My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 275 262: Emperor Xia and the Cosmic Celestial Court

The Artifact Spirit before them looked at the surrounding expressions of shock without explaining.
After all, having entered the master's perspective, it couldn't just say it was the master's weapon, right?
If it was discovered to be from the "Artifact" race, wouldn't it be found out that it was the one who released the first fog on this planet?
Now, there's another weapon from the same race taking the blame, controlling "Emperor Yan" to practice its form, engaging in great battles of immortality, releasing the second wave of fog outside, causing havoc; it's eager to break away, how could it still self-detonate?
Actually, she still feels everything is bizarre!
In the battle during the ancient flood years ago, her master died in combat and went missing; she drifted as an aimless weapon, eventually landing on this planet, initially intending to consume the planet's vegetable people, release a fog, but who knew?
The foundation of this planet is so mysterious and eerie!
Not only did it resist her invasion, but it's also Jiaxia's homeland!
In her relentless pondering, she looked at the questioning gazes surrounding her, her face full of dissatisfaction, "What, I almost became the Empress back then, is that strange?"
Everyone had peculiar expressions.
None felt she matched someone who could be beside Jiaxia.
Everyone felt she ought to have that kind of overbearing presence and powerful aura, yet she didn't; instead, she seemed like someone living under protection in a cradle.
But still, everyone smartly pretended to know nothing.
After all, everyone merely believed she was just a prehistorical deity or demon, unaware she was the very being who released the fog on Earth, causing its apocalypse.
She didn't fit the image at all.
In their eyes, she had to be some brutal, evil, capricious existence, slaughtering a planet's inhabitants to revive herself.
Yet they hadn't fully realized this point: for real higher-dimensional cosmic beings, trampling the life on this planet is akin to a normal human stomping on an anthill beside the road.
Does this regular person need to be capricious, violent, evil?
This regular person could be you, me, a couch potato by the road, a company worker.
This is a matter of cognitive value; it's believed any normal person, trampling a roadside ant colony to revive oneself, would essentially be able to do it.
Tang Meng was the first to break the awkwardness, "Your Excellency, worthy of being one of the ancient prehistorical forbidden deities, back then you were also one of the strongest deities and demons, may I ask where Jiaxia's weapon went in those days?"
The Artifact Spirit nodded, "Back then, after the Emperor Xia was killed, heaven collapsed, earth fell, thousands of parallel timelines shattered, their planets broke and crumbled; I, along with several others, fell into that abyssal land to vie for Emperor Xia's remnants and weapons, winning or losing unknown."
"What about now?" Tang Meng asked.
"I'm merely a wisp of the main body's avatar; the main body and several other powerful ones fought until the final battle while I escaped." She added for the setting.
Everyone was ignoring the loopholes in her words by now.
"Where is that place?" Fu Qingjun couldn't help but ask.
"It's the famous cosmic turbulent zone... many cosmic civilizations travel by spaceship, transcending time and space to approach, it's a crucial sector for interstellar navigation."
"In Emperor Xia's era, a vast unification of the cosmic star cluster was realized, expanding the territory unimaginably, even pushing southward to the De Ya Cosmic Empire, causing an upheaval among them... countless civilizations under his command, many still yearn for and are fascinated by that mythological era."
"Today, some technological civilizations, and even those advocating individual power, still use titles of Emperor, Sovereign, etc., from the Jiaxia Celestial Court, finding archaeology of that era's artifacts prestigious; it has become a hub for many tomb raiders and mighty beings."
Fu Qingjun felt his scalp tingle.
To think Jiaxia had unified the Milky Way and even further?
Our Earth is merely a backwater place tucked away?
It seems unbelievable; an ambitious overlord, however strong, and energetic, couldn't possibly have completed the interstellar civilization path single-handedly which requires endless generations of genius, step by step.
Emerging from a desk, a person could have just begun developing a cultivation system, first level, second level... up to fifth, sixth level.
This requires time's accumulation and integration.
But Jiaxia, with sails, might independently achieve such a feat!
Pushing civilization to the peak of the sixth-level cosmic civilization, even being besieged when nearing the seventh cosmic civilization...
This means that the Artifact Spirit before them, and other cosmic civilizations potentially encountered, were once Jiaxia's subjects, enveloped by the vast territorial star region.
"Too fierce!" Fu Qingjun's expression turned peculiar, "Jiaxia, oh Jiaxia, you've returned tens of thousands of years ago and have already expanded the territory to now?"
But presently, others were already shocked.
Listening to the Artifact Spirit discuss the cosmic layout of the star cluster, matters of various major civilizations, was like discovering a new continent.
Our Earth is comparable to Du Guan Town, a small place, tucked away, having never been to a real big city or kingdom.
"How do we go there?" Li Junchen asked.
"Spatial jump."
The Artifact Spirit shook its head, "But in that land, space is highly unstable, for us sixth-level beings, entering it is extremely risky, primarily needing to seal the Sea of Consciousness Space to enter."
Fu Qingjun indicated he didn't mind.
After all, he is a sixth-level being without a Sea of Consciousness Space, not needing sealing.
"Seal self-space, wouldn't that mean reducing the level, sixth level, fifth level, all need to seal the Sea of Consciousness Space?" Li Junchen beside him spoke, "Sixth level, would be only fourth level's cultivation?"
"Impossible?" The Artifact Spirit shook its head, "Even without using spatial power, sheer speed, strength, reaction, are not on the same tier as any other creature."
"However, they can only rely on bodies to fight, with potential for being besieged which may lead to death, merely surrounded and besieged by billions of fourth-level beings."
Outside, such a situation is thoroughly impossible.
Space delivers large-scale lethal force; sixth level defeating fifth level, thousands would die in an instant, let alone fourth-level beings?
But there, a possibility of being besieged exists.
"Yet, such large-scale jumping, even in my full glory would consume enormous costs, so now..." The Artifact Spirit looked towards Fu Qingjun, this unknown depth of a god.
Of course, Fu Qingjun lacked this capability; he only stated, "I tread across time and space here, constrained a lot of strength, merely an ephemeral phantom avatar, not possessing this ability."
Fu Qingjun's phantom gradually dissipated into the air, "It all depends on you to change history, providing vital information is already my utmost strength."
The crowd watched the god's disappearing phantom, momentarily at a loss for words, merely starting to quietly organize the massive amount of information.