Crack.

Shortly after, the ruins of the Great Flood.

In the place of the Great Xia Celestial Court, several corpses writhed, as if some massive will had fallen, gathering together amidst the rolling flesh, revealing several figures.

"The other party opened a time rift, unlocking a time passage. We took the opportunity to chase through the tear to this prehistoric era. Has the other party already departed?"

Their expressions were solemn, their aura carrying a certain peculiar or sacred quality, constantly reading information from the land.

"Time and space have been disrupted. Time rules continuously operate here, forming a temporal vortex, blurring cause and effect, making it impossible to see the past of this land."

They frowned, barely able to read some information.

Great Xia...

Emperor Xia...

Celestial Court...

A dynasty over 200,000 years...

"The speed of development is incredible. Indeed, yet another Vortex Country continually resets time." A soft laugh came, "He keeps activating time, we're getting closer to him."

"Yes, though he runs swiftly."

"Not far now."

"It's merely laughable rules without combat strength, effective only on ordinary saints, interfering with their past but unable to alter even a trace of our cause and effect."

"A frontal collision would be like ants to us."

"If it weren't for these rules, which hold significant importance in rebuilding the universe..."

"If not for these rules, allowing travel between past and future, locating some lost and unreachable supreme rules... It's said that the Vortex Country back then used the ship of time rules to fish everywhere, slaughtering beings, searching for a supreme rule seed, but it was destroyed before achieving anything..."

A series of indifferent voices echoed.

Time travel seems invincible and miraculous, merely for quick escape... You see, every one present holds rules that appear equally invincible?

The opponent dares not face them directly, having essentially no ability for direct confrontation.

Furthermore, the opponent doesn't dare appear before them.

Because, if the opponent opens a time passage in front of them and escapes to another era... They can also pursue through their opened passage to that era.

Just like Fu Qingjun.

An ostensibly invincible Rule Saint, transformed into a cosmic fish of time, swimming across past and future, traversing the river of time, was also at mercy.

It's just flashy nonsense.

Suddenly, a voice spoke, observing the ruins of this newly collapsed civilization, "Emperor Xia? The heir of that kingdom? Everyone, it seems that midway, the silhouette changed."

"It's always that Emperor Xia, without change." A voice came from nearby.

"Is it?"

He frowned, "Perhaps."

After all, the one always traveling through was Jiaxia, constantly perfecting the Sunflower Dynasty.

Thus, on the river of time, they kept approaching the figure, confirming that the figure was Jiaxia, although Fu Qingjun had retrieved it for use a few times, but returned it to Jiaxia.

They believe Jiaxia found the ancient ship, inheriting the Vortex Country...

Fu Qingjun's momentary appearance was unbeknownst to them.

"It's time to return..."

"Yes, the other party temporarily pried open the time tunnel, captured by us, rapidly arriving at this prehistoric era... But now we're being repelled back."

"However, the other party's aura has been captured. Once the other party travels through time again, tearing the cosmic river's rift, we might identify the position of the opening and follow him..."

"Soon, we'll catch him eventually."

Their figures gradually blurred.

...

...

Crack.

Fu Qingjun went downstairs to the cafeteria for a meal.

"Alas, my ship sail was taken by Jiaxia again." Fu Qingjun said with a relaxed demeanor while sitting at the dining table, "Returned to the modern era, the prehistoric period of the Great Flood is concluded."

"Now, I don't have the power of time travel anymore, I must proceed gradually and return to everyday life."

Fu Qingjun appeared thoughtful,

Should have succeeded in shedding the shell, after all, though he initially made a mistake letting Jiaxia use the ancient ship, it was a stroke of immense luck.

If he had wielded it himself, he'd definitely have been targeted, unable to escape despite shedding the shell.

But it was always Jiaxia using it, leading them to believe it was Jiaxia...

And himself?

Holding the ancient ship, barely used it, poured tears earlier! Such a treasure thrown into the distant past upon acquisition...

Yet now thinking, without touching the ancient ship's cause and effect, escaping becomes easier.

"Blessing in disguise."

Fu Qingjun sat eating, while nearby chatter continued,

"If targeted, life would certainly be a miserable escape, unable to have daily meals on this land, work at Miao Chun Hall, and be an ordinary sect leader."

Nearby, Li Mo continued talking, "Next-door Minya Magic Territory is quite interested in our pocket watches. We've risen from the Earth Shu Mountain Range civilization, developing relatively well..."

"Yes, recently the Gray Light Goddess Amia has already come to our civilization for baptism."

Several others were speaking nearby,

This Earth in the Second World War era was just brought into the era of this cosmic seven-level civilization continent.

Still developing and rising, relatively weak in this era.

"And this vast cosmic land harbors some truly terrifying overlords, likely having reached hundreds of billions of years prehistorically."

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Those monsters should not be able to catch Jiaxia, returned to this cosmic land again?"

Fu Qingjun squinted.

Cosmic Celestial Venerable?

Fu Qingjun recently gained some insights.

Masters existing with supreme cosmic rules of the newly created universe, hijackers of the most powerful universe, various civilizations have their own names, and Shu Mountain civilization naturally called them Celestial Venerable.

So, Fu Qingjun wasn't mistaken...

"Yet again turning into a weakling, how nostalgic it is for that terrifying power before, thousands of times stronger than now." Fu Qingjun sighed.

He cultivated a fraction of life rules, now truly forming the "Divine Demon Night Banquet," meaning the power primarily relies on the servant beings.

The more and stronger his servants, the stronger he becomes.

During Jiaxia's era, the servants were too many, too terrifying, leading him to be "blessed" to an unimaginable terrifying realm, sweeping through the world.

"Pity to return to this era without a strong Servant Kingdom, he's weak again." Fu Qingjun massaged his temples, "After all, this era's strongest, all belong to Ziying's group, just ascended, the Servant Kingdom is still very weak."

Experiencing such powerful force, now feeling as if "dispersed power," instantaneously becoming super weak.

Even unable to defeat the weakest seventh-level saint.

Because, seemingly strong life rules depend on servant empowerment, without servants, he's the weakest in combat.

"But I've already mastered life rules again, can formally initiate my Divine Demon Night Banquet, creating my Servant Kingdom in this cosmic land, simulating the world's sandbox."

Fu Qingjun slightly smiled.

Shed the shell, gained freedom, became independent, at least not hunted, Jiaxia drawing attention, successfully hiding in the shadows, independently developing.

"Life?" Sitting at the dining table, his expression calm, "Finally don't need to deal with the incomplete Divine Demon Night Banquet, can establish a genuine life origin, even simulate the cosmic life's origin."

As life's power is more than merely the life of all things but also the origin power.

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