Under the command of the Human Emperor and through multiple banner captures and enemy slashes, the battle gradually approached its end, with the Human Race slowly gaining the upper hand, and the Demon Race being the first to fall into defeat.
However, just as the Human Emperor was about to break through the defeated army and take the head of the Demon Venerable, the earth suddenly cracked open, and with a flip of the Earth Dragon, the sky turned into a murky, filthy color.
Seizing this opportunity, the Demon Venerable led the remnants to escape, while the Barbarian Race also ford an array to retreat, withdrawing from the battlefield.
Thus, the battle ended inconclusively.
The scene faded at this point.
After a brief darkness, a new scene appeared.
The Human Emperor, accompanied only by two loyal followers, entered the Barbarian Race’s tribe to et the Barbarian King, telling him of the impending great calamity.
Although he didn’t rember clearly what occurred at the ti, he used so excavated relics as proof that this great calamity had happened once at the beginning of the Primordial tis, referring to it as the Tide.
The earth movent during the battle was rely a precursor; the real calamity had yet to arrive.
Wanting everyone to survive, there was no other way than to cooperate and open the shelter recorded in certain relics.
After a day and night of negotiation, the Barbarian King was convinced by the Human Emperor and agreed to the plan, and they reached an accord on one matter.
That was to leave those lunatics from the Demon Race alone, just contact their vassals, and only unite forces that could understand human speech.
However, before they could start action, the son of the Demon Venerable arrived carrying his father’s head to et the Human Emperor and the Barbarian King.
Being more sensitive to the Earth Sea and also having so records from the Primordial tis, the Demon Race instinctively sensed that sothing significant was about to happen.
The Demon Venerable’s son initiated a rebellion, assassinated the severely injured Demon Venerable by the Human Emperor, and cleared the opposing forces internally using the ways of the Demon Race.
After consolidating the tribe, the first thing the Demon Venerable’s son did was to contact the Human Emperor.
The one who understands you best is your enemy, and vice versa; thus, in the eyes of the Demon Venerable’s son, only the Human Emperor was worthy of trust regarding this matter.
Facing the great calamity, conflicts were temporarily suppressed, marking the first alliance among the three races.
The scene disappeared again, entering the next mory fragnt.
However, this mory was different from what Zhang Ze had anticipated.
Although they had decided to form an alliance to jointly resist the great calamity, the cooperation was not as smooth as imagined.
The scars of hatred borne by the long wars between the races were too deep, and a disaster destined in the future was insufficient to resolve and nd these fractures, even if the three leaders ca forward personally it was aningless.
Until a turning point appeared...
....
"What happens next?"
After a long silence, Li flicked Zhang Ze’s calf with her tail.
She was happily watching, but didn’t expect the scene to disappear suddenly at the critical part.
Zhang Ze also felt puzzled; he opened his eyes and walked up to give The Human Emperor’s Six Commandnts Stone Stele a vigorous slap from a 45° angle above.
But this thing wasn’t a television; no matter how he slapped it, it showed no reaction.
Zhang Ze turned around and shrugged at Li, "Maybe this thing is divided into two parts, and this stone stele’s mory is limited."
Li thought Zhang Ze’s explanation was utterly nonsensical; she climbed onto Zhang Ze’s shoulder, rubbing his head.
"Co on, do your dream sessions have upper and lower parts?"
Zhang Ze, caught off guard by the question, asked back, "Otherwise? You don’t divide them?"
"After cultivators cultivate, there’s no need to sleep; if you rarely have the chance to dream, wouldn’t you keep a good dream stored to continue next ti?"
Li, "...."
Li looked at Zhang Ze like watching a monkey for a while, then shook her head.
"I don’t get it, anyway, I don’t divide them."
Zhang Ze looked at Fuji, who tilted her head back and, hands on her hips, proudly said, "I also don’t divide! Because I am always daydreaming! Now I am dreaming!"
"Yay!"
No one knew what Little Fuji was proudly happy about.
No longer bothered by Li and Little Fuji’s interruptions, Zhang Ze looked at Su La.
If by his dreaming style, the next critical mory should be stored within another stone stele or other relic.
He wondered if Su La had any similar items.
Yet when Zhang Ze looked over, he found Su La tearful.
She was crying.
The mory fragnts in the Human Emperor’s Six Commandnts Stone Stele were more like a reproduction of a dream, where the roles the viewer enters as are not singular.
For instance, Su La’s role within was as one of the Human Emperor’s guards, clearly seeing the Human Emperor’s face.
The Human Emperor who ruled the Primordial and later led the Ten Thousand Races across the sea to the Holy Land, and the wretched man pulling the dog before her, looked exactly the sa.
The Human Emperor... had returned.
Staring at Zhang Ze, Su La suddenly jumped up and rushed over.
She wrapped her arms around Zhang Ze’s arm, stubbornly bumping against his arm with her head while crying.
"Why did you leave us then, why..."
"Where on earth did you go, why co back now?"
Su La’s grievances sowhat lacked reason, since Zhang Ze was the Human Emperor and not the Deer Emperor.
Logically speaking, after leading Su La’s ancestors here, he had already completed his task.
But sotis, logic becos hard to explain, especially on this land now shadowed by the Divine Monarch’s gloom.
Ever since the Divine Monarch descended, the history of the Holy Land beca once again fragnted, and many things turned to ashes in flas.
Surviving rebels picked up remnants from the ashes, pieced together the history originally belonging to them, and searched for ways to resist the Divine Monarch.
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