The End of an Era

As a professional chef, he believes that Nai Zi has a high liver fire element.

Even though he was laughing so hard his body was rotting, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

The Nai Zi left, leaving only the lifeless creature laughing wildly for a thousand kilometers around, along with the laughing Lan Cijiu and the Narrator.

The next moment, the Narrator had been laughing wildly, also left.

All that remained was a bewildered, wildly laughing Lan Cijiu.

He had clearly injured his opponent, but he had also seriously wounded him.

Why, why can't I feel any pleasure at all?

After a nonsensical and inexplicable fight ended, Lan Cijiu saw the tide of spatial collapse surging in, accelerating continuously.

"It seems they cannot stop the [food's] devouring, nor can they find a way to maintain world stability. This era has ended."

He closed his eyes slightly, Chef's Fire within him, and began to rebuild his body and soul to suppress the symptoms of his manic laughter.

The tide of spatial collapse surged ever more fiercely under the terrifying force of gravity, instantly dragging Lan Cijiu into Chaos.

Then he heard... laughter?

Opening my eyes, I saw Rainbow Threads ribbons drifting and wandering in the Chaos, each thread entwined with manic laughter, densely woven into a large net.

The Rainbow Threads had been lurking in the Chaos for some time. When they saw him fall, they laughed wildly and surrounded him, entangling him into a large cocoon.

Looking down from that Chaos direction, Lan Cijiu saw a figure carrying the shattered Blood-Colored World on its shoulders, silently walking upwards on Rainbow Threads.

Above the Chaos, a figure in a black robe held a severed head in his hand, gazing into the depths, seemingly looking at something unknown.

The head spoke, "Why don't you kill me?"

The figure in black robes did not answer. After a long while, he slowly said:

"You're the most cunning person in this Dungeon. In the next era, I'll come looking for you first."

"Hehe, I'll be waiting for you."

This was the last scene Lan Cijiu saw before he was completely wrapped in Rainbow Threads.

Loss of sight. The world will be destroyed before the end of time.

An era ends, beginning in the Dark Abyss.

Its form is as thin as dust, hidden in a corner of the universe, slowly swallowing up the myriad phenomena of the stars and rivers. The vast world collapses in turn, and all living things return to Ethereal. Fruit Position those who once held the position of Heavenly Dao, not one in ten survives, their bodies perishing and their forms vanishing.

With the destruction of heaven and earth, the ruins plunged into Chaos. Several supreme beings from beyond the realm clashed here. Their power collided, shaking the eight wastelands, and the Chaos energy surged endlessly.

They fought to the very edge of the universe, even obliterating the Great Dao.

Chaos countless destructions, Demon God from beyond the realms emerged, wielding Rainbow Threads, and existed alone in the vast Grand Void.

The Space Dao Master guards the border alone, protecting the survivors of the collapsed world and providing them with a place to live.

"Heavenly Emperor, have you noticed a problem?"

The Void Sea surged and churned, with fragmented dimensional debris rising and falling with the waves.

Layton is now just a lonely head, held in Ye Fan's arms with one hand, drifting with the current.

Even with his injuries so severe, he couldn't stay still and asked a question.

How so?

Ye Fan's condition was average. The two of them had repeatedly provoked a top-level Martial Dao Civilization in the Primordial World. The opponent's system was strange and its ability to trace back was extremely strong. Even though they had been escaping across planes for many days, the cause and effect of the pursuit behind them had not been completely severed, and they were always like a thorn in their side.

Perhaps, being hunted down is the true destiny of Protagonist.

"You said that most of the other Survivors we encountered were in groups of three or five, and most of them were in the same plane at the same time, so they were able to stick together at the beginning. Why are there only two of us in our world?"

"Um... I don't know, but I do know that the person with the Rainbow Badge I encountered a few days ago was the same person. Is it possible that the system's Large Dungeon slots are allocated solely based on the number of banners, or overall strength?"

Ye Fan pondered for a while, watching Layton's body slowly recover.

"That makes sense."

The transparent energy spheres floating beside the two shimmered with a faint glow, and a refined, neutral voice emanated from them.

"Your Survivor slot allocation was most likely based solely on stats. The five team Survivors you casually kicked away earlier only had a maximum Attribute of 27, with Attribute weakest barely reaching 25. If the allocation were based on total strength, to match the combined strength of the two of you, the average Attribute of the opposing team's five members would need to be at least 28.5 or higher."

[String Civilization] One of the Nine Strings -- [Dina String]!

Besides Zuo Guxian participating in Large Dungeons with the Scholars, the String Civilization considered for a period of time and increased its investment in Layton, lending him all the remaining usable individual weapons. In addition, they sent one of the Nine Strings to broaden their horizons.

This at least proves that the Survivors ' explanation wasn't deceiving them.

"That was enjoyable." Layton's body grew into a human form, his eyes gazing blankly into the depths of the Void.

Wasn't it supposed to be that martial artists were all martial artists or martial masters? The Martial Dao Civilization we provoked a few days ago turned out to be all about Curses, cultivating all sorts of powerful Curses for combat. On the surface, they were all full of Blood Qi and passion, but in reality, they were all carrying a huge amount of Curses.

Layton's injuries weren't caused by direct combat with that civilization. He stayed in that civilization for a few days, and when he teleported away, the Curses that had unknowingly accumulated in his body all erupted, leaving him with only his head.

"Damn, how can these people be so cunning?" Layton couldn't help but wash his face with his hands, recalling his experience entering this Dungeon.

A civilization of immortal Body Refining where everyone is invincible in melee combat; a magical civilization that cultivates both magic and martial arts and is also proficient in technology; a heretical civilization that believes in itself and efficiently exploits the faith of its victims; and multi-system plunderers who traverse between smaller planes...

"The hybrid systems of the Primordial World and the geographical connections created by tens of thousands of smaller planes have given rise to many civilizations with mixed paths, as well as many supreme beings with single systems. This kind of world structure is theoretically extremely difficult to exist."

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't speak, Dina String started talking to himself while continuing to think.

The techniques and theories provided by the Scholars in the Land of Darkness were extremely useful, though they were fundamental, but they were so fundamental that they practically dissected the theoretical logic of every extraordinary system.

Each extraordinary system is actually quite dependent on the World Rules. Since so many extraordinary systems can grow naturally in this world, the World Rules must be extremely fragmented in Dina String's view.

"I don't think the normal world would last this long. It's fucking ugly, like it was designed specifically to raise venomous insects," Dina String continued his analysis, even swearing.

As a civilization that has been detached from its home planet for tens of thousands of years, the String Civilization has always believed that the world is beautiful.

The Primordial World before them completely contradicted their worldview and even their philosophy.

It doesn't seem like a product of natural Evolution; rather, it's more like an experimental field pieced together by people using scraps from different worlds.

"Large Dungeons are generated by the system to compete for Career Advancement Qualifications. So what if they're a little ugly? The system definitely prioritizes the Survivors ' design over the world's aesthetics." Layton didn't think much of it.

However, the civilizations in this Large Dungeon are indeed too powerful, putting immense pressure on the Survivors. Many strong and ancient civilizations even avoid the Rainbow Badge.

Unlike most of the civilizations Layton encountered while roaming the heavens, this was likely due to the difference between closed and open civilizations.

After the Survivors left the Survival Game, they discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.