My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 263 - 250: Disaster Returns

Chapter 263: Chapter 250: Disaster Returns
The power descended like a mountain on everyone’s heads, pressing down as if every inch of skin, bone, and muscle was being oppressed by earth-shattering force.
Everyone displayed a look of sheer terror.
"What is this Divinity Transformation Realm? How is it completely different from ours?"
Wollos’s expression changed drastically.
"Because you are unarmed."
She grinned: "The strength of intelligent creatures lies in their weakness, yet their ability to use tools. Apes use stones, primitive humans use stone tools, ancients forged swords, modern humans build machinery...and what about you?"
"Fighting with bare fists like primitive men, how laughable."
Lianyan lifted her opponent with one hand, and in the next moment, everyone inside the cabin, except for this one Divinity Transformation Realm being, transformed into hundreds of pieces of flesh scattered on the ground, as if sliced by an invisible storm of blades.
The entire cockpit had become an Asura field filled with blood and remnants.
This is the greatness of mastering spatial power.
"You...."
The opponent made a sound of terror.
He was one of the thirty-two level five wizards of the Western Wizard God Tower, traversing the cosmos, exploring infinite truth and knowledge, revered by wizard followers as the "Hammer of Eternal Knowledge" and the "Master of Space in the Infinite Dark Mountains," praised for his mastery of spatial power.
He possessed numerous life-saving measures, yet they all failed in an instant.
However, in the next moment, Lianyan flashed alongside the opponent onto Mars.
"This place is...."
This level five wizard looked at the world shrouded in mist, mourning and despair spreading everywhere, as all living beings were bewitched into the retinue of gods and demons.
"Look, the mist returns, disaster has already brought devastation here, soon to spread to your world."
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Wizard Truth Hall.
This kingdom, created by thirty-two great level five wizards, birthed thirty-two planes, allowing countless to learn truth, pursue the mysteries of the cosmos, and explore earthly secrets.
"Wizards, pursue the great scales of truth."
In an ancient European styled building, several level four wizards were in a laboratory, tinkering with bottles and jars of various colors, conducting experiments.
"The king’s guiding light has extinguished."
Everyone suddenly sensed a certain vibration, stunned and speechless.
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Fifth Hundred and Eighty-First Year of the Immortal Dao Civilization.
The mist reappeared and swept through, capturing Mars civilization, where the Profound Celestial Daoist Venerable of that time was completely wounded and fled, already disappeared without trace.
Experts of the Divinity Transformation Realm, with lifespans reaching tens of thousands of years, yet underwent massive slaughter, none dying of natural causes, all becoming fodder for Emperor Yan.
Emperor Yan had cultivated for over two hundred years, his achievements unfathomable, standing at the world’s peak, with the Chaos Bell becoming the world’s treasure.
The entire land was in a state of grave threat.
"The remnants of gods and demons have again brought the mist and magic disaster."
Today’s Celestial Emperor was merely a rising star. Though unparalleled in talent, he ultimately lacked a certain allure.
The oldest, was none other than the Human Race Hongqi.
"Emperor Yan."
Fu Qingjun sat in a dumpling shop, gently brushing his smooth, black hair... Surrounded by ancient style warriors and cultivators, bustling noisily.
Things ultimately developed according to his expectations, the mist descended again.
Although, the timeline seemed no longer as short as before, passing extremely slowly, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed.
But this was the most reasonable.
In the early stages of a civilization’s development, huge changes can occur in mere decades, given that the lifespan of strong individuals barely spans a century.
But in the mid-stage rise, lifespans extended, with each powerful person having lifetimes in the thousands of years, a civilization’s timeline considered in "millennia" and "ten thousand years" is not extraordinary.
Compared to the entire starry sky, stepping into a cosmic civilization, these times are nothing but a drop in the ocean.
"Civilization entered the fifth level, having already crossed into the space civilization era, it’s time to consider some things... Build some future world concepts."
"Create a more unique Demon Country."
"And, find a way to deal with the guy who escaped back then."
Fu Qingjun, accompanying the observation of Emperor Yan’s actions, constantly researched space, completely establishing some special ideas, the Demon Country of the reality physics universe no longer matched Fu Qingjun’s ambitions.
"Within the Sea of Consciousness Space of these Divinity Transformation beings, it can differ from the physical laws of the main universe."
"Their consciousness dictates matter!"
"The inner space can create a magical fantasy world, a Fifth Realm Divinity Transformation... Actually the Creator God opening up new consciousness space."
Regarding this, Fu Qingjun thinks it’s a huge direction in the future.
The Fifth Realm creates small spaces, only fearing it’s groundwork, brain nurturing "space seeds"
The Sixth Realm is the creation of a Parallel Cosmos space, this Parallel Cosmos, perhaps the rules differ from the main universe...
"For example, creating alternate fire, mysterious ice, and other Parallel Worlds that defy physical laws." Fu Qingjun watched Emperor Yan, whom he himself guided, bringing him immense surprise.
She studied the internal structure of Divinity Transformation Space, also letting herself understand some paths of the Fifth Realm.
Six Hundredth Year of the Immortal Dao Civilization.
This day of great commemorative significance, should have been celebrated universally, yet Emperor Yan chose this day to invade and overthrow the entire Immortal Dao Civilization.
Vast mist swept in, all beings again shrouded in the mist.
In this battle, Emperor Yan alone fought against a hundred and seven Divinity Transformation Realms, the earth shook, the sky was torn into chaos.
In their battle, the mountain range collapsed, leveled to flat land.
They battled in the ocean, the ocean evaporated, stirred giant tsunamis, devastation of coastal cities, extinct seventy-three billion lives.
They battled into space, where drifting meteors of this universe, assorted space debris, transformed into dust, as if washed by a torrential rain.
On this day, dust settled.
A mark descended upon the moon:
"Six Hundred Year Celebration of the Immortal Dao, thirty-seven Immortal Dao Divinity Transformation Realms slain here, the rest fled like rats."
The world was aghast.
Staring at the moon’s mark, orbiting Earth, akin to a monument of disgrace hung before home.
"The course of the world, established by this."
She, though gravely wounded, fighting on death’s edge, with the Chaos Bell shattered and full of cracks, had begun refining thirty-seven Divinity Transformation Realms, allowing future cultivation to rise again.
At this moment, mist reappeared covering the earth, all beings began to be infected by her Divine Blood.
"Do you see? All beings are again covered by the returning mist, I will indeed use the blood sacrifice of all beings, to recall and revive the remnants of gods and demons of my ancestors."
A cold and noble woman sat on the cosmic throne, gazing down like countless stars, "Welcome back my god who was slain by Jiaxia in olden days."