Heaven and Earth Cataclysm, A New Era

Jiang Ping felt as if he were watching a blockbuster movie like "2012" or "Deep Impact." The entire Primordial World was facing an apocalyptic crisis.

Volcanoes erupted one after another, destabilizing the Earth's crust. Continents began to split apart, and the endless ocean waters surged into the fissures like water dragons, churning and roaring. This caused the cracks in the earth to widen, and the landmass fragments drifted further apart.

Seawater swept across the land, instantly drowning countless creatures in colossal waves. The Human King and the Ant Queen gathered their forces to resist this cataclysmic event.

In the face of such world-altering power, their strength was useless. The surviving five Divine Guards immediately rushed to the Ant Queen's location.

Behind them, their vast armies were submerged by the surging waters, resulting in immense casualties and widespread suffering across the land.

The heavily injured Human King, his face pale, commanded the Human Race to seek refuge. However, the catastrophe was too sudden, too swift!

Tens of millions perished within half an hour, including many of the most outstanding among the transcendent beings.

"Human King, you must leave! If you don't go now, you won't be able to!" a Human Race warrior urged.

Human King Qi, his face pale, was suppressing the collapsing earth. If he were to leave now, the land would disintegrate instantly, and no one here would be able to escape.

The Human King solemnly handed the Spear of Destiny to the warrior. "Take this artifact of inheritance and quickly lead our people away!"

Others tried to persuade him further, but the Human King's mind was made up. Moreover, the current situation allowed no room for hesitation.

Hundreds of thousands of lives were lost every minute.

On this day, the Ninth Generation Human King Qi, to buy precious time for the Human Race to retreat, suppressed the earth with his severely injured body for two hours. He ultimately transformed into an eternal monument, swallowed by molten lava, and sank deep into the earth.

Jiang Ping could see that this last Human King was no weaker than any of his predecessors. Even in death, he stood tall and unyielding in the center of the earth, refusing to bow his proud spine.

Amidst the fiery ocean of lava, the floating land fragments, and the myriad of fleeing beings, this solitary figure was exceptionally striking. Jiang Ping was filled with emotion, knowing he would likely never forget this scene.

The Creation Diary updated its log: Primordial Calendar, end of the Middle Ancient Era. The Ten Thousand Races War, the Sacred Tree's sacrifice, the Supercontinent's collapse, the heavens and earth shattered, the world disintegrated, no longer a unified whole.

The Human King lineage ended with the ninth generation. The Devouring Ants, dwelling deep underground, suffered heavy losses and never regained their former glory.

The Ten Thousand Races withered. The remaining survivors were scattered across various corners of the world, surrounded by the endless ocean, making communication difficult. Civilization regressed, and the world entered a new chapter.

"Snap!"

Jiang Ping abruptly closed the Creation Diary and shut his eyes, savoring the splendor of this epoch. Without a doubt, the Middle Ancient Era had been incredibly glorious, yielding him far more than all previous epochs combined: the Longevity Potion, three top-tier cultivation methods, and the energy feedback that was still pending.

Though the duration was short, Jiang Ping felt as if he had witnessed the grandeur of an entire epoch. He couldn't help but close his eyes and ponder.

Gradually, he drifted into sleep. In his dream, he saw the young Wuma again, at the time he had just received his divine revelation, full of vigor and ambition. In his later years, Wuma had longed to see him one last time, but unfortunately, Jiang Ping had never appeared.

At that time, Jiang Ping believed that the first-generation Human King, Wuma, even as a powerful ruler, would seek his guidance on the path to longevity in his final moments.

This time, in his dream, Jiang Ping understood that Wuma had simply wanted to thank him properly and to ask if he had completed the task Jiang Ping had given him.

Looking at the phantom before him, even though Jiang Ping knew it was just a dream, he smiled and nodded:

"You exceeded my expectations. I only gave you the seed; it is your achievement to make it sprout and grow into a towering tree. Without you, there would be no Human Race, the rulers of the land, that followed."

Upon hearing Jiang Ping's answer, Wuma's phantom seemed relieved, and with a satisfied expression, he dissolved into countless points of light and vanished into the darkness.

Afterward, Jiang Ping also saw Lian Shan and other kings of the Ten Thousand Races. Most of them were the strongest individuals of the Middle Ancient Era, or top sages in other fields. They had all left a significant mark on history and represented the essence of this epoch.

Jiang Ping watched for a long time and waited, but finally, he did not see the little one he wished to see.

Thinking of her repeated nirvanas, Jiang Ping fell into deep thought.

The rooster crows, and the world awakens.

As the sun rose, illuminating all things, Jiang Ping awoke feeling refreshed, his body brimming with boundless energy. He extended a finger and clenched it in the air.

"Boom!"

A sonic boom instantly echoed. Having absorbed the energy from the cataclysm at the end of the Middle Ancient Era, Jiang Ping had evolved once more. He couldn't help but smile, "This feedback is far richer than before. It seems not only were there many creatures who died, but their quality was also very high."

This was merely the feedback from one epoch's catastrophe. If a world entered its twilight years, how much greater would the surprise be from a world-ending cataclysm?

Filled with hope for the future, Jiang Ping, neglecting to eat, hurried to check the current state of the Primordial World.

He was shocked by what he saw. The Primordial World was now divided by oceans, and after the collapse of the Supercontinent, the world was no longer a unified whole. Continental fragments floated like small islands in the endless sea.

Powerful civilizations were now isolated. The Human Race's greatest advantage had vanished, and civilization began to regress. Many people were stranded on different continents, never to interact again in their lifetimes.

The glory of the past, the era when they ruled the Supercontinent, the creation of the nine-hundred-meter statue of the Creation God, the Human King who was the lord of all races, and the unimaginably advanced alchemical firearms could only be recalled through ancient murals.

As history became stories, stories became legends, and legends became myths.

Almost everyone believed the Supercontinent was merely a myth, and the Creation God was an imagined being of ancient humans.

The kings who once dominated the world had long since vanished into the mists of time!

Even the artifact of inheritance, the Spear of Destiny, was lost during the great migration. How could modern humans believe such distant history?

Jiang Ping narrowed his eyes and began to use his Creation God authority to search the world.

Instantly, every corner of the heavens and earth appeared in Jiang Ping's vision. Streams of data flowed into his mind. If not for the Creation Diary's assistance, the sheer volume of information in that brief moment would have caused his head to explode.

Jiang Ping saw the Spear of Destiny lying quietly in a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. It appeared to have been lost during the chaos of that time.

The material of the Spear of Destiny itself was quite ordinary; it was merely a spear Jiang Ping had casually created. However, it contained a trace of divine creation authority, making it indestructible and immune to all calamities.

"Has the Spear of Destiny completed its historical mission?"

Looking at the spear in the depths of the endless ocean, Jiang Ping did not intervene, allowing it to disappear from the world and cease to shine.

Perhaps disappearing forever into the river of history was also a beautiful outcome.

"Huh? Queen Bersha hasn't died of old age yet?" Jiang Ping turned his gaze to the Tablet of Truth, discovering a peculiar scene.

At this moment, the Ant Queen was covered in wounds. Its body was ancient and decaying, exuding an aura of death. A pair of cloudy compound eyes stared intently at the stone tablet before it.

This research continued for several more years. As always, the Ant Queen had achieved no results. She had survived the catastrophe at the end of the Middle Ages, yet she still could not escape time.

She had tried every method of extending her life, even finding and developing the formula for the Longevity Potion, long lost by the Human Race. However, after living for so many years, she felt that death was only a step away!

"Truly unwilling to accept this!" The Ant Queen flashed with unwillingness, then mocked herself, "Perhaps I am now the oldest living creature in the world."

Affected by the catastrophe, the Devouring Ants were also torn into countless pieces. Coupled with Queen Bersha's increasing age, the Ant Tribe, previously suppressed by her, erupted. On pieces of continental fragments, various Ant Queens appeared.

As time passed, Bersha had long lost her ability to reproduce. Even the other Ant Queens were unaware that this most ancient progenitor was still alive. However, Queen Bersha was unwilling to die of old age, and thus continued to struggle.

She closed her eyes and fell into slumber once more, preserving her only faint spark of life.