"I don't know."

Qin Hong thought for a moment and shook his head, "But somehow, it feels inexplicable, like I've seen the scene before... In any case, it feels as if the soul has overlapped, amplifying instantly."

"No way, maybe it's an illusion. Our souls were strong from the start, you must have remembered it wrong," Baiyu explained after pondering.

"Remembered wrong?" Qin Hong couldn't say for sure; perhaps he really had remembered it wrong.

There's a strange sense of déjà vu.

Perhaps, it really was a mistake, Qin Hong thought, shaking his head. The Great Emperor had fallen, and he needed to see him one last time, after all, he was an old acquaintance.

Fu Qingjun, however, was eating beside him as usual.

The overlap of souls in time,

is the collective right possessed by the citizens of the Vortex Country.

If you continue to overlay like this, you'll inevitably become like the Vortex Country of the past, like the masters and yourself; sooner or later, the soul quality will reach the level of Multi-Dimensional Saints.

However, they traveled to the past but didn't remember some memories...

Because maintaining memory through time travel requires immense energy, Fu Qingjun did not possess the ability to allow all the vast creatures on the land to keep their memories during time travel.

"But this ancient ship, I finally understand how to use it; it's very good," Fu Qingjun nodded. It was perfect when complete, one quickens time, one travels to the past, forming a perfect loop.

Of course, there still have to be over a hundred laborers to provide power to pull the ship.

"Ah!"

Bang bang bang!

Beside them, the small trumpet suddenly started blowing the trumpet.

"What are you doing?" Qin Hong asked speechlessly.

"The small trumpet suddenly wanted to blow the trumpet," the small trumpet suddenly said.

Qin Hong squinted his eyes and looked at Baiyu, suddenly saying, "We've always been trying to repair the soul origin of the small trumpet that was damaged, and we've made some progress. In a few hundred years, the small trumpet should recover; why does it seem like she's become even more foolish now?"

"It's indeed quite absurd."

Baiyu felt puzzled, "It feels like the small trumpet's soul is injured again."

"...."

Fu Qingjun paused, suddenly realizing.

He remembered in a few hundred years, the small trumpet's mind had finally become normal, speaking and acting like an intelligent young girl, but now...

Could the future soul have overlapped with the foolish soul of the small trumpet in the present, solidifying the overlap, and causing her to become an incurable fool?

Fu Qingjun's face darkened.

Originally, it could be cured, but now?

"Cough cough, let it be," Fu Qingjun pondered, "Since after her soul repairs, she's still silly, it doesn't seem to make any difference."

Hmm.

Fu Qingjun thought of the main matter, "Reload the save and create a name for this one: 'Apocalypse in the Celestial Court, Mist Descends'"

He silently noted that timeline, considering it the start of formally using the ancient ship's abilities after many trials.

....

On the other side.

Outside of time and space, several beings propelling the ancient time ship were again watching the Great Emperor's fall, heading to Nuwa Mountain.

"Who is Nuwa? It's said in mythology, she has a status equal to God."

"Unsure, this land is quite inexplicable. What is the Divine Demon Night Banquet even..."

They chatted idly as before, identical to how they did years ago.

Suddenly, their minds were shaken fiercely, and they exchanged glances.

"What's happening? Our hidden indigenous fragment souls combined? Did we time travel?"

They preserved their memories,

because Fu Qingjun had paid a certain price to specially allow them to retain their memories. Of course, their own souls were too terrifying, not belonging to Fu Qingjun's race, naturally only able to overlap with the smaller fragment souls of their world's body.

After all, for those "tuggers" laboring to propel the ancient ship forward, knowing the future remains crucial.

"Wait, we should have just witnessed the mist covering, destroying the entire planet, right?" They began discussing around.

"Calm down, let's sort out our thoughts," Emperor Jing said hoarsely.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, filled with uncontainable shock.

Then Emperor Jing spoke, "It's evident that we've used a power similar to Emperor Xia's, returning to the distant past!"

"Indeed!"

"Wait, didn't God say he only had the power to accelerate future time, not to return to past time?" Miduo asked.

Emperor Jing shook his head, "We can't just believe whatever he says. It seems now, not only did he accelerate time, but he also allowed us to additionally travel back to the past."

"This was originally Emperor Xia's ability."

"Therefore, I have reason to suspect, the prehistoric flood event was indeed when God killed Jiaxia, seizing his time-rule abilities, and now God possesses both time powers, becoming a truly invincible terrifying existence."

The crowd's expressions tightened!

This is indeed the case, it's clear that God now possesses two powers. During the prehistoric flood, Emperor Xia indeed died at God's hands.

"This is top secret, don't tell anyone else," Emperor Jing seriously advised the others, "So, let's talk about the current situation first."

"Yeah, yeah, why worry so much?"

Miduo said, "God has dual powers, giving them to us to use, so we have doubled the joy. Now I finally understand Emperor Xia's feeling, it's awesome! If I can't win, I just go back in time, reload and start over, utterly shameless!"

She was completely relaxed.

After all, in her eyes, the opponent's strength was clearly terrifying compared to theirs. This era's God was not the Xia Qing from hundreds of thousands of years ago, who could easily crush them.

Instead of resisting, it was better to lie down and enjoy.

A low male voice beside them spoke, "Exactly! We don't need to care about God's thoughts, if he wants to kill us, it's a matter of an instant. We'll develop ourselves... no wonder Emperor Xia reached that level in merely six hundred years in reality... now, we too are another Emperor Xia."

They were quickly filled with excitement.

However, Emperor Jing said, "But, be careful, we are likely to be the second Emperor Xia because the Great Flood might erupt a second time."

He adjusted the timeline.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago: Emperor Xia repeatedly traveled to the past, saved the world, advanced the era, eventually the Great Flood led to the end of the world, forming a 'Time Loop Empire,' yet Emperor Xia still fell.

Now: We are also starting to travel frequently, isn't this repeating the same mistake, forming a Time Loop Empire, waging wars in the cosmos, isn't this following Emperor Xia's path?

Nobody knows what will happen.

"Whatever happens, let's watch it first," Emperor Jing pondered, "But since the timeline has been reset, let's see how God will act, after all, it's his business... see how he informs the people of what will happen in the future."

Everyone nodded.

...

Fu Qingjun stood in the room within Miao Chun Hall, the layout around him hadn't changed over the years.

This was still the place where Fu Qingjun's corpse was found hanging.

"Everything is as it was..."

Fu Qingjun looked at the desk in the corner and the pot of sunflowers atop it, sunlight still shone through the window onto the desk,

"But at that time, I treated this as a safe stronghold, battling the apocalypse mist on the other side of Earth. Now... I've saved the real Earth, covered this Earth over it, resisting the invasion of outsiders, deducing the future..."

This Earth had to be said to be a standby.

In good times it wasn't involved, but in bad times it was the first to rush to the front line to take hits.

But it's also the task of a parallel Earth.

Fu Qingjun opened the door, descended the stairs, five thousand years had passed, yet the street remained the same.

After all, God's five thousand years in reality are just a few decades, the Grand Shamans originally practiced cultivation, now it's become a longevity town.

The shops beside the street were bustling with activity.

"Who would have thought that in a few decades, this place would face the apocalypse?" Fu Qingjun was silent for a moment, looking at the surrounding pedestrians.

If he did not change everything, everything would still happen as before.

He pondered, the Great Emperor is currently dying of old age, not worth considering, so who should be the protagonist of this era?

He seriously thought, "The future of shamanism is still developing slowly, to rapidly enhance combat power, still needs the technological system, relying on my disciples from back then."

Boom.

A great thunder echoed through the heavens and earth.

Atlantis, the Abyss of the Deep Sea.

World Tree Isaac also heard the news of the Great Emperor's impending demise, feeling immensely emotional.

Although the Great Emperor had a grand scope, the East had always overwhelmed Western civilization without invasion, securing their territory.

Yet such a hero was about to die of old age.

"Alas, I may be a disciple of God, but I'm still too weak. Yudula, Tang Meng, and I, as the third disciple, are still mediocre," he felt very average.

After all, though he's still the leader of Atlantis, even this achievement was nothing compared to the Great Emperor.

He looked at the mages around him, "Let's continue researching magic stone technology, after some time, we'll mourn for the Great Emperor."

But at this moment, a figure appeared.

"Master." Isaac bent over.

"I came to tell you not to dwell on the previous return to the prehistoric Solar Era apocalypse and the failure to change history," Fu Qingjun said, "because the apocalypse of this era's Solar Era is coming, the mist will cover the entire land."

Isaac was stunned.

Are we really so soon?

"This is your future technological creation." Fu Qingjun took out a Vortex Magic Stone and said, "Hope you can withstand the destruction of this planet."

Isaac took the magic stone and looked at the swirling information inside.

Fu Qingjun left without acknowledging Isaac.

What he would do, how the civilization would develop, he only needed to watch.

"To the next future."

Fu Qingjun looked up to the sky.

Those forbidden existences, seeing God inherit Jiaxia's power, even inheriting his words, dared not speak, quickly accelerating time to the next era.

Time fast-forwarded, Earth reached several thousand years later in the blink of an eye.

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