Let us rise and willingly shed our blood for our nation

Twenty-one years ago, he had his legs crushed while mining, and it was his brothers who took him in

In that instant, time and space came to a complete standstill. With the collapse of the Celestial Pillar, the entire Pangu Realm trembled and then quietly vanished, merging into the void

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Inside the battleship's command cabin, a middle-aged man dressed in a general's uniform stood smiling as he pressed a button beside him. Suddenly, the battleship transformed into a streak of silver light, plunging sharply into the center of the rippling waves

The microphone slowly slipped from his hand as he smiled and closed his eyes

This year, there has been a great drought across the land, with nine out of ten houses empty, the roads filled with the dead from starvation, and the people resorting to cannibalism.

He bowed gently, yet it seemed to stir the entire universe. The heavenly pillar trembled and descended, and suddenly, waves of sacred sounds echoed in the void. Streams of colorful mysterious light rose from the heads of those celestial emperors and kings, intertwining and merging... transforming into a brilliantly unmatched sphere of seven colors, shooting straight towards the firmament, ultimately colliding with an unknown entity, producing a sound that reverberated throughout the heavens and the earth.

Beside him, nine men in ceremonial robes knelt down and spoke in unison: "The great building is about to collapse; we are willing to shed our blood for our clan! Without complaint or regret! We hope that our esteemed master will take action to save our clan from peril!"

Unbeknownst to anyone, the old man's body gradually faded away. In the moment just before his complete disappearance, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, ultimately transforming into a whisper that no one could hear

Beside the Tianzhu, thousands of figures bowed together, raising their heads and shouting: "We are willing to shed our blood for our people! Without complaint or regret!"

Now, that girl has been admitted to university, and he has already exhausted all his energy

The granary is empty, and the old man eats vegetable porridge

After several days of porridge, the people's anger erupted

Among these thousands of people, most are celestial beings, with a small portion already being celestial kings. Together with the nine celestial emperors at the peak of the Heavenly Pillar, they represent the last strength of the human race

Among the myriad realms, there exists the human race, which is numerous; however, compared to those gifted races, humans possess frail bodies, face arduous cultivation, and the path to immortality is long and arduous, rendering them one of the lowest-ranked races.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but amidst the vast expanse of the sky, a dazzling light suddenly shone, and the sound of thunder from the void reverberated throughout the entire world

With me, Pangu, present, the human race shall not be enslaved

The Immortal Emperor said calmly: "The path of the Immortal Sovereign's illusion can at most sustain for several decades. Although our clan has escaped great calamities, we are still in a precarious situation. Our time is limited. This item has been crafted jointly by all the Immortal Sovereigns, so take it and prepare! Gather the fortune of our clan and open the place of inheritance"

At the summit of Tianzhu, fierce winds raged, and an elderly man in a blue robe stood proudly, surrounded by nine men of various appearances, all dressed in ceremonial robes.

He is physically disabled and weak, only able to go out to beg, dragging a pair of crippled legs, enduring disdainful glances every day, curling up to survive in a bridge tunnel.

The Sorrow of the Human Race

However, in the face of the coalition formed by the Celestial Demons and the Demon Gods from the Hundred Realms, such power is insignificant

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The old immortal king chuckled lightly: "We two have contended for half a year; who among us does not bear the bloody scent of the other's descendants? From now on, let us speak of this no more! However, we still must compete! It will depend on whose child proves to be more successful in the future!"

An elderly man is dressed in a plain blue linen robe, holding a wooden staff, with a green ox lying beside him. He appears to be an ordinary farmer, yet the brilliance in his eyes seems to reflect the ebb and flow of the universe.

The heavens encompass myriad realms, adrift in the boundless chaos of the firmament

In the wind and snow, a beggar who had lost both legs struggled to crawl into the bank, propping himself up with his hands. He made an effort to straighten his body and leaned against the service counter, trembling as he took out a bundle of cash and a passbook, saying: "Please help me transfer..."

Countless epochs later, the human race finally rose to prominence in the firmament. Subsequently, prodigies emerged in succession, and the stars shone brilliantly. One clan boasted several celestial sovereigns and countless celestial emperors, marking an era of great prosperity

A gleaming silver warship floated alone, its duration of waiting unknown, when suddenly layers of ripples emerged in the void before it

After coming out, he slowly moved to a newsstand, made a phone call, and a crisp voice came from the other end of the line, "Hello, who is this..."

In a state of chaos, scenes flow endlessly...

The human race has reached its final moment

Those who do not enter the realm of the Immortal are but ants; among the human race, there is currently only one Immortal, while within the allied forces, there are as many as dozens!

The old man stood silently for a while before finally speaking: "To hold on to what is full is not as good as letting it go; to sharpen what is blunt cannot be sustained for long; wealth and honor lead to arrogance, which brings about one's own downfall; to achieve success and then withdraw is the way of heaven. My senior brother, you are mistaken! In today's situation, my strength is already insufficient! What I previously told you was the last glimmer of hope; I wonder if you are willing?"

On the tenth day of the month, there was a riot by the refugees, who broke into the Li residence with knives

The old man let out a long sigh, raised his wooden staff and placed it before him, bowing to the heavens and the earth. He said: "What cannot be seen is called 'Yi', what cannot be heard is called 'Xi', what cannot be grasped is called 'Wei'. Today, I defy the heavens and act, wishing to offer this body as a sacrifice, to follow the path of the ethereal! To continue the fate of my human race!"

The Pangu Realm thus became one of the three great realms, alongside the Celestial Demon Realm and the Demon God Realm.

The reason why heaven and earth can endure and last long is that they do not seek self-existence, hence they can achieve longevity. Therefore, the sage places himself behind others and thus is ahead; he places himself outside of himself and thus remains. It is not because he is selfless that he can achieve his own desires. It is originally like this... ... Senior brother, you are truly mistaken... ...

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Nineteen years ago, my brother passed away in a car accident, leaving behind a deaf-mute sister-in-law and an unborn child

For more than ten years, my sister-in-law has been receiving a remittance every month, varying in amount, sometimes small and sometimes large, sometimes in whole numbers and sometimes in fractions

If such individuals are ubiquitous, even among the Immortal Emperors there are often petty grievances. However, at this moment of crisis for the human race, everyone has set aside their grudges, seeking only that glimmer of hope

After enduring hardships, the human race has a powerful being who has broken through to the position of Immortal Sovereign, establishing a new realm as Pangu, thereby laying the foundation for the human race.

Volume 2

However, prosperity must decline, and everything has its predetermined course

There was a kind man, Mr. Li, who opened his granary to provide relief, setting up porridge stalls for ten miles, saving countless people

In the central region of the Pangu realm, there stands a celestial pillar piercing the heavens, surrounded by myriad mountains. Floating around the celestial pillar are thousands of figures, each exuding an overwhelming aura and vitality.

With the complete disappearance of the elder, among the nine celestial emperors, a robust man of the most imposing stature stood up, holding a proclamation that radiated with multicolored brilliance. He waved his hand, and the proclamation floated up, transforming into specks of light that fell into the hands of the crowd

The sound was like a thunderous roar, overshadowing even the thunder that came from the void

In an instant, the void seemed to be stained with ink, and a large patch of black abruptly appeared, ultimately transforming into a black hole. Within the black hole, a giant hand covered in barbed bristles futilely reached out a few times, only to be swallowed by the black hole, and the void returned to tranquility.

In the distance, on a blue planet, countless people are praying with tears in their eyes, yet the imagined apocalypse has not arrived

Those celestial kings and the heavenly immortal Nuo Ran should have turned and left. Two celestial kings walked together, one of whom was a man with a green face and a thick beard. He solemnly said to an old celestial king beside him, who was dressed in a white robe: "Old ghost, it's not that I fear you! It's just that the current situation does not allow us to cause any more trouble!"