

Crack.

Fu Qingjun suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat emerging, seeing nearly forgotten images.

He shivered with goosebumps, "Are those eyes watching me perhaps? Knowing I'm the heir of Vortex Country, trying to find my location in reality?"

However, still far away, the opposite side seems inconspicuous, no immediate danger.

"The Great Emperor goes to Nuwa Mountain, carrying out the final moments."

In the dining hall, Little Trumpet shouted and dragged Fu Qingjun while he was eating, "Brother Fu, Brother Fu, is even the Great Emperor's era going to fall?"

Baiyu beside wore a gloomy expression, not looking well either.

After all, the Great Emperor, such existence shouldn't fall so quickly, but he chose a path like Immortal Ancestor Bailong, using lifespan forcibly to deduce realm, exhausting himself to death.

"Yes, truly a great person." Qin Hong chimed in.

Fu Qingjun checked the time,

Shushan Planet reached five thousand seven hundred years.

"It has really returned to the past..." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "With this, it's back to how I started, continually looping 'August 25th' over and over the same day, and now.... straight into repeating this time period, though not short."

He truly tested it, only then knowing Vortex Country's style and practices, as he now resembled the same.

Every time development, encountering enemies and getting killed, then reload and restart, endlessly looping on 'August 25th', living like the Time Empire in a 'historical blank million years'.

Crack.

Baiyu, Little Trumpet, and others beside him suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

As if something stacked over them, spirit shocked, exchanged glances, "What happened to us?"

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