A Gaze Across a Cycle

Like a dead rabbit, the fox grieves. She was once a ruler, dominating seventy percent of the world at her peak. The very earth bowed before her, and the strong of all races trembled in her presence.

But now, she was merely a candle in the wind, her flame of life threatening to extinguish at any moment.

Finally, Queen Bersha seemed to have made up her mind. The fall of the new generation's protagonist had deeply affected her. If she couldn't transcend the mortal realm, she would eventually be killed by time, no matter how long she lingered.

Only by transcending and becoming a god could she extend her flame of life. Queen Bersha once again quietly gazed at the Tablet of Truth.

Despite ten thousand years of research, she had gained nothing. In this vast stretch of time, she had tried everything: fire, water, underground magma, and the crushing depths of the ocean.

To even try to erode the tablet, she had once commanded her army to find the most poisonous substances in the world. After merging ten thousand types of toxins, she bathed the tablet in the most evil and potent blood in existence.

Yet, all her attacks left not a single trace on the tablet!

This minor detail alone almost drove Queen Bersha to despair.

"Only gods can fight gods!"

Bersha closed her compound eyes and slowly, using her four dark legs, sent the tablet into her abdomen.

Soon, the tablet was completely swallowed. The Queen began to slumber once more, and when she awoke, it would be with earth-shattering power!

Jiang Ping, sleeping soundly, never imagined that trouble would find him while he was just sitting at home.

Instead of waiting to die at home, Queen Bersha planned to make a huge splash.

Time flew by. Many years later, the land was prosperous and harmonious. The deeds of the Sea King still echoed in every street and alley, inspiring countless aspiring youths to venture into the ocean. Major, albeit few, powerful races also began to trade with the great human kingdoms.

However, it was regrettable that stories about the God of Luck became much fewer, even to the point of disappearing. Most of the tales circulating were fabricated.

Many people lamented that the gods had once again departed, returning to the Supreme Heavenly Realm. A bard joked, "Perhaps the God of Luck is just taking a nap."

Unexpectedly, everyone scoffed. "How could a god need to sleep? Do you think he's like us?" people cursed.

Gods, naturally, resided in magnificent palaces built of gold, drinking inexhaustible immortal wine, served daily by countless beautiful women from all races, watching the rise and fall of the mortal world.

One day, a continent deep within the ocean began to shake violently. A world-shattering roar erupted from the depths of the earth, ten thousand meters below.

"Awooo~!"

A majestic voice shook the peaks, causing countless rocks to tumble from the mountaintops, startling birds of prey and exotic beasts into fleeing in disarray.

Supernatural Demonic Beasts lurking in every corner of the continent also bolted, forming waves of beasts that surged towards the ocean, as if something terrifying was emerging from the land!

"An earthquake?"

The human kingdoms on the continent were bewildered.

On the largest and strongest continent, formed by the convergence of the original central lands, a supreme Royal Saint's expression suddenly changed drastically. He gazed intently into the depths of the distant earth with grave eyes.

"Such power is impossible in this world. Even the ancient Human King was not a fraction of this!" With a heavy expression, he began to send out summons for the continent's strongest individuals.

"Is a deity descending? The aura is so evil. It seems an Abomination of God has been born!"

Devouring Ants across the world suddenly stopped working. Even the most foolish worker ants sensed the birth of such a terrifying existence within their race.

"Has the King been born?" a trembling Queen Ant whispered hesitantly.

Two beams of red light shot into the sky, piercing through ten thousand meters of earth and illuminating the world. The clouds in the high sky were scattered by the two red beams, and it seemed as if the entire Primordial World itself trembled.

It was awe-inspiring and soul-stirring! Nothing could describe it better!

Ten thousand meters deep in the earth, a humanoid creature less than two meters tall retracted its gaze. Its entire body was dark, and its armor occasionally flashed with countless mysterious patterns.

Even the most learned scholars could only barely recognize one or two of them, and these were the lost secrets of the ancient Human Race, some even being the most guarded techniques of the Human King's lineage.

It also contained the innate abilities of supreme demonic beasts like Dragons and Behemoths, all inscribed onto the shell of this newborn creature, embodying the essence of all races.

The mysterious creature looked coldly at its mother beside it. Its eyes seemed devoid of any emotion; it was a natural king, the strongest being in the history of this world!

Queen Bersha's swollen abdomen had been cut open. Without a doubt, this masterpiece was his doing.

Bersha looked at her son with exhaustion and pride. She smiled.

"Child, you are even more perfect than I imagined. You possess the talents of all races, fused with a God-bestowed Treasure. Nothing in heaven or earth can restrain you!

You are King Beo, and you will lead me, lead the Devouring Ants to sweep across the heavens and devour the world! You will complete the great undertaking I could not!"

The Queen's words were so shocking that ripples spread through the void, and ethereal lightning appeared out of nowhere, as if to unleash Heaven's Punishment upon this disrespectful creature. Phantoms of gods and demons alike rebuked the Queen.

King Beo glanced coldly and waved his hand. The void seemed to be smoothed out by his gesture; all the lightning phenomena and the roars of gods and demons vanished.

Before the Queen could be shocked by King Beo's divine power, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body. Bersha stared blankly at herself, her body separated at the waist. Her head was being held in King Beo's single hand!

"Wh-why?"

Black blood trickled from Bersha's mouth as she looked at the newborn King with disbelief.

King Beo looked at his mother with emotionless eyes. "The Devouring Ants do not need two kings."

Splat

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

The child she had personally given birth to had obedience to her commands etched into his very genes. Logically, he should never have had the thought of killing her.

King Beo was the ultimate creation of the Devouring Ants, and naturally, he had also embodied their ruthless killing nature to the extreme.

Queen Bersha suddenly found peace. She quietly gazed at her son. King Beo's scarlet eyes showed no trace of emotion, as if nothing in this world could move him.

Two kings of successive generations, two protagonists, simply gazed at each other. The aging king was on his last breath, while the newborn king was full of vitality, his combat power reaching the heavens.

A gaze across a cycle.

Queen Bersha suddenly recalled her nascent self, ambitious, lurking and accumulating strength deep within the earth, waiting to dominate the world.

The current Ant King was so similar to her past self.

"I was once you, and you will eventually be me."

Queen Bersha suddenly exclaimed, "Beware of another God-bestowed Treasure, the Spear of Destiny. It is the only weapon in the world that can threaten you. You must find it, devour it, and then raise the spear of rebellion against the gods!"

A flicker of surprise flashed in the Ant King's eyes. Although it vanished in an instant, he hadn't expected the Ant Queen, on the verge of death, to reveal one last weakness to him.

Bang!

The Ant King, King Beo, crushed the Ant Queen's head with a single stomp. Fragments and blood splattered everywhere. The Ant Queen's 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 time later, this voice echoed through the dark city.

In the third dimension, Jiang Ping was sound asleep when a beam of white light suddenly shot out from between his brows. The Creation Diary flew out, its pages rustling and turning on their own without any wind. The second page automatically displayed words.

In the Primordial Calendar, the New Century, Ant Queen Bersha devoured the Tablet of Truth. After a hundred years of gestation, she used her entire life's foundation to give birth to an Ant King who gathered the essence of all races.

The Ant King, King Beo, who surpassed the world's limits and was supremely evil, supreme, and supreme in power, was born, shaking the heavens and moving the gods to tears. His mother, the Ant Queen, was also personally killed by him.

PS: Seeking recommendation tickets. The recommendation tickets are truly few. Young seedlings need care. There will be a third update at 8 PM tonight.