Not Trying
Even though Wu Guang and the top-tier Gold Badge [Jianfeng] from the same world entered the [Demon Realm], they inevitably learned of this news.
By the same token, most Survivors should already be aware of this news.
"So what about this era?"
[Jianfeng] didn't respond to him, his gaze remaining fixed on his own knife, and asked to himself.
[Wu Guang] didn't take him with him in the previous two eras, so he took the initiative to come and find him in this era.
[Jianfeng] cleaved the barrier between the [Demon Realm] and the mortal world with a single stroke, and the two entered the [Demon Realm].
The Demon Realm is described as a world of pure spiritual energy, but it can actually contain physical matter.
Ordinary Eleventh Ring powerhouses can only stay briefly; if they stay for too long, their God Corpse will be Corrosion the turbid energy of the Demon Realm, and their Lifespan will be shortened.
The two of them entered using [Jianfeng], and although they haven't yet reached the Eleventh Ring level, they aren't worried about the impact.
Survival Games rarely see Survivors die of old age, and even those whose Lifespan is deliberately drained are rare.
"Let's divide the work." Wu Guang rested her head on her arms, lying comfortably on the surface of the Mana river, watching the native Demon Realm creatures surging in from afar.
"You ventured deep into the Demon Realm, wielding Authority over one of the seven major Demon God factions; I remained in the mortal world, overseeing the overall strategy."
All powerful individuals who enter the [Demon Realm] will be subjected to endless attacks from the [Demon Realm Creatures].
Regardless of whether they win or lose, the death of the Demon Realm beings will cause some degree of Corrosion to the intruder. The more Corrosion they suffer in a short period of time, the easier it is for them to become [God-Corpse Transformation], and their lifespan will also be greatly affected.
Therefore, in addition to the beings of the Demon Realm, there are also many powerful beings who have transformed into God Corpse.
[Jianfeng] stared intently at his sword until a group of people with an average strength of seven rings rushed to within a kilometer of him.
A simple horizontal slash.
Despite no physical or energy contact whatsoever, the horde of monsters in front of them shattered like building blocks.
Then, [Jianfeng]'s aura began to rise.
"The mortal world is not suitable for you; a place like the [Demon Realm] is the most suitable for you."
Wu Guang pondered for a moment, then continued.
"There are seven Weaving Magic systems in this world: Shaping, Abjuration, Conjuration, Prophecy, Enchantment, Illusion Arts, and Necromancy. All spellweaver Spell is derived from and combined from these seven schools."
"The so-called Seven-Nation Federation consists of seven factions that control the application of seven major schools of thought, monopolize the orthodox cultivation system, and firmly hold the foundation of this world."
"Coincidentally, the [Demon Gods ] are also divided into seven factions: Myriad Transformations, World Ward, Origin Summoning, Prophecy, Heart Nexus, Manifestation, and Life Breath."
"Myriad Transformations...?" [Jianfeng] instantly understood [Wu Guang]'s meaning.
"Go, if you don't ascend to the highest place, how will the heavens know your name [Jianfeng]?" [Wu Guang] said with a smile.
"And what about you? Don't you go looking for Silk Women in your time?"
Wu Guang's smile froze.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his tone indifferent:
"I already have allies; there's no need to search further. Remember, I will not ally with anyone, including you. From this day forward, you are my subordinate; simply follow my orders."
"I still have countless Clones in the mortal realm laying out my plans. As for this Clone in the Demon Realm, I just need to observe and wait."
After speaking, [Wu Guang] closed her eyes.
Jianfeng nodded slightly, and without further hesitation, turned and walked towards the faintly visible God Corpse deep within the Demon Realm.
The road ahead is only filled with endless slaughter, the whispers of Evil Gods, and a long, lonely night.
He had long been accustomed to living alone, his sword his only companion for the rest of his life, never questioning his destination.
Fortunately, he's gotten used to it.
You are not alone; our Fates were already sealed.
Just as he was disappearing into the distance, [Wu Guang]'s voice drifted from behind, low and eerie, carrying with it fragmented whispers of Evil God:
[Jianfeng] gave no response; he had already said everything that needed to be said about this era, and there was no need for him to speak further.
[Wu Guang] lay there for a long time.
Finally, he sighed:
"Only you would call them Evil Gods."
Above the vast Floating Continent of Harmonia stands the most sacred and majestic colossal structure in this world— the Church's Main Holy Hall.
The origins of the Church are lost to history. It existed long before the beginning of the Prosperity Era 100,000 years ago, transcending the rise and fall of dynasties and powers.
Over the course of a hundred thousand years, the Church has undergone countless changes, reshuffles, and reconstructions. Political power, faith, ethnicity, and doctrines have changed hands many times, but the banner of the Church has remained steadfast, always occupying a sacred and supreme position in this world.
Just like Rome, even if the regime, religion, ethnicity, capital, and language all change, as long as that flag is raised, the name is legitimate and will last for generations.
The core plain of the entire Floating Continent of Harmonia was completely flattened by the immense power of millions of years, leaving no mountains or rivers, no bustling markets or cooking fires, and no trace of mortal life.
A colossal Holy Hall spanning the heavens and the earth stands alone.
The grandeur of the vast landscapes and countless kingdoms of the mortal world cannot compare to a single wall or arch of this structure. The magnificence that people can imagine to the fullest extent pales in comparison to this sacred behemoth that dominates a region and whose size rivals that of a royal domain.
The entire Holy Hall was cast from eternal milky-white magic stone, remaining uncorroded and unaffected for thousands of years, its surface shimmering with a faint, Holy Light.
The three sacred arches stand majestically, with the central main gate reaching a height of one thousand meters.
The heavy, dark silver sacred gate is engraved with thousands of reliefs depicting the Epic of gods and demons and the Judgment of original sin. The wings of a single angel relief span a hundred meters, and mortals looking up cannot even finish the intricate patterns of the reliefs.
Seventy-two towering pagodas, each a thousand feet tall, pierce the clouds and surround the main hall. The Holy Fire that never go out at the top of the pagodas hang high in the sky, their blazing light illuminating the vast expanse of heaven. Layer upon layer of giant arched beams and flying buttresses crisscross, creating a magnificent outline of the hall that stretches for dozens of miles.
Tens of millions of pilgrims knelt on the ground, their clothes tattered from their long journeys, their tiny bodies crowding the entire square. Against the backdrop of the ancient Holy Temple, they were nothing more than specks of dust floating in the wind.
Knight the Holy Temple, clad in gilded armor, stood in solemn ranks. White-robed priests, Weave Mage, Archmage, and noble Lords with ceremonial regalia moved about, their clamor and Hindered Steps easily suppressed by this majestic holy court.
The winds of time sweep across the land, but the Holy Hall remains steadfast through the ages.
In this world, all spirits worship, and one temple reigns supreme.
Wow, this is so high-class! How much longer are we going to kneel like this?
Ansen asked this question.
"Isn't this Fairy Tale you wrote? How would I know?" Mu Hongyuan replied.
"Shut up! No noise is allowed in the Holy Temple; He dislikes noise!" A devout believer beside them immediately lowered his voice and warned the two sternly, his eyes filled with awe.
Ansen shrugged.
The two were born in very close locations in this era, Ansen, who had crossed time, returned to Mu Hongyuan's grasp before he could even run away.
If you don't work hard, you'll become Fairy's plaything.