Chapter 533 Spiritual Dryness
Inside the spaceship, Chung Kuo-hung lived his daily life, meditated and contemplated, and would sit by the lake to fish in his spare time.
The Asahi spacecraft pierced through the clouds and landed steadily back on Earth.
As the days went by, powerful figures emerged from the Chinese nation, and their influence spread like wildfire.
Countless seasons have passed, and the Beast of the Realm has finally appeared.
Zhong Guohong sat alone, as white as snow, silent and still, but the moment the Beast of the Realm appeared, he took a step forward.
Just in case, he held the Chaos Bell above his head, the God-Slaying Spear in his left hand pointing diagonally, and the Minghong Blade in his right hand standing with its blade hanging down.
Before the ferocious beasts could even roar, they crumbled into dust.
"Too much vigilance? So the Beast of the Realm is nothing special after all."
He sheathed his gun, sword, and bell, the three treasures quietly sinking into his upper dantian; bare-handed, he faced the next world beast.
The source of destruction that the Beast of the Realm controls is, in his eyes, merely a superficial manifestation of the power of death.
Life and death share the same origin; they are two sides of the same coin.
The fist was thrown without wind or thunder, only a power condensed to the extreme, which pierced straight through the beast's body.
"One punch, one head?"
He looked down at his hands, his tone calm, yet concealing surprise and doubt.
Over the years, internal energy has been integrated into every law; essence, energy, and spirit are perfectly unified, and the laws of various systems are layered upon each other, with every move containing the power to shatter the heavens and split the earth.
"Destruction is death, and death is the opposite of life... Life and death are interdependent, mutually transformative, and mutually complementary."
"When life reaches its extreme, death follows; when death reaches its extreme, life follows..."
Zhong Guohong, whose Law of Life and Death had reached the peak of the Thirteenth Order of the Universe Lord, once again entered a state of profound enlightenment.
"A direct leap from the True God Realm to Eternal True God?"
His understanding of the laws surged like a tidal wave, and his combat power skyrocketed.
After slaughtering ten thousand beasts of the realm, he flashed back to Earth in an instant.
Step into the time acceleration zone of the Earth replica, brew a pot of enlightenment tea, and use the principles of life and death as a guide to deduce the changes of yin and yang.
Over three hundred years have passed, and Chung Kwok-hung has gradually comprehended all the laws, eventually ascending to the realm of the Eternal God.
"I have long since grasped the laws of chaos—strictly speaking, I am the master of chaos."
Clearing his mind, he merged his three clones into one and went into seclusion to cultivate the Vermilion Bird Divine Technique.
The sun rises and sets, the stars shift and the constellations turn; eternity passes in the blink of an eye.
"The God-King who swallowed the stars, the God-King of the cultivation world... His cultivation has reached this point, and he can no longer make any progress."
Once he reached the pinnacle of godhood, he never left Earth again.
Sometimes he refines elixirs, sometimes he forges weapons, sometimes he practices martial arts with a gun, and sometimes he silently recites the "True Scripture of Yin and Yang".
In their spare time, they would go up the mountain to hunt animals, go down into the abyss to explore for fish, clear ridges to cultivate fields, and plant plum trees and bamboo.
One era after another has passed, silently, countless eras have gone by.
"The primordial universe has collapsed, with only ten years remaining."
With the great cycle of reincarnation approaching, Chung Kwok-hung personally went to the Huaxia Military Academy.
Earth has not even entered the cosmic era for a full era, yet the Huaxia Military Academy has already become the premier institution of learning for the entire human race.
Only those of Chinese blood can enter this gate. Over thousands of years, countless people have emerged from this academy to achieve the highest ranks and immortality.
Apart from Zhong Guohong and his immediate family, the number of cosmic masters produced by the Huaxia clan exceeds 1.8 trillion.
"Besides me, no one in the primordial universe has truly attained the status of an eternal god."
He informed Jia Yi and Zhu Xi of the impending destruction of the universe; the Huaxia Military Academy immediately issued an emergency recall order.
The descendants of Huaxia, scattered across the land and migrating to other planets, set off one after another, traveling day and night to return to their homeland.
The more than 1.8 trillion small universes created by each of the universe's masters are enough to accommodate all the people of Huaxia.
As for the survival of the human race outside of Huaxia, he had no intention of concerning himself with it.
Even though Chung Kwok-hung had condensed 360 miniature universes, he was still powerless to collect all of humanity in the original universe.
The universe within him was still in a state of primordial chaos, and those below the level of immortality could not survive within it.
Luo Feng, the Lord of Chaos City, and others then took over the selection process: choosing the best among the best, and selecting the right people to be included.
Those who are Realm Lords or above will be accepted; those below the Realm Lord level will not be accepted unless they are extraordinary geniuses.
This cold and decisive choice caused countless domain lords, cosmic-level, eternal-level, and even planetary-level cultivators to feel as if their hearts were being torn apart.
The primordial universe is about to be annihilated, and those who fail to enter it face a slim chance of survival.
When death reaches its extreme, it is annihilation. If the universe is dead, how can life exist?
Chung Kwok-hung holds a treasure basin and possesses the elixir of the universe, truly possessing the power to save the world with a flick of his wrist.
But he also had his unspeakable secret: the human race had multiplied too much, and thousands of years ago, the demon race, the mechanical race, and the insect race had been completely wiped out; the crystal race and the prison race had also withered away.
Ninety-nine percent of the life-bearing planets in the primordial universe were densely packed with hundreds of millions of humans.
If this continues, even the vast universe will eventually become unbearable.
Many things appear different on the surface, but are actually the same in essence.
How many people can an Earth support? The population that the primordial universe could support was never infinite.
In Chung Kuo-hung's view, it is already a perfect ending if the Huaxia bloodline can continue intact into the next cycle of reincarnation.
Whether the rest of the human race can survive this calamity is none of his concern.
The smaller universes created by the Lord of Chaos City, the Lord of the Giant Axe, and other cosmic lords can each accommodate billions of living beings.
Time flies like water, and several years pass in the blink of an eye.
One by one, stars went out, planets collapsed one after another, and billions of living beings fell silent.
When Zhong Guohong had some free time, he would pluck stars from the sky to use as chess pieces and play several games with Zhao Ruo and others.
Above the God-King realm lies the Lord realm; despite years of arduous cultivation, his understanding of the laws has remained stuck at the peak of the God-King realm.
He no longer forced himself to break through his cultivation level.
He understood: it wasn't a matter of limited talent, but rather the fact that he was trapped in the primordial universe—
Perhaps the ultimate limit of the laws of this world is the God-King.
"Perhaps only by setting foot on the Origin Continent can one hope to advance to the Lord level in terms of understanding the laws."
Thousands of years ago, Chung Kwok-hung went to the Cosmic Sea to cultivate the laws for hundreds of years, but in the end he gained nothing and was filled with desolation.
After wandering alone among the stars for over a year, he set off with his entire family, heading straight for the path of reincarnation.
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"A seventeen-year-old beggar? He's less than 1.7 meters tall, weighs less than 110 kilograms, and looks like he's eighteen, yet his talent is still outstanding."
"No—the spiritual energy of this place is almost depleted; it is definitely not the Origin Continent."
"His body was extremely weak, but his soul was perfectly intact."
"This feeling of being utterly powerless... I haven't felt it in a long time."
Looking around, Zhong Guohong found himself curled up in a dilapidated temple that had collapsed halfway.
"Yesterday is dead, today is reborn, why should I grieve?"
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and a tough smile appeared on his lips.
A man doesn't easily shed tears, only because he hasn't experienced true pain.
Even though he reached the pinnacle of godhood in the world of Swallowed Star, the softest spot in his heart was always reserved for his family.
As we spend every day together and the years bring us closer, who can truly remain indifferent?
"Although I had no children in my previous life, I managed to keep a complete family."
"May my parents be safe and well in the land of origin."
The north wind whipped up snowflakes and rushed into the temple gate, causing Zhong Guohong, wrapped in tattered cloth, to shiver.
"This biting cold... I haven't felt it in so many years."
He tiptoed and peeled off a few faded yellow banners from the clay Buddha statue, wrapping them tightly around its thin body.
"Warmth... has become a rare commodity."