The unstable structure of genes and bloodlines was a common flaw in hybridization.
Whether it was the Dark Angel, who had used an inhumane hybrid witch experiment between a white-feathered angel and a cockroach, or Eudora, who had gone to the Feast of Gods and Demons, who had directly fused with souls … Roland knew the flaws of their bodies.
They were not true species. Their genes were mixed together, so there were bound to be imperfections.
But now, here, there was a more detailed body arrangement and DNA reconstruction, which could improve their own flaws!
"I see. The advancement of civilization level gives civilization a chance to leap forward?" Grace seemed to understand the trip of Amiro, the creator of all life.
Because of our civilization, an exception was made.
That was why a mysterious existence had descended.
"I've seen this place before. Isn't this the Feast of Gods and Demons? It's more detailed here! " Yudura thought. "But it's more detailed here. I can see the code of my soul. There are all kinds of unstable flaws that can be improved and made into a true life!"
This was something the Feast of Gods and Demons did not have.
This was the true origin of creation, right?
The Feast of Gods and Demons was a replica of Amiro's! Perhaps the mysterious nameless god had modeled it after Amiro's place of creation.
Although the Feast of Gods and Demons looked simple, it was already incredible.
"The merchant who built the Feast of Gods and Demons was too mysterious. He had the mark of a god and demon above his head, and he traded everything in the world … His goal in building such a huge organization was terrifying."
She thought, "Maybe that mysterious merchant not only controlled the power of time, but also tried to imitate the original laws of the universe as a mortal, involving the laws of life …"
She seemed to have seen the fog of myths and legends, which hid too many horrors.
At this moment, the two did not speak much. They kept organizing their soul genes, arranging them thoroughly, and constantly changing the unreasonable and incongruous parts to increase the stability of their genes.
With this, they would form a truly stable and powerful species.
They would no longer have all kinds of mutations due to genetic instability like before.
Whoosh —
When they came back to their senses, the entire land returned to silence. Everything was quiet.
The ground was covered in blood and ruins, as if nothing had happened. The ancient god who had appeared in the fog, the god of the universe who controlled all life, had disappeared without a trace.
It was like a dream.
"Where did that existence go?"
Grace, the Lord of the Demon World and the King of Dark Angels, said in surprise.
…
…
Fu Qingjun retracted his hair and planned to go downstairs to eat.
He discovered that the nourishment of his soul had just been replenished, and his body was howling violently again. Every cell in his body was roaring in hunger.
"I still need to double replenish my energy."
Fu Qingjun tidied up the hair that he had collected. It covered a large area on the ground. No matter what kind of great harvest it was, he would go downstairs and eat first.
He connected the phone to the charger, and sure enough, it entered charging mode. The screen lit up slightly. Although he didn't know if the voltage in this era was compatible, he was too lazy to care. He would think about it when the battery broke.
Crash.
As he opened the door, his newly grown hair curled itself into an elaborate style.
When he went downstairs, the street beside him was still the same. Under the dusk, bicycles occasionally passed by, and the peddlers on both sides of the street were chatting.
"Greetings, Gang Leader Fu."
"Greetings, Gang Leader Fu."
They politely greeted him a few times.
Fu Qingjun nodded and walked towards the cafeteria. Suddenly, he glanced at the black car in the distance. The place where it was parked before had already disappeared.
Where did they go?
Fu Qingjun frowned slightly.
But he quickly ignored them. To him, these people weren't important in the first place, and he didn't care too much.
"But for them, it's probably just a magnificent, short, and tragic epic fantasy … Let's go on a tour in my ruined apocalyptic world." Fu Qingjun stepped into the cafeteria. Little Loud Mouth was already sitting on the dining table, waiting for him.
"Let's eat!"
"Let's eat!!"
Little Loud Mouth sat on the chair, holding a pair of chopsticks, knocking on the porcelain bowl, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why didn't Big Brother return it today!"
Beep!
She was so angry that she would occasionally play the golden suona on her waist.
Little Loud Mouth was always the most active one when eating.
"Don't sneak, wait for Big Brother to come." Bai Yu patiently told her.
"Big Brother Fu said that if you're not active when eating, there's something wrong with your brain." Little Loud Mouth snorted.
Entering the cafeteria, Fu Qingjun walked down and sat at the head of the table. He looked at the suona hanging on Little Loud Mouth's waist and thought to himself, Once you're blown in the ear, the destructive power of the suona is truly terrifying.
"Let's eat, bring the account book for today." Fu Qingjun welcomed the dusk outside the cafeteria and did his routine.
…
Cemetery.
This was the closest cemetery garden in the vicinity.
It was already dusk, the sky was a bit gloomy. Only a few people were here to mourn, worship, and offer bouquets.
Jiang Yu and the others were rich and overbearing. In just a few hours, they settled the matter and buried several tombstones.
The blade slashed across, and the tombstones fell to the ground, revealing the words.
"Naxal Witch Knight Order – Tomb of Naasir."
"Naxal Witch Knight Order – Tomb of Morganna."
Li Yi silently carved the tombstones.
At the entrance of the cemetery, Jiang Yang and the others stood quietly in the distance, not moving a muscle.
Jiang Yang and Duke Moreton slowly smoked, puffing out clouds of smoke.
Everyone could understand Li Yi's feelings. This seemingly strong and powerful man was, in fact, incomparably fragile. His family, whom he loved dearly, chose to live and die with him in the end. This made him sober and guilty, and the pain made him unable to breathe.
"Perhaps they could escape, escape from that era, but I brought them to their deaths, for some ridiculous things."
Li Yi sat in front of the tombstone, gulping down wine and gently caressing the tombstone.
That war was already lost, and the earth became a dark forbidden zone, ruled by the Fallen Demon God. Ariana The Great's whereabouts were unknown. Jiang Yang said that he changed history and sent her away, but Jiang Yu said that what they changed was only an illusion, and in the real ancient history, Ariana The Great had already been ambushed and killed.
"A distant dream, let us witness a legend."
Angels, demons, witches, Quetzalcoatlus, dragons …
That strange and dazzling fantasy world.
Li Yi raised his head. The afterglow of dusk fell on his face, making him feel warm. "However, the prehistoric Misty Era was truly a dark period. Even the sky was covered in mist. It was not as clear as here."
Everyone fell silent. Jiang Yang and Duke Moreton, the commander of the Fourth Battle Zone's Knight Brigade, an extremely prestigious man, were all powerless to change anything.
They could only bear witness to the passing of ancient history. A deep sense of loneliness lingered in their hearts. That era and history were all disappearing, being devoured, and … weren't they the same?
The world was gone.
Everything was about to be replaced by a new era.
They couldn't help but think of Liana's final departure, resolutely diving into the fog, shouldering the burden of civilization and disappearing into the distant fog of prehistory.
"Perhaps, that was hope … and we saved the prehistoric era's hope. In truth, we also obtained hope ourselves, enough to change our era," Jiang Yang said seriously. "The Fourth Realm, the space-time wormhole before us, is a prehistoric dream, a gift from the gods of prehistory to us descendants …
"Allowing us to temporarily travel through time and space to understand the true meaning of martial arts …"
Everyone fell silent in front of the tombstone.
In the distance, a withered sunflower was buried in the soil, swaying with the night wind.
"Hey! Does anyone know that we are buried in an ordinary cemetery with the myths of the prehistoric Mayan civilization and some of our old friends? "Jiang Yu could not help but laugh.
Suddenly, the last person sleeping in the black car in the distance slowly woke up.
Professor Nasica stood up and looked at the people in front of the cemetery.
Everyone looked at her.
"I rushed back, and at the cost of my life, I recorded the final historical demise of the Maya civilization." Professor Nasica also had a strange expression, but the next second, her words were earth-shattering, shocking everyone.
They heard her say:
"I saw the ancient Creation Slate, the descent of the ancient True God!"
Everyone in the cemetery was dumbfounded.
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