"Jiaxia..."

Fu Qingjun looked at Emperor Xia.

Looking at this towering, majestic being, eyes like an eagle, a steadfast figure standing silently before him.

Even he couldn't help but sigh, remembering the year he sat at the desk, the weak ant-like boy holding a corpse in agony, who had now grown to this level.

"Again, on the desk..."

Fu Qingjun gently raised his head and glanced around.

It was a world of war between light and fire.

Four columns, neatly rooted on the Cosmic Membrane, the newly established world of the four-sided desk, already engulfed in raging flames, the land's space collapsing, citizens weeping in the world, countless praying amidst disasters.

Billions upon billions of beings perishing in despair.

And he himself... had become the "heavenly god" and "earthly demon" who acted against Emperor Xia on that desk years ago.

"As if history is repeating, and I have entered the world of that desk, becoming part of it."

At this moment, Fu Qingjun's real body sat in the future's Miao Chun Hall room, looking at the sunflower pot on the desk, gazing out the window, suddenly feeling such sentiment.

"In the distant past, in the era of the mythological great flood..."

Fu Qingjun looked below the windowsill, where Little Trumpet was on the street blowing a horn, also spotting Fu Qingjun upstairs, energetically shouting, "Brother Fu, come down for dinner. Our Shushan Planet has reached this new continent, and Sister Li Mo said she wants to discuss our new business and rise at Miao Chun Hall."

"You go ahead." Fu Qingjun ignored her, reaching out to stroke the texture of the desk.

The once inexperienced boy standing in the Sun Ancient Coffin on the desk, determined to protect his kin, had come this far today.

His fervor and that stubborn youthful look had long been covered by the wear and tear of hundreds of thousands of years, yet in his eyes, it seemed to have only been a few years.

The power of time, perhaps?

He merely sighed, "This time, traversing through the distant past and future, my gains are immense, advancing from weakness to this height in an instant, I have truly entered that threshold... but alas, I still have to return, I cannot linger in this era any longer."

At this moment, he vaguely guessed the truth of this era's great flood.

When he came to his senses and looked back at Jiaxia, Jiaxia was also quietly looking at him.

"This scene seems familiar."

Emperor Xia's expression was calm, looking at the deity before him.

He once again perceived the land of the entire desk world amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looking towards the opening and saying, "Is this destiny? The fate of the great flood."

"This is destiny. This is the universe's history. You have traversed time extensively, you should know that even if you alter history through time, the universe will self-correct the incongruities, forcibly restoring the cause and effect," the deity said softly.

Jiaxia nodded, "There is also a certain déjà vu."

"Today, our battle is also destiny. I seize your rules and authority, and naturally, you must reclaim them." The deity looked at the opponent, his spirit stirred, and spoke plainly:

"Jiaxia, you are very clever, forming a vortex with a trace of rules, rearranging personalities in a perfect way, using personality to govern rules, creating a massive genuine rules sword world... unable to exploit any flaw in it."

"In some sense, this is already a rule, united in defense, with strong resistance, even superior rules cannot easily apply to you."

"But, is this your battle array?"

Fu Qingjun's expression was indifferent, neither joyful nor sad, "If that's the case, you're still not my opponent."

"Try and see."

Jiaxia gripped the Bladeless Ancient Sword, stepping forward.

Jiaxia held the longsword, containing a Saint World, with various ordinary rules, profound and mysterious, swiftly slashing, "Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, myriad phenomena..."

At this moment, he completely perfected the Immortal Ancestor's "Myriad Transformations True Sutra." The Immortal Ancestor used soil as life, splitting into countless avatars. With Emperor Xia's improvement, each personality avatar was an independent saint life, possessing its rules, residing in the Xuanyuan Sword world...

He alone mastered all rule personalities, reaching an unprecedented form of life.

Boom!

War erupted instantly.

Almost no one saw the scene at the center.

"We have a chance now! Emperor Xia, merging ordinary rules, mastering perfect collaboration, can already resist the erosion of conceptual rules." Someone roared, "A lower rank counterattack on superior rules!"

The sky seemed torn apart.

All powerful beings merged into the Xuanyuan Sword, while the living beings on the outside couldn't see the state of the battle.

Bang!

The entire Great Xia Celestial Court tilted instantly, like a desk losing one leg.

The entire cosmic desk outside the heavens began to tilt and collapse, with the endless materials and sands turning into a torrent, flooding into the universe through the missing column's hole.

"The heavens, have fallen!"

The beings on the planets were dumbfounded, looking at the massive opening.

"What a joke!"

"Help!"

"The apocalypse, the great flood has descended!"

Despair, fear, madness, everyone stood frozen, watching the endless lands of sand and stone, crushed like a landslide, rushing towards the boundless galactic systems.

Countless planets were submerged, stars extinguished.

It was as if a colossal giant had poured a bucket of sand onto the earth, scattering countless marbles of planets, swiftly drowned by the sand.

Rumrumble!

Before the vast material flood, each sun was like a red-hot iron ball simmering in water, extinguished after struggling with a bit of flame, turning into black spheres.

Emperor Xia's expression flashed with anger.

"Countless beings perish, this is destiny, I am to destroy those who defy the heavens, the criminals of the Vortex Country once again slaughtering this ancient civilization's ruins, strangling your ambitions of rise."

Fu Qingjun's expression remained indifferent, continually striking with his fists, his figure flickering, "If you want to reverse certain things, you must abandon others, for a civilization to develop its future, a certain era's beings must martyr... No civilization on earth advances without being stained with the blood paved by predecessors."

"As if it was yesterday." Emperor Xia's expression seemed to return to the initial era, "You really took my rules, I vaguely feel something is concealed."

"Heh?" The deity's expression was indifferent.

Boom!

The two fought from the sky to the underground, from the underground to collapse.

No one could see the truth of the war, but they could only closely watch Emperor Xia's direction, anxiously waiting for the outcome.

"Prehistory, this is prehistory..."

"Wait! We can no longer return..."

Tang Meng and the others anxiously watched this scene.

The deity had sent them here, and at this moment there was probably no chance to return to the future.

Meaning, they could only perish in this distant past, buried with Emperor Xia?

Everyone nervously gazed at the sky, knowing this was the final moment.

Bang!

In the next second, Emperor Xia plummeted from the sky, with gushing blood piercing through the cosmos, the ancient sword in his hand vaguely fractured, showing cracks.

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