I am a female swordsman.

When people cease to be human, they become demons. In Asia, Europe, and the Americas, in those impoverished and backward regions unworthy of the "Ark," order is collapsing. As the saying goes, the worst order is better than no order at all. Upon realizing they have been abandoned by civilization, these demons, having lost their humanity, begin to indulge in unrestrained revelry, unhesitatingly unleashing their inner darkness upon their former kin.

Shootings, violence, sex, and many other phenomena that cross the line of human decency are playing out in the world.

Hell is empty, all the devils are here on earth.

Religion, warlords, and illegal organizations—these things fueled the growth of demons. And those countries or organizations that had participated in Project Ark, faced with this scene beyond the high walls, did little more than faithfully record this moment of civilization's collapse.

Because strength is precious!

The available space provided by Project Ark is extremely limited. Even if those who do not save themselves are abandoned, creating enough Void Arks that can navigate the inner world is a very challenging task for any nation or power capable of organizing such an effort, given the immense time and resources available.

Before the day of destruction arrives, when order maintains order and chaos intensifies.

A unique religion quietly emerged.

[The Cult of Death]

Is death the end? The human soul, after death, cannot sustain itself and quickly becomes meaningless quantum fragments. The vast quantum ocean devours countless fragments every single second. For most people, the afterlife is meaningless, empty, and cold.

Is it really?

Death is not frightening; we live towards death. What we fear is losing the right to be human. We wish for the endless cycle of life, like the path of justice, like the sublime faith. We bow to the dead, awaiting us. O you who fear death, revere death and challenge it! Our path dances with death!

'We are both apostles and not apostles, both believers and not believers, both followers and not followers, both traitors and not traitors. We worship only one thing, we bow down to receive grace, we prostrate ourselves to punish traitors!'

Death reigns supreme!

'We have formed a brotherhood and will go to hell together, determined to fight the 7,459,260 evil spirits there!'

A religion that worships death; its followers, regardless of skin color or social status, traverse chaotic regions fearlessly. In this world where order has collapsed and demons roam, these priests vividly depict the afterlife—a world created by those who fear death.

Darkness, despair, and chaos are the perfect breeding ground for the power of Hades.

As a chosen one, the Dark Templar's power easily merged with the will of this world. Perhaps due to past shared experiences, this crumbling cradle entrusted its final authority to Huang Quan.

Please, save the children left in their cradles once again!

Entrusted to...

The weight of this burden lies in the countless lives lost. Or rather, in death, for the ultimate fate of the [Cult of Death] is death. Even with his resolve to die, Huang Quan wasn't certain he could bear the weight of so many deaths. Could he, a fourth-tier life form, accomplish what even a mere fourth-tier being couldn't?

Don't doubt yourself!

Even if it's impossible, we must still try. Let the flame of thought be passed on, so that more people will learn to fear death!

"Today, with faith, I am not afraid of death."

In the midst of constant gun battles in South America, a young, inexperienced priest faced a gun barrel and calmly closed his eyes. Faith could not shield him from bullets, but he had found his final resting place—the shared resting place of those who fear death.

Looking at this martyr of the "Cult of Death," the soldiers' fingers, which were about to pull the trigger, relaxed.

"Hey……"

“Tell us more.”

"The Church of the Dead doesn't sound like those annoying flies."

"Let's talk about it again, even if it's fake."

The Middle East, a region rife with conflict.

"Goddess above, the path we, the forsaken, have chosen today is the path to defend civilization. Even if our blood and flesh decay, with your will protecting us, we are still human, humans called the [Fearful of Death]." A large group of humans, their arms wrapped in black cloth, fervently offered their pure faith to the Kingdom of Faith, chanting the name of the goddess in unison.

Superficial believers, believers, true believers, fanatics.

They all witnessed the afterlife. As followers or priests of the "Cult of Death," their souls would not shatter in the quantum ocean. The merciful goddess absorbed their deaths, and the fearful will become immortal in the bathing light of their mortal enemy, the Sun, at the end of the world.

"Goddess, have mercy! Goddess, have mercy!"

In fact, they all knew that the goddess was also a person, a person with special powers.

But on the eve of this apocalyptic collapse of order, this person with special power chose to step forward and guide them, a group abandoned by civilization, to survive. To the followers of the "Cult of Death," she had become a true goddess, a special symbol, an object of prayer for the fearful of death.

The death throes swept through the chaotic areas like a tidal wave.

Miraculously, they managed to stop the ship from heading into the abyss.

The nations and factions implementing Project Ark have all devoted some of their precious resources to monitoring the movements of the Death Cult. If the Death Cult shows any hostility towards Project Ark, those wielding numerous devastating weapons will not hesitate to eradicate it from its infancy!

During this delicate period, Westcott, the sage and initiator of the Ark, stepped forward.

"They are also human beings, humans who cannot board the Ark. When another difficult path of human civilization is laid out before them, on the eve of the apocalypse, please respect humanity's choice." Westcott conveyed the clear will of the Underworld to the United Government, informing them of the path of civilization chosen by those humans who could not board the Ark.

Space Necromancer.

A life form that, apart from its soul, has no connection whatsoever with humanity. At that time, the only thing that will sustain their humanity is their own conviction!

"Will they still be considered human in the future?" Some questioned, and many found it hard to imagine that if they continued down this path, the undead in space would still be human.

The question was answered by Huang Quan, the goddess of the mortal world who was busy building her divine kingdom.

"Give civilization to time, not time to civilization."

The continuation of civilization is the main theme, but we should not forget that simply continuing civilization will only lead to its decay and decline! Each has its own path to inherit civilization, and only time can verify each other's choices!

Chapter 136 The End and the Beginning

As countless people in the underworld pursued their true selves, the frequency of timeline shifts increased, and the scope of the impact was no longer limited to the worlds she had experienced. Some completely different timelines, or even those that did not have the name "underworld," were also affected.

It can take years or even decades to find one's true self.

It developed into something that lasted for days or even hours!

Often, when the Yellow Springs on a timeline is attacked, it changes again within tens of minutes. Moreover, this speed is constantly accelerating, almost decreasing by orders of magnitude. Within each pr (presumably referring to a specific timeframe), the battle between the true self and the non-true self is unimaginably fierce.

Having fought to this point, conventional methods are no longer sufficient to eradicate the existence of Huang Quan.

She is only one step away from ascending to a higher dimension.

If she takes this step successfully, she will create a miracle. The only variable that transforms again from the convergence point has overcome the theoretically strongest timeline in existence.

Meta-timeline, [Throne]

"Incredible, is this what humans are like?" Zi'an, who had already made his move, looked at Huang Quan, who seemed to be dead and silent, with great surprise. Having seen too many sights in this multiverse, there was nothing that could surprise him anymore, but a long-lost emotion still welled up.

Moreover, it is a vision observed from one's past self.

Just as Zi'an lowered his head in thought, seemingly wanting to do something more, multiple encrypted messages from higher dimensions intertwined, confirming something, and several beings observing this sudden change launched a joint attack. [He] was restricted; even when facing several beings of the same level, such as [Da Qian], [Tai Chu], and [Dao], a significant portion of his computational power was diverted. The strength of a worm wriggling in spacetime was not significantly different from its weakness.

"That's enough, stop now."

A being from a higher dimension, so perfect that it made one feel ashamed of their own existence, said to [the speaker], "There is no point in continuing this battle."

"I'm curious, what were you discussing just now? Do you think that the existence of another equal being from my past self will make me weaker?"

The public information in brackets resonated across the spacetime membrane.

He is powerful and proud, and even the rules of higher dimensions cannot restrain Him. In other words, He is stubborn and indifferent to punishment from the rules, indifferent to being ganged up on, and will confront anyone who disagrees head-on until one side cannot bear the loss. In short, His existence is truly unyielding, so unyielding that He can disregard many things.

"According to the guidelines, the Warzone Guardians are obligated to protect Ascended beings."

This is an answer from the discipline fanatic [Daqian], who always acts according to rules and regulations and has had his share of conflicts with [ ]. To put it more vividly, it's like a class with students who follow the rules and get good grades, and students who don't follow the rules but get good grades; naturally, they don't get along.

Within the bounds of the rules, [Daqian] and [] caused each other no shortage of trouble.

"Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet..."

The weak and ominous message was relayed, and a transmigrated monster with no experience or backing smoothed things over. Otherwise, if [Daqian] and [] continued their argument, there would be no chance for a proper conversation.

The [ ] fell silent, while the other higher-dimensional beings, including the time-traveling monster, couldn't help but chatter as they waited. After all, this was a rare miracle; from the [ ]'s past, a completely new possibility was being born again. Theoretically, this shouldn't have happened, because as the First Cause, occupying the longest and most numerous timelines, it was already an existence that had reached the pinnacle in the multiverse, controlling [Beginning] and [End].

"Can she succeed?"

"I'm not sure, [ ] is too harsh."

"Exactly, that's right. Poor Xiao Huangquan. With so many timelines overlapping, she'll get lost when she finally rushes over."

The timid transmigrator was a little worried. It was a newbie who had just been promoted, and it naturally felt close to a super newbie who was undergoing a transformation.

"Huh? No way, wasn't she anchored to her true self? How could she get lost?"

"Foolish, each line represents the true self that runs through the entire story. With so many true selves, which one will ultimately stand out?"

"So that means Little Yellow Springs will..."

"That's right, it's a failure. This path is a dead end. Didn't you see that [ ] and [Da Qian] are no longer communicating?"

Success or failure?

Either way, it's regrettable; each path, if it's the true self, ultimately leads to a loss of truth. The distinction between primary and secondary paths is unclear, and each path tries to become independent; the outcome is obvious. Under the targeting of [ ], Huang Quan unknowingly walked into a path that could be considered a guaranteed defeat.

This defeat does not mean that Huangquan was defeated by [ ], but rather that he was defeated by this crucial step of dimensional ascension.

To be honest, Huang Quan feels terrible right now.

The infinite true self, the unwavering will that runs through every timeline, converges upon her, and the disorder of memory and existence is gradually deepening. Huang Quan begins to wonder, who exactly is she?

Is it the [Sword Master] Huang Quan, who fought against heaven and earth in the Arad world? Is it the [Dark Emperor] Huang Quan, who made a grand vow in the Divine Melody world? Is it the [Sword Demon] Huang Quan, who acted recklessly in the Ghoul world? Or is it Huang Quan from some unknown world? Huang Quan is the path for the dead to be reborn. They are all dead in some sense, trying to be reborn through Huang Quan.

The underworld is gradually losing its way.

First, she forgot who she was, then some of her experiences; those once unforgettable memories began to fade. In the brief hundred years of her life in the underworld, those imprints she thought she would never forget faded away.

Mado Kureo, Mado Akira, Amon Kotaro, Kaneki Ken, Irimi Kaname...

aunt……

Swordsmanship, the way of the sword, psionic organs, mental power...

In the end, [I]...

In her confusion, Huang Quan arrived at a pristine, white place. At that moment, she was as pure as a newborn infant, looking around in bewilderment. Suddenly, she saw a clean-cut young man who stared intently at the newborn Huang Quan, his gaze as if he were looking at an ignorant junior.

"Huang Quan, your name is Huang Quan."

"Huang Quan, my name is Huang Quan."

The clean-cut young man's voice seemed to possess a magical power, slowly pulling Huang Quan back from a blank slate to her past. She looked at the past timeline with an unusually unfamiliar and detached gaze.

In the face of the erosion of time, everything seems so pale.

"I know who you are." The starting point moved even further forward, and Huang Quan could now see his past self before his transmigration. It was this impeccably clean-cut young man before him; he was the flawless Huang Quan, so perfect that not a single flaw could be found in him.

How could such a perfect existence exist?

That was nothing but a frivolous illusion; He merely separated the imperfect part and capriciously tossed it into time. Watching tragedies and comedies unfold, He ultimately achieved the perfection He had once longed for.