My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 243 - 230: Dawn

Chapter 243: Chapter 230: Dawn
Another Earth,
Inside an apartment building, Fu Qingjun sat cross-legged in Room 306.
It was still the same room that once belonged to Fu Qingjun; at the moment, his aura felt vaguely different, but he remained focused on his Earth’s civilization expedition, the warfront situation.
"Finally, someone has broken through the Fifth Realm and fallen."
He sighed.
This meant that he could use it as a spark to cause a qualitative change in his soul, advancing to the next realm.
A member breaking through the Fifth Realm also meant he could break through to the Sixth Realm...
"The Sixth Realm, huh?" Fu Qingjun’s expression was calm.
Although it’s just a sealed realm, unable to unleash its great power, and his body’s cultivation can’t keep up with his mind’s cultivation... so it’s sealed to avoid him bursting from the pressure, but the hair based on this brain...
"It’s time for another transformation."
Fu Qingjun looked at the distant battlefield, and for a moment, his heart sank uncontrollably; the opponent was terrifying to an extreme, could they really win?
Whoosh.
"I hope it can happen sooner." Fu Qingjun’s brain seemed to be undergoing an unimaginable transformation, like an abyssal whirlpool in a boundless ocean churning, with hair rooted in his brain rapidly falling out.
...
At this moment,
In everyone’s daze, it was as if a truly terrifying entity had descended upon the entire Earth.
It turned out that what just happened was merely a jest to this terrifying presence, but now it was getting serious, which meant... was it really over?
"What on earth is this?"
Emperor Liu looked at the pitch-black figure of the Demon God, which exuded an irresistible, terrifying attraction, an immense pressure like an abyssal black hole, pulling him in and absorbing him like pasta.
"Go away."
Emperor Liu struggled frantically, trying to break free from the shackles.
How hateful!
It’s such a struggle even to move in front of this monster?
"I cannot lose to such a mindless being...." He suddenly broke free from the mental shackles as if escaping a quagmire, but in the next second, a black, sinister bone-spiked arm viciously grabbed and clenched his hair.
Crack—
Like lifting a plastic bag with one hand, it clashed with its own forehead’s horn harshly.
Emperor Liu burst apart instantly.
The next moment, reforming into countless tiny figures gathering together, he looked at this monster before him, hardly believing his eyes, "Such a being, a remnant thought of prehistoric gods and demons, how could they be defeated?"
"Truly worthy of the ancient existence from the Sunflower Dynasty era, gods in heaven, demons underground, it’s simply—"
Boom!
The next moment, he was instantly smashed apart, turning into writhing flying flowers.
On the ground, the masses watched this scene.
"We’re doomed!"
"Damn it!"
"This is fate; fate cannot be changed!"
"How could there be miracles in this world?"
"Only children believe in miracles; adults only know reality!"
...
Countless people began to weep; the prehistoric deluge, that was punishment from the gods, do we still have to atone for it today?
Bang bang bang bang!
"Miracles, huh... indeed, how could there be miracles?" Liu Luo was violently crushed, "What’s before us is nothing but an apocalyptic disaster like the deluge, nothing can change."
The mind seemed to experience a concussion at once, like a person drowning in the deep ocean, gradually losing control of his body.
"Stop dawdling, you still have one way out."
A familiar voice echoed in his mind.
Liu Luo turned his head to see the translucent image of an old man with white hair, faintly visible.
"Immortal Ancestor, you’re somehow still alive, even though your corpse has already turned to dust...."
"That body that turned to dust was just an empty shell."
The figure spoke faintly, "I intended to drag them down with me to death, but ultimately missed one, letting them finally perform the secret art of ancestral spirit summoning... aware of the external crisis, I managed to take over one of the demon’s thoughts and buried myself within his sea of consciousness just to survive a bit longer."
Liu Luo’s expression was not calm.
He hadn’t expected so much had happened within that storm.
The Immortal Ancestor ultimately didn’t manage to kill the three, letting one escape, and thus took over another body to continue living.
Truly worthy of the immortal system that counters the Demon Palace system, the art of possession is terrifying.
"What other way do I have?"
"Eat me too."
Liu Luo was stunned, then suddenly raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, "Are you sure?"
"I wasn’t going to live much longer anyway, even if I seized a body, borrowed a shell, it would only be prolonging the inevitable." The old man sat cross-legged, "Destiny, miracle... if you don’t try, how can you know it’s impossible to change everything? My death is a history that can’t be changed, but you in this era, have no destiny..."
Liu Luo was silent for a moment, then laughed maniacally, "I see, interesting! Very interesting! The greatest truth and goodness in the world, combined with the greatest hypocrisy, the brightest god, and the most evil demon, what exactly will they fuse into?"
"Just like the fate in the myth of the great flood, the prophecy of the Jiaxia Era."
Boom!
Liu Luo suddenly opened his eyes violently.
Barely dodging the opponent’s fist, he madly rushed towards the ruins where the Immortal Ancestor had fought.
"Where is it, where is it..."
He roared eagerly, searching for remnants in the ruins, he quickly saw two corpses lying on the ground, "No matter which one, just eat them all."
Gulp.
He devoured the corpse on the ground in one bite, his entire being seemed infused with immense power, quickly colliding his aura once again, swelling several times over.
Bang!
He suddenly borrowed the opponent’s fist, grinning, "At this speed, you can’t hit me—"
The next second, the force of the opponent’s fist exploded, and he was knocked flying again.
"Not enough, still not enough! But, it’s almost there..." His whole being ignited with blazing flames, like a figure in a great fire, turning into a beam of light, becoming rampant, "Since it’s like this, if it’s like this!!"
"Even that guy has already chosen... should I, this hypocrite, perhaps not act a little bit more convincingly!!"
He raised his head and roared mightily, frantically squeezing every ounce of potential from his body, burning, burning, burning, turning all souls into fuel, himself like a soul furnace.
"Go to hell!!"
He seemed to feel his whole being breaking free from a cocoon, like a fish leaping out of the water, his entire being reaching the pinnacle of lightness.
Era?
All living things?
How ridiculous.
Watching their cries, I felt no emotional turmoil at all, no such emotion at all.
I don’t care about the era! I don’t care whether those people live or die! To hell with the Immortal Ancestor! To hell with saving the world! I just want to change this damn destiny, I want the freedom to choose the life I want, I wish I was born to...
"I just want to change destiny, everything prehistoric!"
His entire soul ignited, bursting into countless rays, like a nuclear explosion’s mushroom cloud enveloping his figure, as he stood among it.
"Not enough, not enough! Not nearly enough!... Then... I’ll wager even this life, if it can change the past, then I can live again!"
Hundred million,
Ten billion,
Hundred billion,
Thousand billion dense souls were behind him, doing the same actions, bending, raising hands, swinging fists.
Die!!
The thunderous roar seemed to contain unprecedented determination, the tyrannical power turning into billions of fists striking out, pounding on the opponent’s body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shadow of the Demon God that exhibited true strength was beaten like a rag sack, unable to react at all.
"We can win!"
"After all, it’s just a projection without consciousness!"
"Yes, keep fighting like this!"
"If we can’t even reach, can’t even defeat one ten-thousandth of the projection of prehistoric god and demon remnants, then what use is time-travel?"
On Earth, countless people roared lowly, igniting unprecedented hope.
Countless people shouted, gripping their fists until they turned white.
"Emperor Liu! Keep going!!" Across the building, Ziying and his sister, the Witch Emperor siblings bullied to death by Emperor Liu, were also waving flags and shouting crazily with their subordinates.
Pa!
Pa pa!
The little trumpet valiantly puffed its cheeks, blowing the suona, crying out: "Pioneers who fought in the forbidden zone of prehistoric Earth, you must succeed!"
Pa pa!
Beside him, Baiyu watched this scene intently, staring, the prehistoric history, it must change.
"This time we’re really going to win! We’re going to win!"
Even Demon Luo couldn’t help but shout out in excitement: "The opponent’s energy level is decreasing, this shadow, after all, isn’t the body, if we keep going like this, we can win!"
"Gather your courage, steadfastly move forward, a miracle will surely appear."
Tang Meng, in the classroom, with the entire Fu Qingjun class of students, holding hands towards the sky, tearfully shouting, singing "Miracle Reappears."
Everyone was watching this war in their own way, unveiling the fog, triumphing over what lies beyond.