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Not far away, a stream of gray mist was rising and falling, like a black cloud that changed at will.

The buzzing sound came from it, a swarm of mosquitoes gathered into a cloud, or rather, a combination of dragonflies and mosquitoes.

Each one looked to be three meters in size, a dark and oppressive mass.

These space mosquitoes were devouring a drifting piece of space, and when the Azure Cloud Boat entered their territory, they seemed to have discovered a new target.

A dark cloud loomed, and the insects swarmed towards the Azure Cloud Boat.

Liu Wenhe in the cockpit was very flustered, encountering such a situation for the first time.

In the previous subspace layers, there was only barren grayness, with occasional fragments of broken space drifting by, which the Azure Cloud Boat would automatically avoid.

This was the first time that living beings had been discovered in the subspace layer.

And they were the kind that didn't look easy to deal with, swarms of space mosquitoes.

"What kind of creatures are these? Have you ever heard of them?"

The cultivators who quickly retreated into the cabin looked panicked, most of them riding the Azure Cloud Boat for the first time.

But they had long heard of the Azure Cloud Boat's reputation.

A flying boat that could travel through space, connecting many stations, was a tool for linking cultivators and long-distance communication.

The prosperity of newly opened stations and the growth of cultivators were all due to the Azure Cloud Boat's capabilities.

They had never heard of any accidents occurring while riding the Azure Cloud Boat.

Instantly, the cultivators on the entire boat became extremely nervous.

While the cultivators were extremely nervous, the creatures of a small world breathed a sigh of relief.

"Patriarch, the World-Devouring Miasma Mosquitoes have weakened a lot."

In a secret realm with a radius of ten thousand meters.

A group of humans dressed in ancient styles were gathered together.

Looking up, a crack had been torn open in the sky of this secret realm, and constantly ascending cultivators were flying down.

At the breach, densely packed mosquitoes could be seen fearlessly gnawing at the barrier.

As the mosquitoes gnawed, the breach continued to widen, and the edges of the breach already had cracks due to the opening.

If the mosquitoes continued to gnaw, this secret realm would inevitably shatter.

And the shattering of the secret realm space represented the collapse of this world. The people here would either have to leave the secret realm or perish with its destruction.

Although cultivators were constantly ascending into the sky to attack the gnawing mosquitoes, it was a drop in the bucket. The mosquitoes were not only fearless but also seemed endless.

The cultivators who could ascend were all experts, but there were not many such experts.

"Oh, heavens, why are you so cruel to us? Our human race has fallen to such a state!"

Ji Zhongfu, the patriarch, sighed faintly.

Once upon a time, the human race was the overlord of the God-Demon Seven Realms.

The name of the God-Demon Realm came from the names of the human race's Primordial Two Ancestors, the Time Demon and the Space God.

Countless years ago, the Time Demon and Space God Ancestors suppressed the entire God-Demon Realm. What Demon Realm, Ghost Realm, Devil Realm, Barren Realm, Savage Realm, and Spirit Realm were all the human race's back garden.

They were territories conquered and ruled by the human race.

Each realm was no longer a connected existence. Only in the central area was there a broken mist zone that could still connect to various places through the mist.

That was a turning point that connected the past and the future.

After the Primordial Two Ancestors disappeared, the various races that had been suppressed for endless years united to overthrow the tyranny of the human race.

Fortunately, besides the Primordial Two Ancestors, the human race also had the Eight Ancestors taught by the Two Ancestors.

The Space God Progenitor's five disciples: Gold God, Wood God, Water God, Fire God, and Earth God.

And the Time Demon Progenitor's three disciples: Wind God, Light God, and Thunder God.

After a long and bloody battle, the Eight Ancestors repelled fifty demons and gods from the other six realms.

Namely, the Twelve Demon Gods of the Devil Realm, the Twelve Demon Ancestors of the Demon Realm, the Nine Ghost Emperors of the Ghost Realm, the Five Demon Gods of the Savage Realm, the Five Demon Gods of the Barren Realm, and the Seven Progenitors of the Spirit Realm.

This was an earth-shattering achievement.

Being Fifth Order God-Demons, although the races had different names, they were all at the same level.

Even so, the Eight Ancestors defeated fifty enemies unscathed.

On average, one person fought more than six.

This made the various races understand that even without the Primordial Two Ancestors, the human race was still the overlord.

After a long and bloody battle, the Eight Ancestors gained the upper hand and once wanted to attack the Barren Realm and completely exterminate the creatures of the Barren Realm.

Unfortunately, the heavens changed.

Previously, the God-Demon World was an endless area connected together, with the human race located in the central area.

But after the Primordial Two Ancestors defied the heavens, the God-Demon Realm was divided into seven, not only dividing into seven but also severing the connection.

When the Eight Ancestors led their clansmen into the Barren Realm, they discovered that those fighting them were no longer the mere Five Demon Gods of the Barren Realm, but also the will of the Barren Realm.

The Eight Ancestors returned without success, and after that, they never mentioned destroying a realm again.

Because the will of heaven had changed.

The will of heaven of the seven realms merged with the demons and gods of each race, and the demons and gods of each race became the representatives of the will of a realm.

When they came to the central region of the human world, they could not borrow it, but when they arrived in their realm, they could borrow the will of heaven to fight the enemy.

The Eight Ancestors knew that this was because the Primordial Two Ancestors fought against heaven, but they could not discover the detailed reason.

And this situation was maintained.

After discovering that the human race could not invade their realm, the six realm races would issue orders every once in a while, summoning clansmen to attack the human realm through the passage.

The purpose was to not give the human race a chance to breathe.

Constantly weakening the human race.

This weakening has existed for endless years.

Until the collapse of the Dao of the Myriad Realms (the resurgence of the bizarre), a new change was ushered in.

And this change is the current miserable situation of the human race.

The secret realm they are currently in is no longer the human realm.

That is to say, after the resurgence of the bizarre, they could not even keep their old home and could only come to the secret realm to hide and linger.

This place is the only trace left by the Primordial Two Ancestors' Space God Ancestor, a spatial secret realm opened up by the Space God Ancestor.

This place has become the last refuge for mankind.

The countless humans of the past now have only a million elites left in this place.

Even more countless human clansmen were abandoned by them because they could not be taken care of or protected.

The human realm has now become a slaughterhouse for the creatures of the savage, desolate, demon, and ghost realms.

With the collapse of the Dao of the Myriad Realms, the experts of the human race inevitably fell. If the will of heaven wants you to sacrifice, what can cultivators do?

And the reason why the human race is so miserable can be said to be 'success due to Xiao He, failure due to Xiao He'.

Like the Twelve Demon Gods of the Blood Soul Realm, due to the binding of the will of heaven, to put it bluntly, they are puppets supported by the will of heaven.

If the will of the Blood Soul Realm wants a puppet to sacrifice itself to fulfill the Blood Soul Realm, the will of the Blood Soul Realm can easily do it.

But the Eight Ancestors of the human race are different. They have always disliked the heavens since birth.

Moreover, their cultivation is cultivated by themselves, not like the trash of the Twelve Demon Gods of the Blood Soul Realm, whose cultivation is entirely based on the empowerment of the will of heaven.

Naturally, the answers presented are completely different.

The will of heaven in the human realm, you want me to die?

I wanted to learn from the Second Ancestor of the Yuan Beginning, to defy the heavens and embark on a campaign.

The result was predictable…

Human experts refused to accept the heavens' arrangement for their demise, and thus, each erupted with all their means and exhausted all their abilities.

They even consumed the entire foundation of the human race.

The result was predictable.

The heavens of other realms arranged for puppets to die and then arranged backup plans like the Twelve Thrones.

But the heavens of the human realm suffered; humans were too strong.

Not demon gods they had nurtured, but beings who had cultivated themselves, each incredibly powerful.

Even though the heavens tried their best to urge them on, they still managed to resolve the experts of the human realm, but the heavens of the human realm themselves were also severely injured.

What backup plans?

There were none; even the heavens of the human realm weakened to the point of self-daoization.

Therefore, the human race and the human realm left no backup plans.

Without a single mistake, a single first, a single inner, a single appearance, all in one look!

Even because of the great battle, all the foundations were consumed.

Previously the center of the seven realms, the most prosperous region, it is now the most desolate place.

Also, because of the daoization of the heavens, the surrounding barbaric demon and ghost realms began to invade and devour, dividing up the human realm.

These four realms all had backup plans left by the heavens before their dissipation, treasures like the Twelve Thrones of the Blood Soul Realm to suppress the will, but the human realm had none.

Therefore, all those above the extraordinary in the human realm died.

Wanting to start over, without the supreme treasure to suppress the will, this is an unsolvable problem.

Fortunately, six years ago, when the human race was on the verge of collapse, they discovered this secret realm left by the Space God Ancestor; in the secret realm, they found a stone pearl.

It is the heart of space here, allowing cultivators to break through the extraordinary and suppress the will.

But this was many years later than other realms; the demon and ghost races already had second-order beings, but here they had only found the suppression to break through the first-order extraordinary. How could they compare?

Various factors led to the decline of the human race.

They eked out a living, hiding in the secret realm; as for the clansmen outside who were enslaved and slaughtered, they really couldn't protect them.

However…

Misfortunes never come singly; a month ago, the secret realm, where they were barely surviving, also suffered a blow.

It was an external blow, a kind of insect they called space midges, which were gnawing at their secret realm.

They were also constantly dragging the secret realm, trying to drag it to an unknown region.

The human race had reached the edge of life and death.

Ji Zhongfu, who was already desperate, suddenly heard the report from his subordinates that the midges had weakened, but he had no joy at all.

It was still endless despair.

These mosquitoes were even more difficult to deal with; the human race had no record of them; they could directly gnaw at the barrier from the outside.

Where the outside of the secret realm was, they didn't even know.

Ji Zhongfu was the only second-order existence of the human race.

Before the collapse of the myriad realms, he was at the peak of the entrance order, only one retreat away from breaking through the extraordinary.

Later, after the collapse of the myriad realms, he witnessed the loss of control upon entering the order, so he suppressed the breakthrough.

This suppression lasted for more than ten years; finally, six years ago, he discovered the stone pearl that could suppress the will, and in one fell swoop, he reached the middle and late stages of the first order.

Although the human race is currently very pitiful, it was, after all, the overlord of endless years.

As the patriarch, he carried the fortune of the human race, coupled with his inherently monstrous aptitude, he was a direct descendant of the Space God Ancestor.

All these factors converged, allowing him to achieve the second order in six years.

"Patriarch, let's fight those freaks; I've had enough," said the clansman who reported to him, after conveying that the midges had decreased, but seeing that the patriarch did not have a trace of joy.

He who had long suffered enough, spoke out.

"No, no," Ji Zhongfu quickly stopped him.

The so-called fighting with the freaks was not fighting with the mosquitoes; they simply couldn't understand what the mosquitoes were.

The so-called freaks were the human realm outside the secret realm.

Ji Zhongfu was only second-order; he entered the second order late; he heard that the strongest second-order in the barbaric demon and ghost realms were already in the middle and late stages of the second order.

Although humans have always crushed other races, and even humans of the same level can cross levels, Ji Zhongfu is not afraid of any alien second-order.

But after all, he is only one person; even if he is comparable to the Eight Ancestors, what about fighting six against one?

What if there are more than ten second-order experts from alien races?

What's more, there are still the backup plans left by the heavens of the four major realms?

If those supreme treasures could be summoned in the human realm, even if he were third-order, he would die without a burial place.

The clansmen are frustrated; isn't he too? But as long as he can eke out a living for one more day, as the patriarch, he must control the clansmen, not to lose control no matter how frustrated he is.

"Endure, endure. We still have hope," Ji Zhongfu comforted.

But he didn't say it with enough confidence; where was the hope?

He didn't know either.

In the sub-spatial layer.

The rapidly approaching mosquito quickly crashed into the Azure Cloud Boat.

Although Liu Wenhe was nervous, he had already barely merged with the aura of the Azure Cloud Boat, and he could receive simple transmissions from the Azure Cloud Boat.

That is, the Azure Cloud Boat is not afraid of these mosquitoes; these mosquitoes simply cannot break its defense.

Before the Azure Cloud Boat was refined, it was also a strange existence; as long as it is strange, it is an existence under the operation of rules.

As long as there is a rule existence, it is the top-level creature of the myriad realms, even if it is a special strange creature.

These mosquitoes are only numerous and were born in the sub-space due to special good fortune; it does not mean they are very strong.

They are only naturally suitable for survival here.

Such as their special body structure, with small openings running through everywhere, allowing the storms of spatial turbulence to pass through the body to the greatest extent, avoiding being crushed and blown away.

All the abilities of the body are concentrated on the mouth and mucus with special corrosive space properties.

This kind of sharp weapon and corrosive liquid can cause damage to special spaces, but the power of rules has no effect on the defense of the Azure Cloud Boat.

If strangeness could be solved by quantity and power, strangeness would not be so unsolvable.

Some strange rules are immune to all physical-level energy; that's how perverted they are.

To deal with this kind of strangeness, you need to start from the metaphysical level, even from the rules and mysteries.

"Ah, no, it's crashing, it's crashing," Pillar shouted at the top of his lungs.

This shout scared everyone quite a bit.

After all, these cultivators have no confidence and don't know if the Azure Cloud Boat will work.

Even if they unconditionally trust the Xuan Master, as long as they are not mindless puppets.

Anyone who encounters a crisis, a creature with normal thinking will worry and panic.

"Pillar, shut up," Uncle Tie hurriedly covered Pillar's mouth awkwardly.

Although he was also trembling, Pillar was more embarrassing than him.

In fact, everyone was like him, holding back from embarrassing themselves, not shouting loudly.

Instead, this child… um, called Pillar, right?

Very good; this shout brought out all of my worries and nervousness.

It also avoided the embarrassment of not being able to help but shout it out myself.

Everyone did not blame Pillar.