Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Chapter 815: Chapter 515: Ancient Cataclysm, Emperor Yuan! (Double-Length)

The Vermilion Divine Sparrow burns the sky, the Celestial Phoenix fractures the earth, and the True Dragon calls forth wind and rain...

It was undoubtedly an epic mythological war, leaving Song Changming dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

One by one, the strong warriors of the Human Race faced calamity together, resisting those mysterious creatures emerging constantly from the fog.

”Ancient Race, war...”

Song Changming faintly realized what this ’past’ war unfolding before him truly signified!

Especially when witnessing the apocalyptic scene of heaven and earth crumbling, as Divine Beasts and Ancient Races fell, it seemed to convey one thing.

The end!

The Ancient Race was obliterated one after another, and such was the fate of the Divine Beasts, as well as the numerous strong warriors of the Human Race.

This was a major war from the Ancient Era!

”Could it be that everything happened because of this battle, all because of the creatures that emerged from the fog?”

Song Changming slowly widened his eyes, his pupils flickering continuously due to the reflection of the flames covering the sky.

This war seemed to have lasted an extremely long time, and even though it was presented before Song Changming at a fast pace, much time had still passed.

At one point, Song Changming, whose eyes had never blinked, blinked.

Just in that instant, when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him returned to the dark underground space.

The sounds of slaughter in his ears had ceased at some unknown time, leaving the underground space plunged into a deathly silence.

”This, has been unveiled...”

Song Changming came to his senses, only to find himself drenched in sweat, his heart pounding uncontrollably, unable to calm down for a long time.

Because the battlefield he had just experienced was too realistic, placing him right in the midst, deeply feeling the despair when confronting those mysterious creatures.

If all this truly happened, only heaven knows how many beings died in that battle...

However, more than that, he was concerned about what those strange creatures that emerged from the fog truly were, why their numbers were so vast, their fighting power so formidable, causing such great disaster for the Ten Thousand Races!

And what was the outcome of that battle?

The historical records of the ancient Ancient Abyss Country never mentioned it, and upon reflection, only the stories of the final battle found in the folklore, or fragments of rumors, exist.

Is it that the era was too distant, or was this monstrous terror deliberately concealed by past generations, regarded as sensitive? Or is this simply a fabricated historical battle?

Song Changming furrowed his brows tightly, his thoughts continuously churning.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

In the Nine Provinces and Eighteen Lands, where the Human Race once reigned, the vast lands of the Ancient Abyss Country were surrounded by endless mist.

Even back then, he had crossed through the mist veiling the Outer Domain to reach the shores of the Ancient Abyss Country’s territory.

Regarding the mist, it was not that no one had attempted exploration before.

Even now, there are people and Foreign Races who disregard the dangers, driven by curiosity about the unknown lands outside the Nine Provinces and Eighteen Lands, venturing to explore.

But eventually, few of these people and Foreign Races return.

And even if they do, they bring back no useful information.

Everyone knows one thing, the Land of Mist has nothing.

Covered by fog, all life is barren, a lifeless wasteland devoid of vitality.

This is the commonly acknowledged fact spread by scholars.

There’s nothing in the mist...

In the past, Song Changming showed little interest in exploring the Land of Mist beyond the Nine Provinces and Eighteen Lands.

Since everyone says there’s nothing in the mist, he hadn’t given it much thought.

But now, thinking about the mist that obscures heaven and earth, he felt a pang of trepidation.

Is there really nothing in the mist?

Thinking about this, Song Changming suddenly raised his eyes and met Hua Sichen’s gaze.

Hua Sichen, usually calm and indifferent, now had waves of intensity in his eyes, and they both read the same sense of trepidation from each other’s gaze.

Undoubtedly, Song Changming was not the only one who saw this war.

Meanwhile, on the other side, several Demon Kings also regained their senses, all showing shock, with none able to maintain composure.

”Big brother, was it that ancient catastrophe Father mentioned?” Chong Hao asked softly.

Chongsi’s eyes were sharp, exhaling heavily, and he spoke in a low voice: ”It’s hard to say, but it’s certainly possible...”

Chong Hao inwardly exclaimed how could this be, suddenly shocked: ”It was that shadow that let us see!”

He searched around, but within the entire underground space, no traces of the Residual Soul or shadow remained, leaving only the Black Stele and flickering ghostly flames.

”Just now, what was that!”

”You saw it too, everything in that Illusion Realm, was it really events that occurred...”

”Never heard anyone mention those white-skinned creatures, they truly send shivers down the spine!”

”Thankfully, thankfully, I wasn’t truly on that battlefield, I’m still in the Celestial Ruins Realm!”

”It’s good that everyone is okay, truly a relief.”

”...”

The Great Demons were immensely grateful to return to the underground space.

Clearly, not everyone on that battlefield could maintain a clear consciousness, with those lacking a strong Divine Soul in a befuddled state.

Until they passively return to reality, only then do they realize everything before was mere illusion, experiencing a sudden fright.

”So, is it all over...” murmured an Elder Grandmaster.

From contending for the Immortal Tree’s flower and fruit opportunity, to fighting the Ancient Race shadow underground, followed by the intense cleansing of the battlefield just now.