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

Five thousand years later.

The live stream has been offline for a long time.

In a cramped rented room, a burly man with the online name "Backland's Most Dazzling Diamond" was still sitting in front of a virtual screen.

That bowl of braised pork trotters rice had long since gone cold.

Soup mixed with tears smeared the edges of the disposable food container.

He glanced down, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly stood up.

In the live stream just now, he was the first person to type "How can I help?"

He was also one of the first people to sign up for the Dragon Soul Project.

But after he finished ordering, he felt a sudden emptiness in his heart.

"Smack."

He put the lunchbox into a garbage bag.

He carried the bag of pork trotter rice that was no longer edible and went downstairs.

The moment the building door opened, the night wind carrying neon lights rushed in.

Before me stood towering skyscrapers that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.

A transparent skyrail runs through the cluster of buildings.

Glass-like roads hang in mid-air, connecting residential blocks on different floors.

Various aircraft moved along the light strip in an orderly fashion.

In the distance, the GG screen was still playing a loop of registration notices for the Dragon Soul Project.

The burly man stood outside the building and looked up.

The black throne from the live stream just now kept flashing through his mind.

The Dragon King sat there for five thousand years.

Our ancestors can't hold on much longer.

He felt a tightness in his chest and threw the trash bag into the smart recycling area on the street corner.

"Whoosh—"

The moment the garbage bag left my hand, a round cleaning drone darted out from the corner of the wall.

It opened its mouth.

"call--"

A powerful suction force erupts instantly.

"Gulp!"

The entire bag of garbage was completely swallowed up, not even a drop of soup spilled on the ground.

The burly man, unfazed, turned and walked into the 414th floor residential area.

There's a small stall around the corner.

The stall was small, and the signboard was old.

The words written on it are: "Family Recipe Glutinous Rice Fried Rice".

The burly man sat down in front of the stall, speaking very loudly.

"Boss, I'd like an order of glutinous rice fried rice!"

"Okay, I'll cook this one for you!"

The boss was a middle-aged man who wore brown-rimmed round glasses.

He was wearing a Taoist robe that looked like pajamas, flip-flops, and was tossing a wok with one hand while frying glutinous rice with a spatula made of copper coins in the other.

While waiting for his food, the burly man glanced into the stall.

Inside, there is a shrine with the inscription "Immortal Lord of All Laws of the Eternal World".

He had never heard of this person and didn't know who this expert was.

Above the altar, there was a dusty gray compass hanging.

He suddenly spoke.

"Boss, I heard your ancestors were Taoist priests?"

The boss didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Who told you that?"

"The whole street knows."

The burly man chuckled.

Have you signed up for the Dragon Soul Project?

"Let's go register together tomorrow, so we can keep each other company."

"Stop making fried rice here, how much money can you make from fried rice?"

"The Dragon Soul Project starts at 30,000 yuan a month, plus ten insurances and ten benefits!"

"For those of you whose ancestors had a special profession, your benefits and compensation will be even higher!"

The boss paused in his tossing of the wok.

Then, he chuckled.

"What should I register for?"

"I'm using all of my family's heirloom glutinous rice for fried rice now!"

The burly man: "..."

The owner ladled the glutinous rice fried rice from the pot into a porcelain bowl and pushed it to the empty table next to him.

That table was empty.

But a pair of chopsticks had already been placed on the table.

The boss gestured to the empty seat.

"Hey, come on, Sister Zeng, let's finish this sticky rice so we can get going!"

The words fell.

The chopsticks trembled slightly.

The burly man's eye twitched.

"Eh?"

He glanced at the empty seats, then at the owner.

"No, boss, aren't you quite skilled at this business?"

The boss rolled his eyes.

"Familiar my ass."

"These wandering ghosts just eat a meal and then leave."

"You're telling me to sign up for the Dragon Soul Project? That's suicide."

The burly man scratched his head.

"By the way, boss, aren't you Taoist priests very good at dealing with zombies?"

"What if some ancient ancestor really did turn into a zombie? Wouldn't your expertise come in very handy then?"

"Oh!"

The boss seemed to have heard some outrageous joke.

"Zombies?"

"My great-grandfather's generation also said that there was such a thing."

"By my grandfather's generation, they hadn't seen them at all."

"By my father's generation, the most they could do was look at feng shui."

"In my generation, we occasionally see a few wandering ghosts, and we just offer them a few words of advice and a bowl of rice."

He pointed to the glutinous rice in the pot.

"See that?"

"The most important use of glutinous rice is for fried rice."

The burly man still tried to struggle.

"But doesn't this prove that our ancestors are not dead?"

"Maybe you really are useful!"

"What's the point!"

The boss slammed the spatula against the edge of the pot.

"How am I supposed to fight zombies of that level?"

"Relying on that broken Five Elements Compass passed down from our ancestors?"

The burly man looked at the compass again.

The bronze plate was rusted and dull, and the five elements pattern in the middle was almost invisible.

It looks like something from a garbage dump!

The boss was frying rice while complaining.

"I haven't seen it turn in all these years!"

"I seriously doubt if we inherited a fake product from our ancestors; the real one is gone!"

As he spoke, he started laughing at himself.

He even exaggeratedly moved closer to the burly man.

"The family tree is written in a very mysterious way."

"It is said that when encountering something extremely yin and evil, the Five Elements Compass rotates on its own, and the Qiankun Plate opens on its own."

He shrugged.

"Wow, the other day, ghostly soldiers passed right in front of my face, and they didn't even turn around!"

The burly man looked at the old antique on the wall and thought about it seriously.

"Forehead."

"Maybe it really is broken?"

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a dull mechanical sound came from the wall.

"Click."

"Click-clack".

The burly man's words caught in his throat.

The spatula in the boss's hand also stopped in mid-air.

The Five Elements Compass, which had been hanging there for who knows how many years, was slowly unfolding before their eyes.

The outer wooden shell slid open in all directions.

The dark bronze disc inside began to slowly rotate.

The five dim runes gradually lit up.

The burly man stretched out his hand and pointed to the wall.

"Boss..."

"It turned around?"

The boss suddenly turned around.

He looked at the spinning compass, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Well."

"It...it's not broken, is it?"

The compass spun faster and faster.

The clanging of the copper plates was dense and continuous, as if something that had been dormant for thousands of years was being forcibly awakened.

The boss's throat bobbed.

"No! It's spinning..."

The next second, he suddenly shuddered.

"Holy crap! It actually spun!!!"

Five thousand years ago.

Under the same starry sky.

In the top-floor conference room of the Leng Group, a group of powerful demon kings also felt a chill at the same time.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Streaks of demonic energy tore through the night.

One after another, powerful demon kings of various shapes appeared beside the Blood Fox.

The meeting room was dimly lit.

The sky curtain has been extinguished.

But those images are still etched into their minds like knives.

The North is revived.

Double pupils open the heavens.

Blood Fox self-destructed and was thrown backwards.

All forty-nine great demon kings of the demon race were wiped out.

Every scene was so overwhelming that they could hardly breathe.

"Blood Fox!!!"

The minotaur was the first to explode.

It exhaled two puffs of white breath from its nostrils and kicked the adjacent guest sofa to pieces.

"What did you say before you called us here?"

"You said you could kill the God of War in Jinling!"

"And the result?!"

It suddenly pointed out the window.

That place was originally where the sky stretched out.

"In that video of those two-legged sheep being herded, I, the old cow, had my horns cut off and bones pulled out!"

It touched the pair of horns on its head, and two puffs of white breath came out of its nostrils.

"you!"

"you!"

It then pointed to all the demons present.

"They're all dead!!"

The faces of all the great demon kings in the room were extremely grim.

An eagle demon flapped its wings, its eyes filled with gloom.

The cat demon crouched by the window, its tail sweeping across the ground, its claws already extended.

The weasel, wearing an ill-fitting suit, irritably tugged at his tie.

It stared at the blood fox.

"Blood Fox".

"Don't you owe us an explanation?"

"Explain?"

Blood Fox slowly turned its head.

Its eyes were bloodshot.

That face, which was originally cold and cunning, now carried a hint of madness after collapse.

"Well."

"Hahaha……"

"How do you expect me to explain this to you?"

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The number of quails is dropping!

Everyone's gone. Did they go to school?

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