Chapter 1 Prologue

A moment is eternal, an instant is forever.

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The universe is vast, with countless lives striving to survive.

The cycle of human life and death, the withering and flourishing of trees, the changes of mountains and seas, the birth and death of planets, the transformation of the universe.

They are incomparable, and there is no mutual understanding.

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In the vast starry sky, countless powerful beings also vie for the right to survive, seeking the path to immortality.

Countless stars form a galaxy, and in the void of this galaxy, a fairy with flowing robes seems to have existed since ancient times, graceful and ethereal.

She wanders through the universe, strolling back and forth. Because of her presence, divine power radiates, and the stars in this galaxy shine brightly.

As the fairy grows stronger, more and more cosmic dust gathers around her. Gradually, the dust coalesces into a mass and, under the fairy's power, slowly transforms into stars, joining the galaxy, orbiting around her, and shining brightly.

On these new stars formed from cosmic dust, life slowly appeared over the course of time.

They reproduce and thrive, generation after generation.

The fairy continues to wander through the universe, constantly encountering other powerful beings, sometimes fighting, sometimes fleeing, sometimes confronting, and sometimes forming alliances.

All of this is unknown to the countless lives on the planets that exist because of the fairy.

They strive to survive, to reproduce, to compete, and to pass on their legacy.

They do not know that if the fairy were to fall one day, the entire galaxy would slowly turn to dust.

They do not know, so they remain simple and calculating, complex and melancholic.

They do not know that the countless generations of their lives are just a breath of the fairy.

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Around the fairy, far and near, there are beings like her; to the west, a giant wolf, to the east, a fierce scorpion, to the south, a huge bear.

Even farther away, there are countless strange and powerful beings.

Each being is surrounded by a powerful, life-filled galaxy.

They fight, form alliances, confront, and pursue each other; in this vast universe, they play out the survival rules of their kind.

It's the same law of the jungle!

In the more distant universe, more stars form a vast sea.

At the edge of the star sea, the light of a galaxy is already very dim.

Because the being this galaxy depends on has already died.

In the void, a huge, fierce beast stands motionless.

This was once a boundlessly powerful being.

With a lion's head, a scorpion's tail, a dragon's neck, and bear's limbs, with one bright and one dark wing, it is a powerful flying bear.

Its eyes still fiercely gaze into the void, and its hands are still in the position of an attack.

Its body still radiates the power that sustains the galaxy.

But its formidable life force has already vanished.

It is dead.

But the galaxy that exists because of its power still remains.

The lives in the galaxy have no idea that the being they depend on has died.

The planet they stand on will soon disintegrate into cosmic dust due to the loss of divine power.

They are still developing enthusiastically.

Some are vying for dominance, some are learning, some are plotting, and some are deceiving each other...

In the nearby starry sky, a giant centipede stretches endlessly, surrounded by a bright and sparkling galaxy.

It emits a strange blue light.

The blue light is constantly eroding the flying bear's galaxy...

Clearly, this centipede is the one who killed the flying bear.

And its divine light is completing the final plunder after killing its opponent.

The flying bear stands quietly.

Waiting to disappear.

Waiting to be completely devoured by the centipede.

Or waiting to be replaced or surpassed by a new deity.

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In the flying bear's galaxy, on one of the resource planets.

Earth!

Two factions have been fighting for over ten thousand years.

One side believes that benevolence is the foundation. All beings have benevolence, and as long as it is guided, the world will inevitably be peaceful and increasingly beautiful.

The other side believes that malevolence is eternal. Beings are inherently evil, and it is a world of the strong preying on the weak. Even plants compete for space, let alone beings.

The world is a great arena, who is more noble than the other?

Even ants crave life, and beings are constantly competing and killing. Who doesn't kill countless lives in their lifetime? What kind of saints are they talking about?

From this, two major camps have developed.

Each side's stance and beliefs are extremely firm.

Good and evil cannot coexist.

But the side of good is beneficial for ruling and maintaining social order.

So the side of good gradually formed the ruling power on the continent, but the side of evil has never disappeared. It has a vast presence and has infiltrated every industry on the continent.

One side is the orthodox, the other is the enemy, naturally becoming mortal enemies.

One side sees the other as a mortal threat, the other sees the other as a mortal enemy. Over countless years, the two camps have been in fierce conflict.

But at some point, the side of evil changed its faith. They began to worship the Sky Centipede God.

And the balance of power began to tilt from that moment...

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An old, dilapidated temple.

A statue of a deity, whose identity is unknown.

It seems to be a strange beast.

With a lion's head, a scorpion's tail, a dragon's neck, and bear's limbs, with wings.

According to the elders, this is the ancient flying bear god.

No one knows what the flying bear god does. In all the legends, there are countless deities, but no one has ever heard what the flying bear god is responsible for.

So the incense offerings to the flying bear god are extremely sparse.

Now, the flying bear god's wings are broken, its tail has been broken several times, and only a bump remains at the back.

One of its front claws is broken, and its ears are gone.

One of its eyes has been gouged out.

A heavy rain is pouring down.

Seven people are taking shelter in this dilapidated temple, avoiding the rain.

The temple is dilapidated, so when it rains heavily outside, it rains moderately inside, but at least there is a dry spot.

Using clothes and other things to shield themselves, they can find a place to stay.

The rainwater flowing from their bodies mixes with the water, carrying a vivid red hue.

All seven are severely injured.

No wonder they are huddled in this small temple. In such heavy rain and with such severe injuries, they probably wouldn't last long if they tried to travel in the storm.

The atmosphere is very heavy.

"This mission has left a bad taste in my mouth. I really want to kill all those bastards of the Sole Orthodox Church..." One person sighs, breaking the silence: "Seventeen thousand people! Two small towns, not a single warrior or civilian survived. Seeing all those bodies, I completely broke down."

The others remain silent.

But a heavy atmosphere silently spreads.

After a long time, someone speaks in a hoarse voice: "The Sole Orthodox Church has done countless heinous deeds. We've seen the aftermath of four major massacres with our own eyes. And there are countless other bloodbaths we've only heard about. But the Sole Orthodox Church has existed for tens of thousands of years, and no one has been able to eradicate them."

"This time, it's said that our mole was discovered, so they massacred the towns to vent their anger and show their power. Damn it! What does the discovery of a mole have to do with ordinary people? The Sole Orthodox Church is truly inhumane!"

"Every time they catch one of our moles, they massacre a town and its civilians," the others sigh.

"That's their method. When they catch a mole, the mole's hometown is always razed to the ground. If the mole has no home, they randomly massacre two towns to intimidate us. They don't care about the innocent. The Sole Orthodox Church only cares about their own safety. They would kill everyone in the world if necessary."

"Unfortunately, we can't find their headquarters, otherwise... sigh!"

A sigh. Everyone's mood sinks.

The headquarters of the Sole Orthodox Church is unreachable. The protectors have sacrificed countless experts and made years of effort, but to no avail.

And now, as the Sole Orthodox Church grows stronger, this hope becomes even more distant.

No one speaks, and the atmosphere is as oppressive as the stormy sky.

A few sighs.

Silent and heavy.

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After a long time, someone seems to deliberately break the uncomfortable silence.

"Boss, can we take a break after this mission... I'm in a lot of pain."

One person clutches his chest and says, "I want to take a vacation."

"Haha... single dog, do you really want a vacation? You just want to go on a blind date, right? I heard your family sent you a letter a few days ago?"

The boss smirks: "Fourth, don't have too many fantasies about life. Your blind date might be as fat as a pig, as stupid as a donkey, as short as a barrel, and as ugly as you."

The other five immediately twitch.

They laugh, but the laughter stirs their wounds, causing them to twitch in pain.

"Boss, your mouth really lives up to your nickname, Drunken Swordsman!" Fourth instantly collapses, his eyes fierce, and wails: "I just want a vacation, do you have to curse me so much?"

The boss leans against the statue's crotch, his head resting on the statue's groin, with a shocking wound through his right chest.

"Fourth, you need to be clear. Life isn't just about the ugly women on blind dates; it's also about the struggles of the present."

He tries to steady his breathing, sprinkles medicine on his wound, and says lazily, "We haven't escaped the Sole Orthodox Church's pursuit yet. Don't think about blind dates. We'll talk about it when we really get back."

"But now that you mention it, I don't want to go back," Fourth laments.

"Don't think the worst. It might actually be a woman," the boss says with his eyes closed.

But this statement leaves Fourth speechless.

I'm a man, I'm looking for a wife, not a woman. What does "it might actually be a woman" mean? This is a heinous crime.

"This time when I go back, I'll take a vacation too. My daughter is two months old, and I haven't seen her yet," Seventh says with a gentle expression.

The others immediately smile like aunts: "Do you need us to help name her?"

"Thanks, but no thanks," Seventh says with a polite refusal.

Clearly, he knows these guys can't be trusted.

The boss doesn't joke this time, closes his eyes, and says softly: "Don't forget to bring my gift to Nannan."

"Yes," Seventh nods slowly.

"Don't forget ours too."

"But this time when we go back, our Ninth Squad will be famous. We should at least get a promotion, right?" Fifth says with a dreamy look.

"Shouldn't be a problem. We have more than a hundred merits."

Second calculates carefully and says, "We can become Gold Guardians. But it's the whole team's gold, only the boss has enough personal merits for gold. The rest of us can only get silver. On average, we need to do three to four hundred more missions to get gold, but it's not far off."

"Gold is enough. Many Respects are only at the gold level. We're at the Emperor level, so we shouldn't be greedy?"

Everyone is satisfied.

"Boss, won't you be called the Gold Drunken Swordsman from now on?"

Fifth suddenly has an idea.

The others immediately burst out laughing: "Yes, officially recognized, Gold Drunken Swordsman Fang Zhi."

Fang Zhi rolls his eyes, shifts his body, and says, "Sigh, this flying bear god's crotch is really uncomfortable. Did they sculpt that too? I can't move, can someone help me?"

"Boss, that's not easy to soften."

Fourth makes a sarcastic remark.

He still stands up to help the boss move.

Just then.

A sudden gust of wind comes from the sky.

Then, with a loud boom, it seems two powerful beings are fighting in mid-air, causing the entire earth to tremble.

The seven people's bottoms are simultaneously lifted off the ground and fall back. They look at each other, stunned and terrified.

Puff!

Fang Zhi's bottom lands right on the protrusion under the statue, and he instantly feels a pain worse than death, his mouth wide open, eyes bulging, unable to make a sound.

His face turns yellow, and large beads of sweat appear.

"What the hell is this!"

He reaches out to touch it.

It seems to be a piece of metal?

He uses all his strength to pull it out from under his bottom, about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But he hears a swish.

A figure falls from the sky.

A spear, glowing white in the lightning, seems to be made of bone.

The seven people are simultaneously shocked, their hearts sinking into an icy pit.

Such a spear, there is only one in the world.

"Cloud Weapon Catalog, Bone Shattering Dream Spear!"

How could such a powerful being be here?

Chasing us?

Isn't this like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?

As the figure lands in front of the temple, the heavy rain seems to stop instantly, and within a hundred feet of where the figure lands, there is not a single drop of rain.

But in the distance, the rain is still pouring, the raindrops forming a continuous line.

The figure is tall and slender, but standing in the rain, he seems to be holding up the entire sky.

Behind him, the space seems to turn dark, and he alone blocks all the light!

He leans on the bone spear, looks up, and meets the eyes of the seven people.

In an instant, he distinguishes friend from foe.

"Die!"

The spear tip rises and instantly stabs out.

One spear, seven kills.

Seven figures fly out like meteors.

All seven are severely injured and cannot dodge.

Moreover, the person's realm is far above theirs. Even if they were at their peak and uninjured, they could not resist this attack!

The gap is too great!

A sigh.

With a sense of resignation.

Fang Zhi's broken body, with a large hole in his chest, suddenly flies up from the statue. This reaction is instinctive.

He spreads his arms and rushes into the spear's shadow like a moth to a flame.

In his hand, he still holds the piece of metal covered in his own blood.

He had just pried it out from the statue.

But this is the only weapon he can use in his current state of panic.

Clang.

Very subtle.

Blood splatters.

"Boss!"

The six people shout in unison, overwhelmed with grief.

Fang Zhi's body instantly shatters into bloody pieces in the spear's shadow, unable to leave a single word.

But he blocks all the attacks.

Because, at the moment he rushes out, a blade of light falls from the sky.

The blade of light is even more brilliant than lightning.

It intercepts the spear.

It also intercepts the spear at Fang Zhi's chest.

The blade of light and the spear tip collide at Fang Zhi's chest, but this is the Bone Shattering Dream Spear. Even this blade can only stop the subsequent attack, not save Fang Zhi.

The blade of light is so bright that it gives a strange feeling, as if this blade has severed all the ties in the world.

From now on, the heart is empty.

The collision of the blade and the spear releases an unprecedented burst of energy, illuminating everyone's eyes green!

And the light persists!

Fang Zhi's body shatters into bloody pieces, as if giving the light a layer of bright red.

This is not the light that can be produced by the collision of a blade and a spear.

Both the wielder of the blade and the wielder of the spear show surprise in their eyes.

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The boss's life only resists the opponent for less than a second.

But that time is enough.

A slender figure, dressed in white, lands in the dilapidated temple, untouched by the heavy rain.

His back seems to carry a sense of loneliness.

Holding a long sword, the blade is as white as snow.

"Du Xiyang, your opponent is me!"

Cloud Weapon Catalog, Dream-Cutting Blade.

Another legend has arrived.

The two stand facing each other, one with darkness behind him, the other with the world still behind him, like light and darkness, coexisting, equally divided.

This feeling is extremely strange.

But the six people have no time to be shocked.

Their hearts are already filled with grief, and their eyes, red with anger, only see the boss's body shattering in the opponent's spear shadow.

"Boss..."

The six people feel their hearts shattering.

They raise their eyes, their eyes bloodshot, staring at the spear-wielder.

Bone Shattering Dream Spear, Du Xiyang!

They will remember this person's face forever.

In the space where the blade and the spear collide, the light still persists, and in this instant, it suddenly becomes even brighter.

Both the blade-wielder and the spear-wielder show shock.

They both step back.

Then, the light suddenly shoots up, breaking through the rain and the void, disappearing instantly.

A lightning bolt splits the sky.

A thunderclap shakes the mountains and rivers.

"Anomaly? Soul Snatching?"

Both the Bone Shattering Dream Spear and the Dream-Cutting Blade are shaken, and then they do the same thing.

They scan with their divine senses.

But they do not sense any broken soul power.

It seems no one has died here.

Only at the tip of the Bone Shattering Dream Spear is there a faint trace, which is quickly dissipating.

Both reach out, their fingers touching the spear tip.

The sensation is fleeting, then dissipates.

The Dream-Cutting Blade frowns: "Did you sever his true self?"

The Bone Shattering Dream Spear frowns: "Not completely, less than thirty percent."

Both change expression.

"Who is this person?"

Almost simultaneously, they ask the six people.

Then, the Dream-Cutting Blade turns without hesitation, slashing thousands of blades at the Bone Shattering Dream Spear like a storm.

The blade light condenses into a vast curtain of light.

"Go!"

He himself spins, a whirlwind lifting the six people's bodies, and in a flash, they turn into a streak of light in the air, disappearing instantly.

A loud sound.

Du Xiyang, wielding the Bone Shattering Dream Spear, drives boundless darkness up to the clouds, looking at the light that has already disappeared into the distance, his eyes flickering.

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"Search!"

"He definitely didn't die!"

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For a long time afterward, both sides on the entire continent began various secret investigations.

Soul anomaly!

One side sees Fang Zhi as a chosen one and future hope, the other side sees him as a thorn in the flesh and future enemy.

Years of searching yield no results.

But some people never give up.

It is not until a hundred years later that they finally give up, at least officially, no longer making annual demands.

But whether anyone is still searching in secret is unknown.

Fang Zhi's six brothers never forget and continue to search in secret.

They never give up, year after year, searching in their own way.

They firmly believe that the boss is still alive!

Time passes.

A hundred years, two hundred years, five hundred years pass...

They never find him.

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My hand has recovered, no longer cut, the curse of one book, one cut is broken, and I am in full condition.

(End of Chapter)