I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

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The Great Wilderness Sect, at the summit of the vast wilderness.

The cold wind howled, whipping up sand and stones everywhere.

The sky was so gloomy it felt like it was about to press down on people's heads.

Jiang He remained shirtless, sitting quietly cross-legged on the huge black rock.

It's been a full century.

From the moment he carved those eighteen totem poles, he never left that spot again.

Time has left its mark on him.

However, the terrifying aura emanating from him, belonging to the Martial Emperor, became increasingly profound and restrained.

It's like a volcano that's been suppressed to the extreme; once it erupts, it can destroy the world.

Shen Tian's consciousness was suspended inside Jiang He's body.

He could feel that the flow of qi and blood in the river had suddenly accelerated slightly.

Followed by.

hum-

Suddenly, a violent ripple spread across the space in front of the river.

A talisman, shimmering with dazzling golden light and formed from the purest divine power, appeared out of thin air.

The talisman carried the unique aura of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Not only that.

Within a few breaths after the appearance of the talisman from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

From the distant depths of the starry sea, eleven terrifyingly powerful consciousnesses traversed endless space and descended upon this vast summit.

Each of these eleven consciousnesses carries a completely different divine essence of law.

Some are as fierce as the blazing sun.

Some are as cold and desolate as ice.

Some are as vast as the starry sky.

These are the divine consciousness projections of eleven other human Martial Emperors!

At the moment of dramatic change in the natural order, they all unanimously focused their divine senses on Jiang He.

Obviously.

The twelve Martial Emperors had all sensed the irreversible catastrophe of that era.

At the same time, they also received a final plea for help from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Shen Tian felt an extreme sense of awe, as if he were witnessing the torrent of history.

At this moment, twelve supreme beings, representing the pinnacle of humanity, gathered together!

Jiang He slowly opened his cloudy eyes, which had been closed for a hundred years.

"Old Jiang."

A voice as resounding as a great bell echoed in the void.

"The spiritual energy is depleted, and the ancestral star is about to die."

"The younger generation panicked and asked us for help."

Jiang He did not crush the talisman, but slowly stood up.

His shriveled body was instantly restored to its original state.

A surge of energy erupted from his body, subtly causing the entire space to tremble.

Jianghe has transformed back into his youthful form.

This is precisely the way rivers cultivate themselves.

When physical cultivation reaches its final stage, there is nothing left to refine.

The final step is to let time polish it.

"The Way of Heaven is dead, and the ancestral star is ruined."

In the void, a phantom carrying a long sword spoke first.

This is Emperor Juntian, the number one sword cultivator of the human race, and the founder of the Sword Court.

His eyes, sharp as swords, were filled with an unyielding solemnity.

"I have been to the edge of the starry sky."

"It's not just our ancestral planet; the surrounding star systems are collapsing."

"That depleted power is like a plague; wherever it passes, all things wither and decay."

"In less than five hundred years, this starry sky will become a true dead zone."

Emperor Juntian's words brought the atmosphere to a freezing point.

Even he, a supreme expert who could cleave stars in two with a single sword strike, found the situation troublesome; it had reached the point of utter irreversibility.

"We old folks are still alive."

Another phantom figure, shrouded in purple flames, sneered; it was the Martial Emperor Yanyang.

"At worst, I can run to the depths of the universe and find a place with spiritual energy to eke out a living."

"But what about their disciples and followers?"

"Not to mention the hundreds of millions of ordinary mortals!"

The powerful beings fell silent.

They can leave, but they cannot abandon the entire human race.

Without a foundation, without hundreds of millions of people.

Even if they survive, they will only be wandering ghosts.

The backbone of humanity is not for running away!

As Jiang He listened to the crowd's words, his youthful face remained completely devoid of emotion.

He simply stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his surrounding force field instantly crushing the falling snowflakes into nothingness.

"The fact that you came to me means that you have already made up your minds."

The sound of the river was calm, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Emperor Wu.

"Just tell me what you want to do."

The group exchanged glances.

Finally, a phantom figure holding a compass, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, took a step forward.

This is Emperor Tian Shu, who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia and the art of weapon crafting.

"Old Jiang, since you speak so frankly, I won't beat around the bush either."

"Staying on our ancestral planet is a sure path to death."

"Our only way to survive is to walk!"

"Migration!"

Emperor Tian Shu's eyes became extremely fanatical, even bordering on madness.

"We can't just take the cultivators; we must take all the humans!"

"I will use all of humanity's last remaining resources!"

"Drain all the top-grade mineral veins and extract every last drop of spiritual energy!"

"The twelve of us joined forces."

"To build an unprecedented ark capable of carrying billions of lives!"

Upon hearing this, a destructive storm seemed to sweep across the heavens and earth.

Crazy!

too crazy!

Uproot the entire human race, stuff them into a magical artifact, and traverse the boundless, unknown dark starry sky!

Since the beginning of time, no one has ever dared to think of such a thing!

Shen Tian's consciousness hovered within Jiang He's body, and as he listened to this incredible plan, a storm of emotions surged within him.

That's it!

So this is the truth behind humanity's ancient expeditions into the stars!

Forced into a corner by the will of Heaven, they had no choice but to fight a desperate gamble!

"The Ark of the World?"

Emperor Juntian frowned.

"Tian Shu, do you know what this means?"

"That's no ordinary magic weapon; it requires unimaginably vast resources."

"Moreover, once the ark takes off and leaves its ancestral planet..."

"Humanity has become a complete wanderer in the universe."

"How could those alien races that are eyeing us so covetously possibly just stand by and watch us leave?"

"This is undoubtedly a sitting duck!"

Emperor Tian Shu gritted his teeth.

"If we don't leave, we're just waiting to die!"

"Let's go! Even if we're surrounded and pursued by the alien race, at least we can fight our way out!"

"Are we going to stay in this dried-up quagmire, watching our descendants grow old and die one after another?"

The emperors fell silent once again.

They all knew that Tian Shu was right.

This is a high-stakes gamble, with the fate of the entire human race at stake.

"Can you make this?"

Jiang He finally spoke.

His gaze was fixed on Emperor Tian Shu, as if trying to see through the other's soul.

Emperor Tian Shu straightened his chest.

Give me three hundred years.

"As long as you all hand over the full secrets of your respective sects."

"Even if it costs me my old life, I'll build it for you!"

Jiang He nodded.

His eyes became incredibly sharp, as if two raging flames were burning within them.