The Eastern Demon Dynasty, four hundred generations.

The Fourth Realm, increasingly clear.

The earth has become a mythological wilderness.

Various races stand tall, great sects, Wizard Academies, high towers, constantly creating gods, Mages, Martial Artists, Knights, have already become an extraordinary nation....

The first three realms are mortal, the fourth realm is Divinity Transformation.

Nevertheless, this realm is merely called the Emerging God Realm, the Enlightenment Realm, born in the morning, dead by evening. Once entering this realm, it's like being cursed, the body irreversibly accelerates in decline, 360 times that of ordinary people!

Once breaking through the Fourth Realm, in less than half a year, it's bound to decline.

"The Fourth Realm.... Enlightenment Realm, those who hear the Dao, born in the morning, dead by evening!"

"Like the autumn cicada, the nymph dormant underground can live for more than ten years, once breaking through the earth to transform, soaring to the sky, winning a lifetime's transient beauty, but only a few months of life."

"The sufferings of the world, if one enters the Fourth Realm, knows the momentary splendor, understands the truly ultimate brilliance, even if brief, is not in vain for life!"

This realm can already communicate with the gods.

Unleashing all sorts of incredible might, like ancient Immortal Gods.... touched by Divine Blood, their speed also rapidly increased, the civilization of all living beings entered another dimension!

In the distance, the Angel Dynasty.

Liana felt uneasy, "Their civilization was previously only over twenty generations! Now in the blink of an eye, it's already more than six hundred generations!"

"Their lineage has already far surpassed our high-dimensional mythological civilization, in their eyes, we are like slow-moving statues, easily killed."

Before, they still had the strength to resist, but now facing such a civilization, there's absolutely no chance of winning.

Escape is the only option!

However, if Liana were to step into the Mid Fourth Realm, or beyond....she indeed felt fear in her heart, not daring to move forward.

This is an irreversible accelerated path.

Once stepped in, the strong must also meet destruction.

The Eastern Demon Dynasty, eight hundred generations.

All beings have already lived through eight hundred changes, the vicissitudes of time shifted.

The entire land of the Demon Realm has already been over four years.

Grace's momentum became increasingly old, no longer the tyrant of the past, in her later years becoming extremely gentle, no longer brutal, completely relinquishing royal power, handing it to the world.

Death is inevitable, no matter how great a hero cannot avoid it!

She sat on the throne at the top of the high tower, gazing at the misty sky, her eyes seemingly penetrating distant time,

arising from poverty, with mediocre talent, yet hidden in the shadows as a mastermind, calculating countless people in her lifetime, overthrowing dynasty after dynasty, yet in front of her, she could not calculate time.

"My line was short-lived to begin with, I have already lived long enough."

"But, ultimately, it was carelessness."

"If only I had known the curse of the Fourth Realm, I would have had others break through, while I remained hidden within."

"But, with my character, how could I possibly allow others to stand over me?"

Grace's voice was extremely calm, standing up from the throne, turning to leave,

"So be it, this lifetime, lived too gloriously, is enough."

Breaking through the Fourth Realm, stepping into the Fifth Realm is hopeless now.

No matter what means were tried, no clue could be found.

After all, the barrier from the Third to the Fourth Realm hindered countless ages of beings, how could she possibly break through to the even more challenging Fifth Realm?

Underneath the earth, at the base of the Tower of Babel.

In a splendidly magnificent palace.

Grace pushed open the door, looking at Yudula in front of her, she spoke lightly, "I want to establish a Crown Prince, recommend a new Primordial God."

Yudula was not touched by Divine Blood, still with tenfold physical speed.

Because, Grace could not allow Yudula to rapidly die of old age, she is the foundation of civilization, the future of the era.

"You, after all, are too strong-willed."

Yudula looked at the once mighty one, now turned into a white-haired old woman, couldn't help but sigh, that withered face and aged appearance, made her heart's hatred and anger suddenly dissipate,

Yudula said, "I saw long ago, you have been deliberately erasing people's reverence for your godhood all these years, just to let an heir among all beings, gather new divine spirit and become a new spiritual pillar."

If Grace dies.

Without the Primordial God, in just a few generations, the bloodline of all beings will continuously dilute, dropping back to the Third Realm.

From the high-dimensional civilization of the Fourth Realm, dropping back!

The difficulty hard-won for civilization, going from divine to mortal, this she absolutely would not allow.

"Yes, I am pushing for a new descendant, she will still stand above you." Grace's cold gaze fixed, "You will forever be ruled over, enslaved."

Yudula merely smiled without speaking.

"Before dying, I have to make one more journey to the sky to see what bull demon snake spirit resides there." Grace coldly said, then left.

The Eastern Demon Dynasty, a thousand generations.

The new ruler attains the Dao, the new demonic realm Angel Primordial God unites the world.

In the prosperity, all could vaguely feel that figure's determination, many knew, that person was about to leave.

Sure enough.

From the central high tower, a message that shook everyone's hearts was delivered.

The Demon Lord Grace, who had suppressed the vast earth for a thousand generations, decided during the millennium birthday to explore the sky, to wage war on the source of the ancient forbidden zone.

The earth's many races were shocked, countless strong were stirred.

Upon hearing the news, the many races on earth had different attitudes.

For Emperor Liana, it's just a matter of time, the once-overlord is about to leave, she sighed with regret, not knowing what to think.

Meanwhile, within the Human Race Tribe, a Human Race Emperor wore the Vortex Emperor's Crown, with an indifferent expression, "She tricked me into an ambush, causing my body to be damaged, leaving only my consciousness to survive, hidden among the humans, considered to be my lifelong enemy...yet, I haven't had the chance to defeat her and wash away the shame, but she already..."

No matter who it is, all must admit, the Demon Lord remains a monumental landmark everyone cannot overcome on this land.

She suppressed an era, during her rule, none could defeat her.

Her legends, terrifying tactics, brutal iron-blooded rule, two heart-wrenching great cleansing plans, are forever imprinted at the deepest point of people's heart.

On this day.

The Demon Lord's millennium birthday.

A spectacle at the Demon Realm Tower.

All beings came to celebrate.

Leaders of different races came, offering countless treasures, exquisite delicacies, piled like mountains, a rare world wonder on this earth.

In the sky, endless exquisite angels, holding flower baskets, continuously scattering flowers and dewdrops,

"The contemporary Human Race Emperor presents the 'Martial Canon' as a gift."

"The Demon race comes to offer congratulations, presenting a priceless treasure, a Demon Patterned Spear."

"The Witch race presents..."

...

The Demon Lord Grace, unparalleled in grace, dressed in black armor, peerless glamour, sat on the throne,

She constantly listened to the gifts below, suddenly heard Emperor Liana, Emperor Hongqi, also sending gifts from afar to celebrate, a smile appeared on her face.

Frightened by her, fearing it's another trap, they dare not come.

However, these two enemies, having this intention is sufficient enough.

"So be it, so be it, today on my birthday, I shall ascend to slaughter the gods, not in vain to visit this world."

Her gaze sharp and cold, she stood up suddenly,

Everyone saw, behind the Demon Lord, the immense Feathered Serpent God, made from the intertwined muscles of countless Feathered Serpent Gods of the Fourth Realm, stood four meters tall on the earth.

This Feathered Serpent God was pieced together from hundreds of thousands of Fourth Realm Feathered Serpent Gods, majestic, vast, with an unimaginable terrifying aura.

This is the foundation of the entire civilization, billions of people forged this giant god-demon realm Feathered Serpent God.

The Demon Lord took a stride, entering the serpent head.

"Farewell, Demon Lord!"

"Farewell, Demon Lord!"

"Wish the Demon Lord victory from start to finish!"

All beings celebrated.

Roar!

Accompanied by a sky-rending roar, the immense Feathered Serpent God soared towards the heavens, expanding with the wind, soon reaching hundreds of meters, delving into the universe.

The fog clouds were torn apart, streaks of black light slowly descended.

A sharp aura pierced the sky.

The Demon Lord rode the dragon directly to the top of the sky, laughing heartily aloud, "Reaching this point in life without regrets, if I can slay as I please up there, it's not in vain to have walked the world."

Half a day later, blood rained down from the heavens.

Half the enormous body of the Feathered Serpent God fell straight to the ground, covered in scars.

"The king has fallen!"

Countless people wept.

[Eastern Demon Dynasty, Millennium Birthday, the Demon Lord Grace soared into the vast sky, wielded a blade against the heavens, blood stained the earth, the body left not a trace.]

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