Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

Of course, he wouldn't keep this wisdom to himself.

Like all the previous Akakage, he also recorded all his understanding and knowledge. His left arm, made of flames, scorched the snow mountain, and his free right hand was just right to write something—the detours he had taken, his understanding of power, his understanding of God, and even his knowledge of wisdom, were all written on birch bark.

"I hope that after I die, the Ignivas will continue to use this wisdom... But can I really die now?"

With all the resources provided by the Ignivas, it seems that it won't be so easy for him to die a natural death like the previous Crimson Shadows.

In other words, as long as the Ignivas are still around, he can continue indefinitely and do anything.

"This is the path to godhood."

After writing the final stroke, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage handed the birch bark document to his bodyguard.

This document will be copied again and again until it is distributed to every Ignivas person. In the eyes of the 36th Akakage, this is what he, as Akakage, should do.

After that, he continued to focus on dealing with the difficulties he had to face.

Yes, even if one possesses power comparable to that of a god, it doesn't mean that everything will go his way. For example, while he was writing down that knowledge, there was constant lightning and thunder in the sky—and at the moment the book was completed, a torrential downpour even began.

It's like trying to extinguish the flames burning the mountain.

"How could that be... It's just such a trivial matter!"

If it were before, he probably would have felt that the torrential rain falling from the sky was an insurmountable hardship, but now, he has great confidence in his own flame, in the flame of the Ignivas, in his own beliefs, and in the wisdom that comes from the serpent god.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, water can definitely extinguish a fire.

but……

What he's about to do is anything but normal.

"For a world with saber-toothed tigers and mammoths!"

Faced with the torrential rain pouring down from the sky, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage even intensified his firepower.

The demons west of the Great Snow Mountain, the Golden-Winged Roc, the Hennu, the God of the Sacred Bull... none of them mattered to him at this moment.

Because at this moment, he was fighting against the very fabric of this world.

“That’s it… That’s it!”

As the firepower surged, the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage's gaze grew increasingly resolute.

"This is exactly what I want!"

At that moment, flames roared into the sky.

The earth was completely illuminated by flames, which were the thirty-six generations of Crimson Shadows, or rather, all the Ignivas people giving their all.

Above, a large amount of water vapor condensed into boundless dark clouds, which, amidst lightning and thunder, truly blotted out the sun.

The sky darkened, but the earth brightened.

The sky became the earth.

The earth seemed to be the sky.

Such a huge change could not have gone unnoticed by anyone.

Under the torrential rain, the area west of the Great Snow Mountain had been completely turned into a vast ocean. The Hennu people with bull heads cried out in terror, and even the so-called demons had to fly to higher ground to avoid the raging flood.

As for the eastern side of the Great Snow Mountain...

the same alsp.

"Why hasn't the rain stopped yet?"

Du Yi, deep in the mountains, raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky that was still filled with lightning and thunder.

He knew about the massive projects those savages were undertaking, and he even found it quite interesting to watch the snow-capped mountains being scorched by flames.

But the rain continued to fall, and the downpour became heavier and heavier.

Du Yicai realized that the side effects of this massive project were not so simple.

Chapter 117 The Chaos of Heaven and Earth is Like a Chicken Egg

Using his nimble snake body, Du Yi roamed through the flood.

The snake's body seemed to be surprisingly adapted to water. If it had hands and feet, it would probably have been swept away by now. But this giant snake, without hands or feet, swam in the water as if it were flat ground. Of course, this might also be because its current size is so large that even the so-called flood did not actually submerge its body.

In other words, this is actually like walking on flat ground; at most, it's like rolling around in the mud, far from being something he needs to worry about.

However, for beings other than himself...

This was a true great flood.

At first, both the Ignivas people east of the Great Snow Mountain and the Hennu people west of the Great Snow Mountain thought it was just a heavy rain—if it was rain, it would eventually stop, just like the heavy rains before, which would probably stop after a while.

But this time, the heavy rain didn't stop.

One day passed, two days passed, three days passed, five days passed... The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping, and the sky became even more gloomy.

Now, even the sunlight has been completely obscured by dark clouds, and day and night have become blurred. The only light between heaven and earth, apart from the occasional flashes of lightning and thunder, is the distant burning mountain.

The flames engulfed the entire mountain, even melting the rocks.

The towering flames seemed as if a second sun had risen above the earth.

To the west of the Great Snow Mountain, destruction came so swiftly that before the bull-headed Hennu people even realized it, a great flood rushing down the mountainside had already destroyed everything on the ground with unstoppable force.

In just one sweep, more than 90% of the Hennu people died directly in the water.

The remaining Hennu people had no choice but to retreat to the temples built on the high mountains to escape the danger.

However, the floodwaters continued to spread, continuing to spread without end.

This led the several aged minotaur elders to seek out the monk among monks once again.

"Can the Hennu really survive this catastrophe?"

They want to hear a solution.

But when they rushed into the cave of the monk among monks, they saw a scene they should never have seen.

It is true that the monk among monks, Magala, is practicing asceticism, but the one whipping Magala is a divine servant who should never have been here.

The pupils of that monk among monks dilated and even began to unfocus in shock.

"you……"

The elderly minotaurs never imagined that the monk among monks, who had received the wisdom of the sacred bull god, would simply pass away like this.

Even if they were to pass away in bliss, it would undoubtedly be a great joy for the Hennu people.

but.

After his death, a great flood occurred.

The raging flood swept away everything in sight, submerging everything in the water. The God of the Sacred Bull could not save them, nor could the demons, and they could not even save themselves.

"Or...we should go find those Ignivas."

In the end, it was a few elders who made the decision.

It's time to give in to those Ignivas. In fact, it wouldn't matter if we were to become slaves to them—as long as we can survive and our race can continue.

It would be a lie to say they don't regret things now that they've come to this point. If they had known these Ignivas people possessed such extraordinary abilities, they would never have provoked them.

But now, even if they wanted to back down, it was too late.

On the one hand, it was because there were raging floods everywhere, and even the tunnel had been submerged, so their messengers could not possibly cross the burning mountains to reach the land of the Ignivas.

On the other hand, it's also because those Ignivas are suffering the same fate as them.

Although the floodwaters came a little later for the Ignivas compared to the minotaurs, the torrential rain that fell from the sky covered everyone indiscriminately. By the time the Ignivas realized something was wrong, it was too late. The dark clouds in the sky had completely blocked out the sun, and the floodwaters were already raging.

Dead.

This thought arose in the minds of all the Ignivas.

Even the 36th Akakage.

"What are you doing!"

When that familiar voice rang in his ears, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage hadn't even come to his senses yet. He was still immersed in his understanding of power and in his own determination.

If the firepower were just a little stronger, just a little stronger, then none of these problems would be problems at all!

"burn!"

At this moment, only this belief remained in the heart of the Thirty-Sixth Akakage.

Until a long tail swept across the flames and lashed him off his spot.

Do you even know what you've done?!

"I……"

It was at this moment that the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage, regaining his senses, realized that it was the voice of the Serpent God.

However, he could not see the appearance of the snake god.

Even after the mountain stopped burning, the leaden clouds still did not dissipate, and after losing this only source of light, the world itself had become completely dark.

"What...is going on?"

Only now did the 36th Akakage realize that something seemed amiss.

Surrounded by the firelight, he remained oblivious to the ever-growing darkness around him.

"I, I just..."

Hearing the distant roar of the floodwaters and the cries of his people being swept away by the torrent, the 36th generation Akakage couldn't believe what he had done.

He just wanted to bring back the saber-toothed tiger and the mammoth. Everything seemed to be going so smoothly; he was even about to accomplish that impossible feat...

How did everything turn out this way?

"I……"

It was at this moment that the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage suddenly felt an unparalleled hunger.

Yes, long before the great flood, the Ignivas' supplies had already been disrupted by the continuous rain, but he hadn't realized it then, or perhaps he wanted to hold on a little longer.

But now, when everything suddenly stops.

That enormous physical deficit finally caught up with him.

"I……"

Before he could utter his last words, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage's consciousness had already become blurred.

His body dried up instantly, turning into a skeleton.

A brief flash of lightning illuminated the skeleton, leaving Du Yi, who was standing nearby, dumbfounded.

"How could he just die like that?"

Du Yi, who had only flicked his tail, was speechless for a moment.

In fact, the death of a savage was nothing to Du Yi, after all, he had seen too many similar deaths—but this death was completely different, simply because the savage had caused such a mess before he died.

"If you die like this, how are we going to settle the matter of my house being flooded?"

Looking up at the still pitch-black clouds in the sky, Du Yi was speechless for a long time.

Chapter 118 The Creating Serpent, Creating Heaven and Earth

The sky was pitch black, with lightning and thunder, but this had nothing to do with Du Yi.

The ground was flooded, and the rain seemed endless, but no matter how fiercely the floodwaters surged, they couldn't reach him.

This is perhaps the advantage of being big enough; no matter how harsh the environment, it can't do anything to Du Yi.

Similarly, Du Yi was also helpless in the face of this bizarre environment.

Heaven knows how those savages managed to cause such a huge accident, so big that a flood swept them all away and killed them. Although Du Yi had considered rescuing a few savages from the flood at first, he decided against it after only a moment's thought.

What if we rescue a few savages and they cause another massive flood?

It would be better to rescue more mammoths; at least mammoths only know how to eat grass and wouldn't cause such a big mess.

Du Yi is always the type to act on his words. He rescued several mammoths as quickly as possible, and even held them in his mouth to prevent them from drowning.