Human Race Doomsday?

Human Great Thousand World.

As the Centenary Day drew ever closer, the ordinary mortals and low-cultivation disciples within the Human Race still knew nothing, continuing to live as they always had.

Yet the experts, especially those in the True Lord Realm and Immortal King Realm, grew increasingly grave.

When ten years remained until the Centenary Day, the Human Race's experts flew one after another to the Zhengyi Sect. Yet there, they saw neither Zhengyi Immortal Emperor nor Wutian Immortal Emperor. They could not even find Song Zhong.

Only when five years remained until the Centenary Day did the bedraggled Zhengyi Immortal Emperor and Wutian Immortal Emperor finally appear.

The Human Race's experts immediately surrounded them and anxiously asked, "Zhengyi Immortal Emperor, the Centenary Day is almost here. Immortal Emperor, do you have a solution?"

"Immortal Emperor, what should we do?"

Zhengyi Immortal Emperor looked at the crowd around him and let out a helpless sigh.

Under normal circumstances, his injuries made it impossible for him to break through into the Supreme Realm. He could only venture out with his junior brother to see whether they might encounter some fortuitous opportunity and find a spiritual medicine that could heal his injuries and allow him to break through quickly. But how could fortuitous opportunities be so easily found?

Without a fortuitous opportunity, they had also wanted to find an expert who could shelter the Human Race. They had indeed found a cultivator who claimed that his Ancestor enjoyed traveling about and sheltering Great Thousand Worlds that lacked Supreme Realm experts.

But the price the other party demanded was too high. They simply did not have that many God Crystals to give him.

In the end, they truly could not remain in that world any longer and could only return to the Human Race.

"Do the two Immortal Emperors have no solution either?"

Everyone's hearts sank. Suddenly, someone asked, "Where is Song Zhong?"

"That's right, where is Song Zhong? We haven't seen him for so long."

"Didn't Song Zhong say he might have a solution?"

"Didn't Song Zhong enter some special place? Has he not returned yet?"

The news of Song Zhong entering the Realm of the Heavens had later been told to everyone.

At those words, Zhengyi Immortal Emperor and Wutian Immortal Emperor both froze, asking in return, "Song Zhong hasn't returned yet?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment. After so long, even if he had entered the final level, he should have returned by now, shouldn't he?

Their master had said back then that even Lord of Witchcraft Power had only taken about a year to enter the tenth level. Yet Song Zhong had spent so many years in the Realm of the Heavens and was still inside?

The final level!

After so much time, Song Zhong had to be in the final level.

They knew absolutely nothing about the final level.

But if Song Zhong had not returned, he could only be in the final level.

Sure enough, Song Zhong's strength among those of the same cultivation realm was among the very best throughout the entire Universe—perhaps even without equal.

It was just...

Perhaps when Song Zhong returned, the Great Thousand World he belonged to would no longer exist, leaving him only to drift outside.

Around them, the cultivators looked at the two Immortal Emperors, who likewise knew nothing of Song Zhong's whereabouts, and despair even appeared on their faces.

"So in the end, is our Human Race going to be wiped out?"

"Those damned foreign races— even if I die, I'll drag them down with me! I'm going to exterminate those foreign races!"

Some hot-tempered Immortal Kings even turned around and flew toward the Great Thousand Worlds once occupied by those foreign races.

Though they had won that battle, many foreign races had still hidden away. Over the years, they had continuously purged those foreign races, but the Great Thousand World was simply too vast. They had only cleared out a portion of them.

"That's right! Even if I die, I'll kill every last foreign race in our Human Great Thousand World!"

More and more experts flew into the distance, but some remained behind, gazing afar and hoping to wait for Song Zhong's arrival.

Yet day after day passed, and Song Zhong never appeared.

Within the Great Thousand Worlds previously occupied by the foreign races, foreign race members hid deep within, sensing the movements outside. Excitement appeared on their faces.

Deep beneath a volcano.

Two cultivators resembling members of the Ant Beast Clan looked at each other. One of them smiled and said, "The Human Race is panicking."

"What can they do even if they panic? Clearly, the Human Race has never produced a Supreme Realm expert, and the Centenary Day is about to arrive. When that time comes, they will all die!"

"That's right, they will all die. That Song Zhong will die as well. There will be no Human Race left in the future!"

"Conceal your auras. Don't let those humans discover us. I've been counting the days—there is about one month left before the Centenary Day arrives, and the Human Great Thousand World is destroyed!"

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, the final day had arrived.

Throughout the Human Race's major sects and schools, news that the Human Great Thousand World was about to be destroyed had spread completely.

It was already the final day. There was no need for them to conceal it any longer.

For a time, the entire Great Thousand World became deathly still, as if every cultivator's face was filled with despair.

"It is already the final day, and Song Zhong still hasn't returned. There will be no miracle."

"Our Human Race is about to perish."

"Even if I die, I'll drag someone down with me. When those foreign races invade, I refuse to believe I can't take one of their cultivators with me! My disciple can kill an Immortal Emperor, so why can't I?"

Within the Piaomiao Sect, a rare, chilling killing intent appeared in Forget-Thunder True Lord's eyes. He had nurtured his lightning for a very long time!

"You want to kill an Immortal Emperor? Break through to the Immortal King Realm first." Glacial Immortal King shot Forget-Thunder True Lord a disdainful glance, then turned to her disciple, who had been gazing into the distance, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wu Qingqing withdrew her gaze from the distance and said softly, "If he hasn't returned, he should still be alive, right?"

"Perhaps. But even if he survives, he will be duckweed without roots. In the whole world, he will be the only human left. How lonely that will be."

Beneath the pitch-black night sky.

Zhengyi Immortal Emperor flew upward, but before he had flown far, Wutian Immortal Emperor caught up from behind and asked, "Senior Brother, what are you going to do?"

Zhengyi Immortal Emperor sighed. "After daybreak, those foreign races will invade our Human Race. I want to take one last look at the Human Race."

"Is that all?" Wutian Immortal Emperor gently shook his head. "Knowing you, Senior Brother, you are probably planning to risk your life against them one more time."

Zhengyi Immortal Emperor did not deny it. As he continued flying upward, he said, "Junior Brother, you are different from them. You are already in the Immortal Emperor Realm. You have a chance to escape.

Tomorrow, first hide in..."

Before Zhengyi Immortal Emperor could finish, Wutian Immortal Emperor directly interrupted him. "Senior Brother, why don't you escape if you're saying all this? You want me to flee?

"Don't tell me we need to preserve the Human Race's spark.

"Isn't Song Zhong still outside?

"If I were a woman, then fine, I could fly away.

"But I'm a man. How am I supposed to preserve the spark with him?

"Enough, Senior Brother, say no more. Those foreign races will not give me the chance to escape anyway.

"Since that is the case, then I might as well take one last look at our Human Race. You want to see the Human Race one final time—could it be that I do not?"

After seeing the Human Race for the final time, death would naturally follow.

Zhengyi Immortal Emperor fell silent.

The two flew upward in silence. Before long, they reached the edge of the Human Great Thousand World.

At such a height, ordinary Immortal Kings could not fly there. Only those above the Immortal Emperor Realm could reach it.

No, that was not quite right. With Song Zhong's strength, he should be able to reach it as well.

Before long, they arrived at the edge of the Human Great Thousand World.

Beyond the Human Great Thousand World, a transparent curtain of light enveloped the entire Human Race. At this moment, the curtain appeared exceedingly thin, as though it might shatter at any time.

Outside the light curtain, five foreign race cultivators floated in the void.

The Insect Clan, Demon Race, Beast Race, Spirit Race, and Tentacle Clan—one cultivator from each race.

Supreme Realm beings!

Even Immortal Emperors could not directly come outside the Human Great Thousand World and stand still there. Only Supreme Realm experts could do so.

And surrounding those five Supreme Realm beings, Flying Boats floated in the air.

They carried the other experts of the five foreign races.

Naturally, they could not destroy the Human Great Thousand World by merely having Supreme Realm beings take action.

They were waiting for tomorrow to arrive, so they could attack the Human Great Thousand World at once!