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

As soon as these words fell, all the demigods looked up in shock.

Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

A huge rift appeared amidst the endless black mist.

The red light of the blazing sun and the endless black mist converged and collided at that gap, drawing out dazzling red and black bands of light.

Those bands of light were vast, mysterious, and dreamlike, like the boundary between heaven and hell.

Right in the middle of that intersection, a figure stood there.

He was a handsome young man with a radiant spirit.

The boy stood with his arms crossed, head slightly tilted, looking relaxedly at the group of demigods below him, some wounded, some crippled, and some on the verge of death.

But misfortune lurked around the boy.

The red veil is graceful, and the wedding dress flutters in the breeze.

The magic eye spins, captivating the soul.

Poisonous fog filled the air, and plague raged.

As dusk fades and embers disappear, funeral hymns are sung.

Black wings, obscuring the sky.

Surrounded by this indescribable group, the boy stood there like a king emerging from the abyss.

"It's...it's you!"

"Gu Xu!!!"

The next moment, all the demigods present were deeply shaken and called out the name in their hearts.

The shock in his eyes almost overflowed.

After all, the demigods present were quite familiar with the young man before them.

It could even be said that they are quite familiar with each other.

He is so well-known that his name and his terrifyingly outrageous record are heard around the world almost every now and then.

The strongest professional in the Shenxia Empire, a talent unseen for ten thousand years.

The ultimate heir of the Imperial Supreme Command.

A young military officer who single-handedly suppressed the bizarre secret realm of Sherlock Holmes.

The peerless genius who defeated three saints with low-level skills in the Battle of the East Sea, attracting the Night Watchers of Shenxia to come out of the mountains to protect him.

The Silver Moon Realm defeated geniuses from various countries and became an invincible monster that overwhelmed a generation of prodigies.

Faced with the invasion of alien races and the imminent collapse of the Divine Xia Empire, the General single-handedly killed four demigods, repelled the Origin-level projection, turned the tide, and saved the crumbling empire.

All of these deeds are legendary and resound throughout the world.

So... how could they not recognize this young man in front of them?

How could I not recognize you?

That's why all the demigods present were stunned.

The brain completely stopped functioning, and thought entered a vacuum.

They just stood there with their heads tilted back, mouths agape, and eyes wide open, frozen in place like a group of robots whose power cords had been suddenly unplugged.

No one spoke.

No one moved; they even forgot to breathe.

Because the moment I saw this scene...

Almost simultaneously, the same absurd thought popped into everyone's mind—

Are they already dead?

Is it possible that under the scorching sun, our very essence has shattered, and we are collectively experiencing hallucinations before death?

After all, if it's not a hallucination...

This scene is simply unacceptable.

It's too ridiculous.

It's so outrageous that people's brains automatically refuse to accept it.

You must understand, before coming to vie for the Source of God...

Many of them knew the movements of this commander of the Divine Calamity Army.

That is—he went to deal with the fact that even the entire nation of Sakura could not suppress it.

The only option is the sealed and eerie secret realm—Izumo: Ghost Realm.

And Izumo: The Mysterious Realm has existed in the world ever since.

The entire high-level professional system of the Sakura Kingdom was utterly defeated by it.

As a result, a national-level sealing array had to be used to forcibly suppress it.

That level of eerie mystery is among the most difficult in the world.

Whoever touches it dies, regardless of strength.

And this young man is gone.

And now, he's standing here.

It stands here completely unharmed.

What does this mean?

This means that the Izumo Ghost Realm has been pacified.

The eighteen-year-old boy in front of me, alone, in one night, calmed me down.

"hiss……"

Just thinking about this made the demigods present feel overwhelmed.

But this was still the most shocking thing for them.

What shocked them the most was that this young man had pacified such a difficult secret realm.

They actually made it here.

They appeared at the last moment before their entire army was about to be wiped out.

It appeared in the last second before Wang Cang was about to self-destruct his origin.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he suppressed the blazing storm.

They stopped the skill that the being that even a dozen demigods combined could not withstand was unleashed.

They suppressed the world-destroying power that had brought them to the brink of despair.

At this moment, the impact Gu Xu had on everyone present was beyond what the word "shocking" could describe.

Because it exceeds the boundaries of cognition.

It exceeds the limits of common sense.

This was beyond the comprehension of these demigods who had lived for hundreds of years.

How long did they live? Some lived for a few decades, some for a couple hundred years, and some for three or four hundred years.

How many grand scenes have you witnessed?

How many life-or-death battles have they gone through?

Every person who can reach the level of a demigod is an old monster who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They thought they had seen everything in their lives.

I thought I had a clear enough understanding of the limits of this world.

But today, at this very moment.

They realized they were wrong.

That's completely wrong.

An eighteen-year-old boy has redefined their entire understanding of the word "strong".

For some reason, this scene made all the demigods present feel cold in their limbs and their eyes red.

Were you shocked?

Of course.

But most importantly... I was struck by an indescribable emotion.

The emotions were very complex.

The shock was only superficial.

Beneath the surface lies astonishment.

The shock was followed by disbelief.

Incredibly... there was an almost absurd sense of relief.

Alive.

They might... be alive.

That heart, which had already fallen off a cliff, was forcibly pulled back at this moment.

This feeling is so intense.

The impact was so strong that several demigods present felt a lump in their throats.

Damn, it's really alive.

Tang Yi looked at the sky above him, torn apart by the black mist, and at the figure standing in the very center of the crack in the sky.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

My fingers were trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

After all, it was only a second off.

He was just a second away from watching Wang Cang explode into a cloud of gray-white light particles right in front of him.

That feeling of powerlessness, that despair of knowing you can't stop it yet being unwilling to give up, made his scalp tingle and his spine go cold just thinking about it.

Fortunately, that scene did not occur.

Because Gu Xu came.

Beside Tang Yi, Old Ge clenched his fists tightly, his face also filled with excitement.

He had spent most of his life on the battlefield and believed he had long since become indifferent to the concept of "fate".

But today, he admits... he's scared.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying, it's that I'm afraid of Wang Cang dying.

I'm afraid that old guy with the pipe in his mouth, who said he'd "had enough of living," but actually loved the world more than anyone else, will just be gone.

But now, that "fear" has been forcibly suppressed.