Starting from Under One Person, sowing seeds across countless worlds

Ma Xiaoling exclaimed dramatically.

The Spring and Autumn Period of the Xia Dynasty was a history of constant warfare, with people dying almost every moment.

Bai Qi was the most terrifying butcher of the Spring and Autumn Period. The number of people he killed in the wars he waged accounted for half of the entire population of the Spring and Autumn Period.

In Ma Xiaoling's view, if such a person were to transform into a ghost, their murderous aura alone would be enough to shake up the underworld.

I never imagined I'd die here.

If Ma Xiaoling was surprised, then Iskandar was disappointed; the aura he once possessed, which had been driven by a desire to conquer everything, had completely vanished.

What he always longed for was that he hadn't conquered Daxia while he was still alive.

Iskandar never doubted that he would fail.

A true king must possess unwavering courage and an unyielding belief in victory!

Even when he was launching the war, although he encountered setbacks along the way, he always ended up winning.

but--

I couldn't even withstand the final attack from this Qin general after his death. What if I had come to Xia back then?

Iskandar shuddered; the outcome would likely be quite hopeless.

"He's just moderately famous. The one before him is called... Xiang Yu, I heard he called himself the Hegemon-King of Western Chu."

Ma Xiaoling.

Before Ma Xiaoling could say anything, the name seemed to have stirred something within her.

"Though I am dead, I am still the Hegemon-King of Western Chu!"

The figure holding a long spear in the middle of the mountain path laughed loudly. The next moment, Red Hare beneath him suddenly charged towards the mountain path, carrying an indomitable spirit and a death wish.

At this moment, even some heroic spirits frowned and subconsciously began to have thoughts of retreating.

Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter?

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu?

Even though they had all marveled at the existence of these two, how could they all be dead here now?

Although they wanted to retreat, their pride as heroic spirits prevented them from doing so!

With so many heroic spirits watching, it would be so embarrassing to retreat now!

"The next kid ahead is quite young. I think his name is Huo Qubing. He was unlucky. When he was 23, the Immortal Island was about to reconnect with the real world, so he was sent here."

That kid was tough; he pushed himself forward dozens of meters. We were pretty good friends back then.

The old man lowered his eyebrows slightly, vaguely recalling the figure of that boy.

'Haha, life should be lived to the fullest, so here I am!'

"Whether the Han Dynasty has me or not makes no difference; I'm already dead outside anyway. There's nothing in this world that I can't resolve. Old Wu, shall we push this mountain down?"

"As the Marquis of Champion of the Han Dynasty, I have an obligation to guard this place for the Han Dynasty. Not even a fly should be allowed to escape!"

"Champion Marquis!"

One of the heroic spirits muttered to himself, then got up and fled into the distance without looking back.

This seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with the other heroic spirits also retreating frantically.

Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter?

The Hegemon-King of Western Chu plus the Marquis of Champion?

They were all prominent figures in history, and some were even extraordinary individuals. Only extraordinary individuals could have the confidence to dominate the world.

But at this moment, they are nothing more than one among thousands of corpses.

It's not even the history I know.

They faked their deaths and then flocked here one by one, even though no one knew what they wanted to do.

But the matters involved here are absolutely beyond our control, even though we have now become heroic spirits.

In just a moment, the scene that originally had more than a dozen heroic spirits was now reduced to only Su Mo and his group, Gilgamesh, and the King of Conquerors.

The Conqueror King seemed to be a bit withdrawn now, and Su Mo just glanced at him and then ignored him.

"So, what exactly are you blocking?"

Su Mo wanted to know what had happened here.

"Void!" Wu Cang's old face was filled with intense killing intent.

"nothingness?"

Su Mo was taken aback. He had never heard of this name before, so what exactly was this nothingness?

"Hahaha, Wu Geng, you good-for-nothing who has even forgotten your own name, you're trying to persuade them to go back again."

"But now that I, the immortal, have arrived, the rest of them won't be able to leave!"

As he spoke, a young man's voice carried a hint of arrogance.

"I am the Supreme God Samantabhadra, it is truly your misfortune to have encountered me~" As soon as he finished speaking, a young man with purple hair and wearing a light purple robe slowly walked out.

Su Mo frowned as he looked at the newcomer.

When you ask someone a question you want to know, you're suddenly interrupted?

Su Mo is very irritable right now!

Chapter 117 Uruk Axe King Arrives

There are always a few things in life that we need to care about.

For example, in Maoshan, the first fantasy world, there are junior brothers, masters, and junior sisters, who are the ones I care about.

So even though his master didn't really care about the incident or it was intentional on his part, he still went to kill the warlord when his master was injured.

His junior brother Zheng Zibu did not die back then, but he still killed Wang Ai and Lü Ci.

At that time, I was a human being.

In the second fantasy world, I was actually somewhat different.

In his current state as the Third Young Master of Aolai, his emotions have become so detached that perhaps he can no longer be called human, but rather divine overpowering human nature.

The gods take a detached view of humankind, neither elated by gain nor saddened by loss.

Having no other desires than to achieve their own goals, they are free from desires after 'coming back to life'. Even if they were to recreate all the creatures in the circle, they would probably only find that they had no acquaintances in that world at the time, and that feeling of being isolated from the world is not a good thing.

Even after everyone on the entire island went out to help him find the reason why the spiritual energy was so thin, they were still excited to tell him the news, despite the heavy casualties.

Su Mo admitted that he was indeed touched at the time.

So I acted impulsively back then.

Perhaps only then will I feel more like a person.

The impact was even deeper once we returned to reality.

The person who called himself Samantabhadra God was very different from the conventional concept of immortals in our understanding. He had purple hair and although he was serene, he carried an eerie aura.

"Demon?"

Su Mo spoke, and judging from his aura alone, he had already entered the Great Demon realm.

"Lian, what brings you here?"

Wu, or rather Wu Geng, had a serious expression, clearly indicating that the two knew each other and their relationship was not very good.

Indeed, that is the case. Lian is one of the immortals on this fairy island. If the greatest enemy of the entire island is nothingness, then the 'immortal' is one of the claws of nothingness.

Su Mo glanced at Wu Geng.

I've seen this little devil before; he's the child of Emperor Xin and his wife, Xin Yuehu. He's half-human and half-god, and I never expected him to still be alive after all these years.

"The once-in-sixty-years carnival is about to begin, so of course I'm here to collect the pills!"

Lian said with a grin.

The event, which happens once every sixty years, is a carnival for outsiders, but for 'immortals' like themselves on this fairy island, it is also a carnival!

Just like a gardener planting and pruning flowers and plants in a garden, the time to harvest is when the flowers and plants bloom.

"Aren't you afraid that person will come back and settle scores with you?"

Wu Geng's voice was filled with suppressed anger, especially when he heard the name Dan.

Lian, who had been all smiles, suddenly froze. Her usually manic face now showed a hint of fear, clearly indicating that the "that person" Wu Geng mentioned had caused her great psychological trauma.

"Bang~"

"How dare a mere scoundrel be arrogant in front of me!"

The next moment, accompanied by Gilgamesh's displeased voice, a Noble Phantasm instantly pierced through 'Lotus's' forehead. Lotus's eyes were still wide open, as if she hadn't expected to be completely killed in the time it took to be in a daze.

"waste!"

Gilgamesh showed little interest.

I thought he was some big shot. How dare this kind of person come out and make a fuss?

Gilgamesh looked up into the depths of the sacred mountain with great interest, where there was a familiar yet immense aura.

It does resemble the sludge in the Fuyuki Holy Grail.

"Ok?"

But the next moment, Gilgamesh's expression hardened as he looked at the sage who had been 'killed' earlier, who had recovered and whose body instantly rushed towards him with lightning speed.

Gilgamesh remained completely unfazed.

If we could really solve this fairy island in one go, there would be no point in doing anything. Besides, when we faced those 'Taoists' before, we had to kill them many times before we could finally defeat them.

It's not some kind of immortal skill or a rapid recovery ability.

If these are the abilities, then one's own treasure trove contains numerous magical artifacts capable of annihilating the opponent; they are not immortal but can be resurrected indefinitely.

Gilgamesh stood still.