"Of course, old man, now that you've made your choice, you can die."
Ye Changge stood with his hands behind his back in the Deep Space, his black robes fluttering in the invisible gale, his face as calm as a bottomless, icy pool. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, yet they concealed a sharpness capable of crushing Myriad Races, as if the confrontation before him was nothing more than an ant touching the Reverse Scale of a true dragon, destined to be shattered to pieces.
"Want to kill me? You, Ye Changge, are not worthy."
An aged voice, carrying a chilling aura, rolled out from the throat of the Black Qilin Clan Ancestor.
The old man's hair and beard stood on end, and his body was surrounded by dark mist formed from the Deep Space. Every wrinkle exuded the terrifying pressure of the Third Layer of the Finality Realm, as if the surrounding stars would suddenly collapse if he had a single thought.
Before he finished speaking, the old man's figure suddenly transformed into a phantom, merging into the boundless Deep Space. In an instant, his figure disappeared from the world, yet his presence lingered everywhere.
The oppressive force swept out like a tsunami, the sky trembled, the stars shook, and even the nebulae in the depths of Deep Space were shaken and scattered into dust, as if this world was about to be completely torn apart by his power.
"I told you, your strength is too weak."
Ye Changge remained calm, only slowly raising his right hand, a dazzling golden light condensing in his palm. The golden light was initially no bigger than his palm, but in an instant it transformed into a golden fist shadow that blotted out the sky, with the fist peak flowing with supreme power capable of Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting.
The shadow of his fist hung in the Deep Space, seemingly encompassing all the laws of heaven and earth. At this moment, Ye Changge was the embodiment of Invincible —no matter how strong he faced, a single punch was enough to decide life and death.
"Snort!"
The Black Qilin Clan Ancestor snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and apprehension.
He didn't believe that a Human Race cultivator could possess the power to crush someone at the Finality Realm.
As the cold snort faded, a black phantom that blotted out the sky suddenly emerged from the depths of Deep Space. It was a terrifying black Qilin, its scales as black as carved jade, its horns piercing through nebulae, and its body surging with Netherworld Karmic Fire capable of corroding all things.
The mere leakage of aura was enough to terrify the Black Qilin Clan members below, and a terrifying pressure condensed into a giant palm, slamming down fiercely towards the golden fist shadow.
The giant hand had five fingers as thick as mountains, and its palm was engraved with the totems of the Black Qilin Clan. It seemed to bear the pressure of Myriad Races and was about to shatter the golden fist shadow completely.
Rumble--
The golden fist and the black giant palm collided with a deafening roar, and the resulting energy shockwave spread like a tsunami.
The moment the giant black palm touched the fist shadow, it shattered like glass meeting a raging fire, dissipating into countless black fragments of light.
Upon seeing this, the Black Qilin Ancestor above changed his expression drastically, his previous arrogance turning into complete terror.
He watched helplessly as the golden fist shadow, undiminished in its momentum and carrying Heavenly Destruction power, crushed towards him. The golden light on the fist shadow almost burned his soul, making it tremble.
"My lord, save me!"
Fear completely engulfed this ancestor at the Third Layer of the Finality Realm. He could no longer maintain his former dignity and screamed, his voice filled with sobs, echoing in the Deep Space.
"Damn it, our ancestor actually asked for help? Does this Human Race really have the strength to annihilate my Black Qilin Clan?"
"How can a lowly Human Race be so strong? What is going on? Our Black Qilin Clan lives in the deepest part of Deep Space, revered by Myriad Races. Are we to be wiped out today?"
"What kind of monster has emerged from the Human Race? How can it be so powerful?"
"I refuse to accept this! What makes him so strong? What makes Human Race so superior to Myriad Races?"
Desperate roars erupted from the throats of the Black Qilin Clan members. They looked at the overwhelming golden fist shadow, and at the sight of their ancestor being powerless to resist. Their pride was utterly shattered.
Even a patriarch at the Third Layer Finality Realm couldn't withstand this punch; how could these ordinary clansmen possibly survive?
Just when the Black Qilin Clan was in despair and everyone thought that the annihilation of the clan was inevitable, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the Deep Space.
The ripples spread like water, and an invisible force suddenly burst forth from the ripples, striking the golden fist shadow precisely.
Bang--
The golden fist shadow was shattered by this strange power, turning into golden dust that dissipated into the air.
"Huh?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Changge's eyes. He looked up at the ripples in the Deep Space and said calmly, "Are you Deep Space Consciousness?"
A soft voice rang out, a voice as tender as a child's murmur, yet carrying the majesty of the Origin of heaven and earth. "Humans, you have slaughtered billions of races, can't you even spare one?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a small figure slowly emerged from the ripples in Deep Space.
He was a chubby little boy, wearing a red bib, barefoot, with skin as white as mutton fat jade, but his eyes held a vicissitude and complexity that did not match his age.
" Human Race? The protagonists of heaven and earth, once wiped out by Myriad Races, and you're saying a hundred billion people is too many?"
Ye Changge's voice suddenly turned cold. He stared at the little boy and said, word by word, "Then how many billions of my Human Race ancestors died tragically under the swords of Myriad Races? Back then, when they were hunted by Myriad Races, even infants in swaddling clothes and elderly people in their twilight years could not escape. Why didn't you come out and save them?"
"You..."
The little boy was taken aback by the question. He pointed his chubby little finger at Ye Changge, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.
Yes, that battle was a life-or-death catastrophe for Myriad Races and for Human Race. In those endless years, the Deep Space was filled with the blood and tears of Human Race. It had just gained consciousness then, merely a wisp of ignorant spirit in the Deep Space, watching helplessly as Human Race struggled.
It saw unarmed children trampled underfoot by cultivators of Myriad Races; it saw pregnant women, several months along, burned to charred remains by karmic fire; it saw an old man with white hair, using his last breath to crash into a powerful figure from Myriad Races, until his soul was scattered.
At that time, it had just gained sentience and was filled with fear. It didn't dare to make a sound, let alone try to save people.
Hundreds of millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now, the Human Race has returned to Deep Space and swept across Myriad Races with thunderous force. It stood aside, unable to even utter a word of rebuttal.
"Speechless now, huh?"
Ye Changge looked at the little boy's silent appearance, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his hand to throw out several shimmering, colorful spheres of light.
The sphere of light hovered in Deep Space, and as the light flowed, a series of horrific scenes suddenly appeared.
That was the battlefield where our Human Race angrily rebelled and slaughtered Myriad Races.
Countless Human Race warriors were covered in blood, their weapons dulled and worn. If their arms were severed, they kicked their enemies with their feet; if their legs were cut off, they rammed their foreheads into the cultivators of Myriad Races. Even two- or three-year-old children, holding weapons taller than themselves, stood in front of the Human Race formation, their eyes filled with determination.
The hundreds of millions of Human Race soldiers, from the strong to the ordinary, and even toddlers, did not retreat.
In the end, however, they were all slaughtered by the combined forces of Myriad Races.
Every time a Human Race settlement was conquered, the Myriad Races would set it ablaze, extinguishing all traces of books, traditions, and civilization in the flames. This resulted in countless Human Race territories being completely devastated, leaving only scorched earth.
The scenes shift and intertwine with blood and tears, each scene exuding a bone-chilling desolation.
The little boy stood to the side, watching these scenes, tears welling up in his eyes and sliding down his chubby cheeks.
He could clearly feel the despair and resentment of the Human Race in the scene, and he also remembered how he used to hide in a corner of Deep Space, trembling with fear.
"When I first gained consciousness, I was trembling with fear as I looked at all of this."
I dared not ask, dared not speak, and could only cower in a corner, pretending to be deaf and dumb.
The little boy's voice choked with sobs. He slowly walked behind Ye Changge, his small body slightly curled up, like a young animal that had found its refuge. His voice was full of regret and anger. "Now that the Human Race have returned, I just feel... you deserve to die."
"Sir, you can't do this!"