CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 42: DESTROYING CIVILIZATIONS, CREATIONS ON THE ASSEMBLY LINE

Liu Jun descended from the Cangwu Tree and came outside.

"Greetings, Prophet," Sylph said with a soft smile.

Liu Jun silently watched it.

Who would have thought that the Tree of Life planted back then would, in the blink of an eye, blossom into a splendid and grand civilization.

It’s only been a little over thirty years.

He originally thought that planting the Tree of Life was a long-term plan stretching over centuries, maybe even millennia.

Who knew that events would unfold so unpredictably and rapidly!

Initially, he wanted to enlighten them a bit, but now it seems...

After being influenced, it was no longer achievable.

Because knowledge is addictive.

They also lost their emotions, leaving only rationality.

Sylph said:

"The world is truly a cycle, the angels of the past are now us."

"I still remember seeing history as a child. Back then, the Angel King and his four great legions attacked the Cangwu Tree, and in the blink of an eye, it has become history."

"Please, Prophet, come to the Elf Forest, station yourself at the ancestral land, and help me achieve longevity; this lifetime, I am the most beautiful king."

"I want to live longer, to see the color of the stars above, to see the world’s end, to see what the gods... truly are, to see what form the Creator God takes."

"And whatever your requirements, we will meet them all."

Sylph’s beauty was breathtaking, her expression cold and clear, and in her eyes was only pure rationality.

Liu Jun smiled faintly, "I refuse."

Sylph gave this divine spirit from an ancient era a long, deep look, "I understand."

She turned and left.

...

On the Cangwu Tree.

Die Lvxiang showed a hint of worry.

"They’ve already lost rationality, they might resort to force."

"Like the angels back then?" Die Hongjun frowned, still unsure who had defamed him.

"More terrifying than back then."

Die Lvxiang said, "In today’s era, many of their leaders have reached the third tier, bringing with them large armies, and coupled with their terrifying wisdom..."

This was a group of wisdom-crazed madmen capable of world destruction.

The companions present felt a deep sense of powerlessness; they wanted to protect their god, but...

They were too weak.

"Strength, strength!" Die Lvxiang took a deep breath, "Why, why haven’t I been able to merge with a divine object yet?"

Wind, light, evolution.

Three divine objects, why isn’t a single one compatible with me?

...

Butterfly Era, year 214.

On the Tree of Life, the beautiful elves, tall and graceful, leaped from tree to tree, continuously recording the weaving data of each cocoon fruit.

They were now the seventeenth generation of elves.

Currently, they were strong, beautiful, rational, and had lost emotions, and even their lifespans had become extremely short.

Because they couldn’t bear this "High Wisdom," their souls’ average lifespan was less than twenty years.

At this moment.

The Elf King Sylph looked at the elf elders and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have little time left; if the God of Longevity is willing to grant us the blessing of longevity, we can live a while longer, but now we must strive for our survival."

They only had rationality left and didn’t think this was a bad thing.

"The God of Longevity is a true divine spirit walking the world, possibly from a past era."

"Every divine object carries an infectious power; considering wisdom, when he obtained the Power of Longevity, he must have experienced the Wisdom Disaster."

"The Wisdom Disaster, when everything and everyone lives too long, will inevitably cause chaos. How did he avoid it?"

"And after the Wisdom Disaster, he, this God of Longevity, is still alive. Perhaps..."

"He might have killed an entire era with his own hands."

Their wisdom was high, and they continued to analyze.

Even the previous Angel King Emperor, known for benevolence and mercy, was a king who had slaughtered all his enemies.

Prophets would be no exception.

To have lived to this era as an ancient divine spirit, how could it be simple?

"He possesses the power of longevity, which is not a direct combat strength but an auxiliary type, so we have a great opportunity!"

"Don’t we also have the support of wisdom? This also isn’t a main battle divine object."

"Since neither side has direct combat strength, they cancel each other out."

"Should we invite the Titans, Angels, and Giant Dragons close by?"

"Their numbers are too few now, useless."

"We should start a god-slaying; after all, we are on the verge of death, so we might as well make a bold move."

"Agreed, start the god-slaying!"

Within the Elf Race, they quickly made the most rational decision.

All "Saints," allowing this civilization to span time equivalent to millennia in just over thirty years and reach its most dazzling peak.

They sought truth, were reckless, fearless...

This group of fungus addicts were mad!

Naturally, they couldn’t be judged by common sense.

Half a month later, a super giant tree comparable to the Ancient Cangwu Tree slowly walked from afar.

On every tree hole, there was an elf archer carrying a quiver, and the dense army arrived in a fortress of trees.

Seeing this, Liu Jun sighed, after all, he couldn’t escape.

The butterflies like Die Lvxiang behind him looked worried.

Those with the support of wisdom were simply too crazy, their growth speed was too amazing.

Whoosh!

In a flash.

Liu Jun disappeared from where he stood.

No words were needed, no communication was necessary, because none of it was necessary anymore.

"Release the Telekinesis trace!"

With Sylph’s low roar, a hundred thousand elf army unleashed their Telekinesis.

Unfortunately...

He couldn’t be found.

Having vanished, how could they be found?

This was a mental concealment, a cognitive barrier of the soul.

The next moment, they vaguely saw a blurry sword rain, transforming into lightning that pierced through the elves, with massive amounts of green blood bursting out.

The entire ancient war tree also showed numerous cracks, collapsing soon after.

"If you can’t find him, then defend, defend!" Sylph shouted, "Wait until he exhausts himself."

What a pity.

Liu Jun’s Longevity and Vision was a low consumption evolved version.

His stamina loss was extremely low.

Even at the third rank, he was like an elusive low-consumption assassin, a true human god of death.

Boom!

At dusk, the entire Elf Race was utterly defeated, the ground covered in green blood.

"It’s over."

Liu Jun stood quietly atop a mountain of corpses, his expression incomparably calm.

When it comes to the time to kill him, then there is already no room for recovery.

Only Sylph remained with a bewildered expression, as if her mind couldn’t turn.

Her consciousness was completely dazed.

This was a hundred thousand strong army!

This god of death, he alone slew them....

After a long while, she gave a bitter smile, looking at this elevated god, saying:

"Is this the power of the Ancient Divine Spirit? How hateful, if we had been given ten more years, perhaps we could slay the divine spirits, drink the blood of longevity, and shape it into the life spring of our Elf Race."

Before coming here, they had even thought of a name for the longevity god’s bloodletting pool.

"All things in the world are balanced, granting you wisdom, how could they also give you longevity?"

Liu Jun’s figure on the battlefield at sunset seemed enveloped in a golden divine radiance.

Sylph smiled faintly, "Indeed, however, the Wisdom Disaster, isn’t it also your disaster?"

"Today I die, and behind me countless short-lived civilizations with wisdom long for longevity."

"Probably the whole world would want to kill you, wouldn’t it, ancient god?"

"This is the decree in the darkness; our new era does not permit the refugees of the old days."

"One civilization after another, pressing forward, will ultimately overthrow you, this ancient divine spirit!"

Sylph’s demeanor was calm and icy, "I’ll wait for you down below."

As her words fell, Sylph was already lifeless.

Liu Jun opened his eyes, directly transformed into a meteor, heading towards the Elf Forest.

In the distance, on the Cangwu Tree, Feng couldn’t help but ask, "What’s he going to do?"

"Divine majesty cannot be offended, he’s going to exterminate a race," Die Lvxiang said softly, "It’s possible he’ll wipe out all life of this era as well."

All the butterflies were silent, shaken beyond words.

Besides shock, their hearts were filled with exclamation, mixed with some indescribable emotion.

That was a young civilization that just dominated the world, and it was just...

The Prophet, always ruthless and terse.

The last time the angels attacked, he didn’t have much to say, and this time was the same.

Behind them, the Historian recorded:

[Year 214 of the Butterfly Era, Dark Elf Gods-beating, divine punishment descends, Elf Race, extinct.]

...

Elf Forest.

When Liu Jun arrived here, he saw the Giant Dragons, Titans, and Angels, the three clans embroiled in battle.

Apparently intending to seize the source of wisdom while the elf army was out, that legendary origin of wisdom, Insect Seventy-seven.

"What has arrived?"

"The god, the God of Longevity!"

"Did he win? Did the Elf Race lose?"

"Just in time, he must be severely injured, let’s gang up and drink the blood of longevity!"

With roars and screams echoing,

The Titans, Giant Dragons, and Angels—all three clans perished.

"A bunch of fools," Liu Jun exhaled.

However, the Titans’ body-cultivation method can be studied.

Liu Jun silently noted the techniques, and while perusing their various data archives, he couldn’t help but marvel at their talent and abilities!

According to Liu Jun’s observations of human development history,

a civilization, isn’t it through internal strife, conflicts, power struggles, various loves and resentments, with generations striving, that it reaches today?

But they are not so.

They are all pseudo-saints, devoid of emotions, absolutely rational, relentlessly advancing up the technological tree.

"Such a civilization, without poignant tales or moving stories..."

"More like machine-made dumplings on a conveyor belt, creation without a soul."

Liu Jun kept looking at these race-created blueprints, yet couldn’t help but sigh:

"But these soulless dumplings, they taste good."

He couldn’t help but mock.

The techniques of body-cultivation, they had developed a prototype!

Absurd!

Simply too absurd.

He even thought to himself, if they went mad a few more times, if he wasn’t killed, then after this Wisdom Disaster, the entire Butterfly Era civilization might just ascend several levels fiercely!

"But I can’t bear it."

"One civilization after another, pressing forward."

"Are they treating me as a boss to conquer?"

"I’d better try to control this Wisdom Disaster first."

Throughout, Liu Jun was never emotionally stirred.

He was mentally prepared, knowing he would evolve one civilization after another, naturally possibly having to destroy them as well.

He’s not a saint, won’t stand down to be killed.

"I still have to control this infection."

Once more stepping into the castle of the Elf Forest, he saw Insect Seventy-seven in the depths.

This Black-winged Angel, now having grown four wings, was firmly bound on a cross, nailed with various steel pins, reminiscent of a suffering divine spirit in a mythical story.

Her eyelids were lowered, eyes emanating profound wisdom:

"You have arrived."