A Gaze Across a Cycle

When the rabbit died, the fox grieved. She too had once been a supreme overlord, ruling seventy percent of the world at her peak. The earth lay prostrate beneath her feet, and the powerful among the Myriad Races trembled before her.

But now, she was merely a flickering candle in the wind, her flame of life liable to go out at any moment.

At last, Queen Bersha seemed to have made up her mind. The fall of this new generation's protagonist had deeply affected her. Without surpassing the mortal realm, even if she continued to cling to life, time would eventually kill her.

Only by transcending upward, ascending from mortal to god, could she continue the flame of her life. The Ant Queen once again gazed silently at the Tablet of Truth.

After studying it for ten thousand years without gaining anything, she had tried every possible method over those long years: fire, water, underground magma, the crushing pressure of the deep sea.

She had even ordered her army to scour the world for the most poisonous substances in order to corrode the tablet. After fusing ten thousand poisons, she soaked the tablet in the most wicked and venomous blood in the world.

Yet countless attacks had failed to leave even the slightest mark on the tablet!

That tiny detail alone nearly drove the Ant Queen to despair.

"Only gods can oppose gods!"

Bersha closed her compound eyes and slowly fed the tablet into her abdomen with her four dark limbs.

Soon, she had swallowed the tablet completely. The Ant Queen began to hide and slumber once more. When she awakened again, she would surely shake the heavens and earth!

Jiang Ping, asleep in his dreams, never could have imagined that while sitting safely at home, trouble would fall from the sky.

Instead of staying home and waiting for death, the Ant Queen was actually still planning to make a huge splash.

Time flew by. Many years later, the earth was flourishing in peace and prosperity. The deeds of the Sea King from back then still echoed through streets and alleys, inspiring countless ambitious youths to venture into the oceans. The various powerful minority races had also begun trading with the major human kingdoms.

Unfortunately, during this period, stories about the God of Luck became far fewer, even to the point of vanishing entirely. Most of the tales in circulation were simply made up by people themselves.

Countless people sighed that the god had once again departed, returning to the Supreme Heavenly Realm. Bards joked, "Perhaps the God of Luck is merely taking a nap."

To everyone's surprise, they scoffed at that. "How could a god possibly need sleep? Do you think he's like us?" people cursed.

Gods naturally lived in enormous palaces made of gold, drank endless immortal wine, were attended day and night by countless beauties of the Myriad Races, and watched the rise and fall of the mortal world.

That day, a continent deep beneath a certain ocean suddenly began to tremble. A world-shaking roar suddenly erupted from the earth ten thousand meters below.

"Awoo~!"

An overbearing voice shook the mountain peaks. Countless boulders rolled down from the mountaintops, sending ferocious birds and exotic beasts fleeing in panic.

The Supernatural Demonic Beasts hidden in every corner of the continent also turned and fled, forming waves of beasts rushing toward the ocean, as though some great terror had appeared upon this land!

"An earthquake?"

The Human Race kingdoms on the continent were dumbfounded.

On the largest and strongest continent, formed from the gathered remnants of the former central land, the strongest Royal Saint suddenly changed expression. He stared solemnly toward the depths of the distant earth.

"Such might is simply impossible in this world. Even the ancient Human King was not one ten-thousandth as powerful!" With a grave expression, he began sending messages to summon the continent's strongest experts.

"A god has descended? Such an evil aura... it seems an Abomination of God has been born!"

Devouring Ants all over the world suddenly stopped working. Even the foolish Worker Ants sensed that such a terrifying existence had been born within their colony.

"Has the King been born?" A trembling Ant Queen asked shakily.

Two crimson beams shot into the sky, piercing through ten thousand zhang of earth and illuminating the world. Even the clouds high above were scattered by the two red beams. Faintly, it seemed as though the entire Primordial World had trembled.

It shook heaven and made ghosts weep! No description could have been more fitting!

Ten thousand meters beneath the earth, a humanoid creature less than two meters tall withdrew his gaze. His entire body was pitch-black, and countless profound patterns occasionally flashed across his armor.

Even the most learned scholars could barely recognize one or two of them. Yet those one or two were secrets never passed down by the ancient Human Race. Some were even ultimate secret arts from the Human King's inheritance.

There were also the innate talents of supreme demonic beasts such as Dragons and Behemoths. All of them had been inscribed upon this newborn creature's shell, gathering the essence of the Myriad Races into one body.

The mysterious creature looked coldly at his mother beside him. His eyes seemed utterly devoid of emotion. He was a natural king, the strongest life-form ever to exist in this world!

Queen Bersha's bloated abdomen had been cut open. Without question, he had just created this masterpiece himself.

Bersha looked at her son with exhaustion and relief. She laughed.

"Child, you are even more perfect than I imagined. You possess the talents of the Myriad Races and have fused with a God-bestowed Treasure. Neither heaven nor earth can bind you!

"You are King Beo. You will lead me, lead the Devouring Ants, to sweep across heaven and earth and devour the world! You will accomplish the great cause I failed to complete!"

The Ant Queen's words were so shocking that ripples arose in the void. Bolts of illusory lightning appeared out of thin air, as though they intended to deliver Heaven's Punishment upon this creature that had shown disrespect to Heaven. Phantom figures of gods and demons appeared one after another, berating the Ant Queen.

The Ant King cast a cold glance at them and waved his hand. The void seemed to be smoothed flat by him. The lightning, strange phenomena, and roars of gods and demons all vanished.

Before the Ant Queen could marvel at the Ant King's divine power, she suddenly felt pain in her lower body. Bersha blankly Looked Towards beneath her. Her body and head had been separated, and her head was now held in the Ant King's hand!

"W-why?"

Black blood flowed from the corner of the mouth as Bersha stared at the newborn Ant King in disbelief.

The Ant King looked at his mother without any emotion in his eyes. "Devouring Ants do not need two kings!"

Smack!

Bersha's head fell to the ground, covered in dust. Bersha suddenly understood why the Ant King had acted.

The child she had personally given birth to had obedience to her commands engraved deep within his genes. By all reason, he should never have been able to entertain the thought of killing her.

The Ant King was the greatest masterpiece of the Devouring Ants. Naturally, he had brought the Devouring Ants' ruthless slaughter to its utmost extreme.

Queen Bersha suddenly felt at peace. She quietly gazed at her son. The Ant King's scarlet bloodshot eyes contained not the slightest trace of abnormality. It was as though, in his eyes, nothing in the world could move him.

Two generations of kings, two generations of protagonists, quietly looked at each other. The aging king was on her last breath, while the newborn king brimmed with vitality, his Combat Power reaching the heavens.

A gaze across a cycle.

Bersha suddenly thought of herself when she had first been born, filled with ambition, lurking deep beneath the earth and gathering strength as she waited to conquer the world.

The Ant King now was so much like her back then.

"I once was you. You will eventually become me."

Bersha suddenly spoke with a sigh. "Beware the other God-bestowed Treasure, the Spear of Destiny. It is the only weapon in the world capable of threatening you. You must find it, devour it, and then raise your spear of rebellion against the gods!"

A trace of surprise flashed through the Ant King's eyes, though it vanished in an instant. He had not expected that, before dying, the Ant Queen could still reveal his final weakness.

Boom!

King Beo crushed the Ant Queen's head beneath his foot. Fragments and blood splattered everywhere. Her body, tempered over a million years, was no different from tofu in his eyes.

"...You might still be able to create another me."

A long while later, that voice echoed through the dark city.

In the Third Dimension, Jiang Ping was sleeping soundly when a beam of white light suddenly shot from between his brows. The Creation Diary flew out, its pages rustling as they turned by themselves without wind. Words automatically appeared on the second page.

Primordial Calendar, New Century. Queen Bersha devoured the Tablet of Truth. After a hundred years of preparation, she exhausted the foundation of her entire life to give birth to one who gathered the essence of the Myriad Races.

The Ant King who surpassed the limits of the world—the most wicked, evil, and powerful King Beo—appeared, shaking heaven and making ghosts weep. His mother, the Ant Queen, was also personally slain by him.

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