The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

The clearest image in the flashback is of her when she was nineteen.

That year, she had just changed jobs and during an alien invasion, she witnessed her teacher being torn in two by a Saint-level alien.

Before the teacher died, he said, "Red dress, watch over this sky for me."

She watched it her whole life.

Now, it's time to hand it over to someone else.

……

Wu Qiankun's revolving lantern is the shortest.

Because he lives a simple life.

Change jobs, level up, kill enemies, drink, sleep.

There was no deep-seated obsession, nor any lingering attachment.

The only scene that caught his eye was a time when he was young and drinking with his fellow apprentices.

Everyone was still alive then.

Now, they're all gone.

well...

After today, he went to find them.

……

The three people's revolving lanterns came to an end almost simultaneously.

And at the end of all the scenes, there is the same scene.

Zhang Daoxuan stood before their coffins, his face bearing an indescribable expression.

It sounded like apology, yet also like helplessness: "I'm sorry, seniors."

"Ye Nantian... has already left first."

These words made all three of them pause for a moment.

Ye Nantian.

Ye Nantian, the God of War.

That man from their era.

That man was stronger than all of them.

I'm leaving now.

It was probably like this when they left.

He burned out his last drop of essence, leaving his life on the battlefield.

Zhang Daoxuan then said his second sentence: "But Shenxia has new hope."

"A boy named Gu Xu."

Gu Xu.

None of the three people had ever seen this boy before.

But from Zhang Daoxuan's tone, they detected something rarely seen on this old fox's face.

look forward to.

A genuine, heartfelt expectation.

That's enough.

The time these old folks gained by sacrificing their lives must be carried on by someone else.

The revolving lantern display has ended.

……

The moment his consciousness returned to reality, Wang Zhenyue discovered that he only had half a body left.

The shield is still there. The left hand is still there.

But from the waist down, there's nothing left.

The primordial fire surged wildly outward from the cross-section, like a volcano about to erupt.

His vision was starting to darken.

But a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "I really want... another bowl of noodles my mom cooks."

He said this so softly it was almost inaudible.

When he was a child, every time he got a beating and came home, his mother would cook him a bowl of noodles.

Two poached eggs were placed in the noodles, and the soup base had some vinegar and chili added.

He never forgot that smell, even after lying in his coffin for hundreds of years.

Looking back now, I guess I'll never get to eat that in my lifetime.

Never mind... I don't want to think about it anymore.

Wang Zhenyue closed his eyes.

The body's essence begins to gather towards the core in an irreversible manner.

That was a sign of impending self-destruction.

All the energy, the vitality, everything is converging towards one point.

The closer they gather, the tighter they become; the more intense the gathering, the fiercer the conflict.

It's like a collapsing star.

When it collapses to its limit—that's the end...and the last thing he can do for Sherlock!

However, just as Wang Zhenyue's inner essence collapsed to a critical point, and just as Jiang Hongyi and Wu Qiankun were both prepared to perish together with the two dragons.

The entire world looked like a piece of porcelain that had been shattered by a single blow.

A deafening roar erupted, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

And this loud noise will affect you no matter where you are, whether you are awake or asleep, whether you are unemployed or at the Source level.

At the same moment, the same sound entered everyone's consciousness.

The entire planet Earth fell silent in that instant.

All fighting has ceased.

All the noise stopped.

Kross's open dragon mouth froze in mid-air, and Olivia's spreading poisonous domain paused for a moment.

The saints behind the defensive line raised their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The same image was reflected in their pupils.

Something seems to have appeared at the edge of the horizon!

What everyone saw first were tentacles that looked like pillars of heaven.

Then comes the body.

A body so enormous that it overwhelmed the human brain slowly stood up.

The size of that thing could no longer be described as "huge".

It blocked out half the sky.

When its outline was fully revealed, everyone on the ground looking up was left with a blank mind.

Because of... that thing.

Again.

This scene is familiar to everyone in the world.

Because he has appeared, more than once.

The phantom, the projection, the real object—each time clearer, each time more real.

But this time is different.

Every time before, whether it was a phantom or a projection, it gave people the feeling of "being watched through something".

It was like seeing the outline behind a veil.

There are no sheer curtains this time.

It's there.

It is truly suspended in the sky above the East China Sea.

Tentacles drooped down, stirring the seawater below.

Every time a tentacle reached into the sea, it stirred up giant waves thousands of meters high.

Its eyes, which are covered with tentacles and its body, are slowly turning.

It's like looking down on the whole world.

It's like scrutinizing a group of ants.

Without a doubt, this is coming.

In a true and real sense, it has arrived.

……

On the northern battlefield, Cross froze.

His vertical pupils suddenly contracted into slits, and the silver-white dragon's true form uncontrollably took a step back.

It's just one step, but for a source-level entity, this step is enough to illustrate the point.

He was looking at that thing in the sky.

I only glanced at it.

"Boom!"

Then countless voices exploded in his mind.

Whispers, whispers, chants—it was as if tens of thousands of people were speaking into his ear at the same time.

But everyone speaks differently, and everyone uses a language that he cannot understand.

Those voices burrowed into the depths of his consciousness, crawling around in his mental sea like insects.

It almost broke his spirit!

At this moment, Kross's dragon body began to tremble.

It wasn't because of the cold, but because of fear.

That kind of fear that surges up from the very depths of the soul and cannot be suppressed by reason.

Olivia's situation is even worse.

Her poisonous domain collapsed instantly, the dark purple domain scattering and disappearing like a bubble being crushed.

The gray-green dragon's body curled up, its wings instinctively folding in.

He sheltered his head under his wing.

This is the instinctive reaction of dragons when facing their natural enemies.

At the same moment, the two Source-level beings sensed the same thing.

That kind of power, that crushing weight from the level of existence—this wasn't the first time they had felt it.

Because on that day, in the palace of the Dragon King's Court, all of them saw the being who led their entire race to its peak...

That existence is so ancient that it transcends time.

[The Messenger of the Old Gods]