My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 248 - 335: It’s Time to Return to the Modern Era

Chapter 248: Chapter 335: It’s Time to Return to the Modern Era
The entire land was covered with charred bones, turning into a wasteland.
Almost all of the Fourth Realm Gods fell in this battle, let alone those of an even higher power. Looking at the ruins of the sky, cleared of fog, some knelt and wept, others collapsed in speechless anguish, but most were filled with gratitude, kissing the ground and caressing the sky.
"Is this what blue sky looks like?"
Born in the mist, in a world where you couldn’t see your fingers when you stretched out your hand, the sight of a "blue sky" was alien and overwhelmingly beautiful to those whose mortal ancestors had never known such a world.
It was like a person with severe myopia suddenly seeing a clear and radiant world drenched in bright sunlight, experiencing the genuine beauty of the scenery at its full visibility.
No one knew when Malor left.
As a demon he was naturally opposed to mortals, and since he had nearly been consumed entirely by Emperor Liu, leaving only a shadow of himself here gasping for air, staying meant certain death.
The people started to clean up Emperor Liu’s shattered body.
Celestial Emperor Hongqi was definitely dead; yet he had not been a living being for some time, having backed up his consciousness to another machine. Soon, he would reappear, but would it still be him?
No one knew.
As for Yudula Witch Ancestor, she never took part in this battle. As a bearer of the flames, she necessarily hid in the shadows.
And the First Buddha did indeed fall, but everyone knew she was an ancient being from the future, a Great Witch... the fallen before them was her reincarnated self.
And Emperor Liana...
Everyone fell completely silent.
"Though we won this battle, the gods of the Mayan Civilization all perished, and the helping forces from the future, like Atlantis and the Shushan Mahe Civilization, also suffered over ninety percent casualties." Ziying was tallying up the numbers, instinctively ing the situation, but only just realized the one always pressing down on him was now dead.
Though he had often cursed that demon to die, the actual disappearance left a strange sense of discomfort. That brazen demon fell to prehistoric times.
"Is it all over?" A small trumpet asked softly.
"Who can tell..." Baiyu pondered saying it was over, but fate seemed unchanged. They seemed to have altered everything yet in truth, hadn’t changed the real turning point.
That is to say, the catastrophic tragedy of fate and darkness might still be ongoing, or rather, about to arrive...
But..
What exactly is the real darkness?
No one knew.
For instance, the sequence of sudden twists before them, the preaching of the Immortal Ancestor, Emperor Liu’s suicide, the true identity of the Immortal Ancestor, had already made their minds chaotic.
"But no matter what, we ultimately won." Someone looked up at the clear sky, "Returned to the Earth before the Great Flood, an incredibly clear sky."
The world erupted in jubilation.
For the following days, whether mortals or the towering Great Witches celebrated magnificently.
The Great Witches began to walk excitedly out of their camps, watching the world now uncovered by fog, without those mad cockroaches, insects, beasts attacking them, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief.
Earth repelled the invaders and restored order.
Even myths have been revived on this land, the previously lower-grade Earth civilization unmistakably advancing towards a higher civilization, even starting to develop the capacity for cosmic exploration.
For countries that had only ever launched a probe onto Mars, this was unimaginable excitement.
"Crisis comes with opportunity."
"Though we have yet to cross into the civilizational realm of the Knowledge Seekers, the prehistoric mortal mythological civilizations have already broken through to the Fifth Realm Civilization."
Several scientists quickly issued statements, expressing a sense of happiness and joy.
The entire world began to celebrate, rebuilding the cities of ruins, organizing worn supermarkets, street roads, residential buildings, and new-age excavators began to operate.
All the Great Witches know, though the future Earth protagonists will no longer be them, it will be uncountable mortals.
They will transform into rare, long-lived mythical species, living in their own cities, yet benefits outweigh disadvantages, as they can cultivate and move towards true immortality.
And on this planet, giants and mortals will cohabit in an era of divine pathways.
Time passed by thirty-one years.
"Next, let us invite our savior to speak."
On television, Tang Meng, with curly hair, is about to give a speech.
"Hello everyone! I’m Tang Meng!"
After these years of development, Tang Meng had already become a hot figure, with God as his master, an existence of ancient divinity capable of time travel, and that alone was enough.
Moreover, God had many unsolved mysteries.
For instance, traveling back in time, what exactly was the impending darkness? Why take the Immortal Ancestor as a registered disciple?
Could it be that knowing it was the reincarnation of the ’Conceptual Ancient God,’ God didn’t dare take them as a disciple, deeming themselves unworthy, simply wanting to change fate this way?
Too many questions!
Numerous people were posting debates, and even in the newly established schools, many students were discussing anew.
As time flew by, another ten years passed.
The world entered a rapidly spinning explosive period of vast information exchange. Numerous sect researchers from the Immortal Realm and cultivation realm began combining science to explore the soul realm of the biomedical brain, achieving milestone results.
In just forty years, the whole world seemed to have thoroughly integrated into the mythical world.
It was like a neighboring world after World War II, starting to accelerate civilization, with Fu Qingjun’s Little Monster Country enjoying enormous civilization dividends.
These forty years may have been the mere span of a month for the Great Witch Giants, but for mortals, it was already a rather distant time, with civilizations like Atlantis and Shushan Mahe gradually recovering from their damages.
A voice was heard.
"It’s time to return to the modern age, closing the wormhole, and leaving these distant prehistoric times."
This was the voice of God.
The civilizations of Atlantis and Shushan, as well as individuals like Ziying and Professor Naxika, were momentarily stunned.
"Are we going back?"
They gazed at this seemingly peaceful and revitalizing prehistoric world, feeling as though they had melded into the land, with a sense of reluctance.
Yet that reluctance could only be buried within, they ultimately did not belong to this era. They were merely witnesses to the distant mythical history, recording its ancient tales.
"Let’s return."
The two civilizations began preparing for migration.
Boom!
The mysterious wormhole reopened.
For Fu Qingjun, the entire civilization’s expedition to battle the fog had been a swift success. It was a rather complete and joyful achievement, and time to return to another Earth.
"Going back?" Malor fell silent for a moment, feeling there were still things undone before leaving this prehistoric era.