The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

On the sky.

Ai-Kun reappears.

He looked at the comments and sighed.

"Everyone thinks it's... well, disgusting, right?"

"right!"

"I don't understand why this dog, Tiandao, would choose someone like this for Old Ancestor Yan..."

"Damn it, Old Ancestor Yan has made his money this time, but he's completely lost face!"

"It's not just about saving face; if it were me, I'd feel unclean."

"Host, tell me, why did Heaven choose such extreme tastes for Old Ancestor Yan?"

Aikun sat back down in his chair, fanning himself with a folding fan.

He did not answer immediately.

After the barrage of comments subsided, he tapped the table with the ribs of his fan.

"Hmm, how should I put it?"

"The answer has already been revealed."

"I wonder if Baozi still remembers the last sentence in the system's function explanation earlier."

"[Each time the system upgrades, the host will simultaneously acquire corresponding martial arts cultivation!]"

"Hmm, and then!"

"Let's have a proper chat about what this sentence means, okay?"

"As long as, hey, Old Ancestor Yan keeps conquering these 'beauties'! Let the system level up!"

"Then we can grant him the corresponding martial arts cultivation level."

"For example, the system upgrades to level one."

"Then, our Ancestor Yan will be able to transform from an ordinary person with no talent for cultivation into a martial arts apprentice!"

"Hey!"

"At first glance, it sounds pretty good!"

"Right? This system is disgusting, but it not only gives you resource returns, but it can also improve your cultivation."

"No matter how you look at it, there's nothing wrong with it!"

"but--"

Aikun's smile faded slightly.

"The previous children have already mentioned this."

"Just looking at it makes us feel unclean and disgusted."

"What about Elder Yan?"

"When he entered Jinling Martial Arts School, he had already upgraded his system to level six."

"Hmm, we need ten for level one, twenty for level two... a total of one hundred and fifty!"

The chat was silent for a moment.

One hundred and fifty.

Once this number was revealed, all the jokes took on a different meaning.

Ai Kun continued:

"Back then, when the Holy Master saw Elder Yan having just transferred schools, do you know what his evaluation was?"

He didn't wait for the comments to guess.

The answer was given directly.

"All I see is the thought that I can't lose... nothing else!"

"Can't lose?"

"What can't we lose?"

"There must be some doubts among the children. Logically speaking, our Ancestor Yan has reached level six."

"That's a grandmaster-level figure, right?"

"We all know that those eighteen or nineteen-year-old grandmasters are already incredibly awesome."

"To outsiders, what's with all this talk about Versailles? You can't afford to lose!"

"But only we know how much suffering our ancestor Yan endured to reach this point, how many nights he endured nausea to numb himself."

"Hey, that heavy tank that's ravaging itself up there... hey, it's a 1.5-meter-tall, sweet, soft little girl with twin tails!"

"Only at this level!"

"That was, alas, a memory too painful to recall."

"Old Master Yan's state of mind has actually become distorted."

"Given his record over the years, his reputation is already completely ruined."

"and!"

Ai Kun raised his hand and pointed to the system panel behind him.

"We all know that Patriarch Yan himself didn't have any talent for cultivation; his cultivation level and everything else came from system upgrades!"

"That means he got a huge amount of resources back after using them!"

"He can't use any of it!"

"Without the system, he simply can't improve his cultivation level!"

"In this situation,"

"Right? Even a fool could tell this system has ulterior motives!"

"So, this is what our Holy Master said about Ancestor Yan."

"Besides not being able to lose, they have nothing else in their eyes."

"We can't afford to lose. Old Ancestor Yan doesn't want to be completely defeated by the system, or rather, by the Heavenly Dao behind the system!"

"But, but,"

Ai Kun's expression gradually became serious.

He tapped the table with his folding fan.

"Why is it called the Way of Heaven?"

"Um... I don't know either."

"But anyway, the fact that Old Master Yan was so determined not to lose was something that others had already anticipated."

"Or rather, this is the state He desires!"

"Now that we've got this, you guys probably have a question."

"Why did Heaven go to such great lengths?"

Aikun cleared his throat and looked at the camera.

"My darlings, do you remember, in the God of War arc..."

Is it true that the Ruins of Guixu and Earth share a common origin?

"I remember! I remember!"

"He also said that 'Gui Xu' doesn't appear out of thin air; it's called 'returning'!"

"Yes!"

Aikun nodded.

"Therefore, our initial guess is that the great war that destroyed the Ancient Dragon Kingdom was the complete return of Guixu to Blue Star!"

"Of course, Baozi would definitely have doubts!"

"Eh?"

"With someone possessing the strength of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, why did the Ancient Dragon Kingdom still perish?"

"Are we really going to rely on those kinds of things from the Ruins of Return that appeared earlier?"

These words were spoken.

The direction of the comments immediately changed.

"Indeed!"

"If we look at the previous enemy demonstration, they really are instantly killed the moment they show their face."

"Just kidding, you might not even be back yet. Even the Demon King and Guixu have already passed by with double pupils!"

The rooftop of Wuzhong Building in Jinling.

Ye Long and the other powerful figures who had rushed over due to the misunderstanding finally straightened up.

"Is it time for the main event?"

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"

On the sky.

Aikun gestured to the camera.

"Babies, stop for a moment."

"Let the host explain why the Desolate Emperor would stand by and watch the Ancient Dragon Kingdom perish."

The comments section gradually quieted down.

Ai Kun said:

"For this point!"

"It's inherently uncertain!"

"With the Desolate Heavenly Emperor here, he won't stand by and watch the Ancient Dragon Kingdom perish!"

"Therefore, there are only two reasons."

"Or perhaps he's bogged down on another battlefield!"

"Either he has already died in battle."

These words were spoken.

There was complete silence, both inside and outside the canopy.

The rooftop of Wuzhong Building in Jinling.

On the flying sword.

Xingyao's fingers gripped Ye Chuhao's clothes tightly.

She looked up at Ye Chuhao, her eyes filled with barely suppressed worry.

Ye Chuhao still had that lazy look on his face.

He didn't explain, he just raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

Then he looked up at the sky.

A faint light appeared in the back of his eyes.

This single glance transcends endless space and layers of barriers.

He saw two walls colliding.

One side is multicolored.

The axe-wielding giant stood at the very front.

Three thousand gods and demons lined up as generals.

Dragons, phoenixes, and qilin lead millions of ferocious beasts to reinforce the formation.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors led countless humans forward, thrusting their spears forward.

On the other hand, black and red are intertwined.

It is backed by a plateau.

An eeriness and misfortune surged endlessly.

Ye Chuhao looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Tsk..."

"I've wiped out the plateau, and these guys still aren't dead?"

"Are they trying to kill me before I even transmigrate?"

His smile deepened.

"result……"

"Them? Are they... dressed too early?"

"We've run right into our strongest ancestor?"

"No, I have to hold back..."