Fu Qingjun's expression was strange as he watched.

I'm hiding, and now you're all learning to hide like me?

Isn't there anyone with a bit more courage?

"Although you claim to be players and boldly call yourselves the Undying Calamity Legion, this trio is unexpectedly cautious."

"They boast extravagantly, claiming they're the Undying Legion or keyboard warriors playing games, unafraid of anything. But in reality, these keyboard warriors shrink even online, fearing that those terrifying entities might trace them through the network."

"They possess formidable Calamity strength, yet they dread others discovering their resurrection ability."

But it's understandable.

That's just their inherently cautious nature.

After all, Earthlings in this peaceful era remain peaceful at heart despite encountering many challenges, always thinking about how to craftily develop without exposing themselves, otherwise they wouldn't have created the Little Leiyin Temple.

Qin Hong belongs to the era of war, hence the Great Leiyin Temple. Both have similar abilities but took different paths.

Moreover, with Elson plotting revenge secretly, they must all stay hidden.

This is the best way to rise, but it doesn't suit Fu Qingjun's desires.

"The beginnings of calamity..."

"Putting everything else aside, I still wish for massive wars."

Fu Qingjun narrowed his eyes beyond them,

"My time is already running low. As this god, I indeed need to save the Jiaxia Era... My best method is through massive slaughter, obtaining the rules of life so I can integrate them and escape their pursuit."

"Once pursued over the rules of time, handling it — whether to discard for safety or hide it elsewhere and decide later."

In desperate situations, Fu Qingjun would discard the ancient time ship, losing ninety percent of his power instantly, but with the rules of life, his rise is not impossible.

After all, once life is lost, it's truly gone.

Regarding life force, the Primordial World has too little.

Though the civilization of the Primordial World keeps evolving, with constant death and alternation accumulating life force, it's too slow. Fu Qingjun found that weak beings have nearly no life force, while the strong have an immense concentration.

The high-level beings of the Primordial World, this newly born seventh-tier civilization, have only a few strong ones, and their deaths would be a huge loss.

He won't kill his kind to seize life force; naturally, there are others...

"This civilization has numerous strong beings who can extract life force, enough, at least, for me to break through to the seventh tier."

Fu Qingjun's expression remained calm, "The Divine Demon Night Banquet must become my true rule."

"I need to devise a magnificent war."

Fu Qingjun's gaze turned icy, "However, I'm merely at the sixth tier, to manipulate these seventh tiers into self-destructive conflict so I can consolidate the rules of life... I still need to leverage power."

"I must take risks; this world is balanced. Inheriting legacy also means facing great adversaries."

Fu Qingjun gazed into the distance, "Forget relying on the three masters, they will amuse themselves quietly in the rear. They treasure their lives, and I don't wish them to take risks on the frontline either..."

A gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as he looked towards the sky, "Decisively ruthless, cold and unscrupulous, daring beyond measure, to me, there's only that individual...."

Qin Hong?

Naturally not.

Although Qin Hong is decisive in killing, beneath her cold killing intent, she maintains clarity.

Her killing intent is to protect those behind her; her slaughter has always been meaningful and necessary, not indiscriminate killing.

From a certain perspective, she is a true Killing Buddha, saving through killing.

She's a person worthy of admiration.

The Buddhist sect, the Great Leiyin Temple, rose to today's prominence because of her personal charisma.... In the future, she might rival Jiaxia.

Naturally, she wouldn't appear here; she wouldn't kill the innocent...

What Fu Qingjun desires is a ruthless force that stirs storms and slaughter.

"I feel I've also changed somewhat." Fu Qingjun sighed softly, gazing far away, "..... Liu Luo."

Fu Qingjun's figure flashed.

He once again boarded the ancient time ship, surrounded by shadows and light.

Just like scenes from a movie playing continuously, Fu Qingjun suddenly pressed the pause button.

The sky filled with fog.

Fu Qingjun looked at the familiar scene before him, as someone was about to die.

"I said unless I'm dead, no one will truly die before me." He stretched out his hand, quietly vanishing into the void.

In his hand were two soul orbs, Immortal Ancestor Bailong and Liu Luo.

He incidentally brought Bailong back too.

Crunch.

Once again, he boarded the ancient ship, rushing along the river of time, surprisingly returning. Surrounding him was a vast expanse of white, with wriggling white streams beneath him, encircled by phantasmal planets.

In the distance, a few tall silhouettes on the riverbank grew closer.

"Walking among the Celestial Dao, Fellow Daoist Hour..."

Suddenly, the surroundings faded.

A few tall figures gradually became clear, their gaze condensed into a piercing beam, the whole world slowed like a turtle.

"We fish by the riverbank and finally meet the fish swimming into the river." They stood on the bank, overlooking the ancient ship in the river, their expressions calm.

"Try again, try again..." one smiled.

"Descendants of Vortex Country... master of fate, time to return..."

One person looked coldly, "The new cosmic order is already stable, none of us wish to traverse time, fearing it would confuse fate, yet you constantly shuttle, disrupting destiny, becoming the greatest demon of heaven and earth, deserving death."

These few tall figures, seemed seated on the throne in the Celestial Court, overlooking trillions of souls, their gaze eternally elevated, smiles on their lips.

"This time, the Vortex Country built a wall of time spanning eighty thousand years from now to the past, specifically located at...."

Crunch.

Fu Qingjun awoke suddenly, goosebumps covering his skin, cold sweat pouring.

In the river of time, they're already watching me.

This quickly??

Fu Qingjun knew they would definitely discover him,

but previously they were still far away, now they're already close, coldly watching from the riverbank?

"Sure enough, saving people from the past cannot be easily used." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, but he's now at this point, with no retreat.

Time rules...

He needs to flee.

Time has grown tiresome, he needs to devise a successor, letting them chase the successor instead!

Fu Qingjun spread his arms, releasing Liu Luo's soul.

"Didn't I die?" Liu Luo stared blankly around.

"Welcome to prehistory." Before him was an Angel with white wings, with a gentle expression: "Liu Luo, you wish to change the past, so here's your chance, this is the period of the Great Flood in prehistory."

Liu Luo froze, incredulous, "God, this is..."

"Go forth, strengthen yourself, change everything of the past." Fu Qingjun's expression turned cold, pointing to the Star World in the distance, "Go forth, I shall grant you the rising race, the Buddhist race."

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