As Supreme Zhang voiced his conjecture, the entire hall fell silent.
No one wished to believe such a terrifying possibility. If it were true, then even gathering all Law Realm guardians would be meaningless... Faced with an existence above upper-class Netherfiends and giant Demons, Law Realm beings would be as powerless as titled Martial Lords before true Law Realm powers.
How could they possibly resist?
This would be an unstoppable catastrophe of darkness.
“Impossible! All life has a limit!”
“Even Supreme Saints of the Law Realm only live about eight hundred years. And the distant era of Pangu and Nüwa was at least thirty thousand years ago—no living being could possibly survive for so long.”
“But we truly don’t know the origins of Demons and Specters.”
The Law Realm guardians erupted into heated discussion.
Supreme Zhang did not explain further; this was only his conjecture... Moreover, with the decisive battle for survival about to begin, he had already contacted Americonia’s Gifted Supreme, Arthur Rook, to verify his theory before the war.
“Everyone.”
Supreme Zhang sat at the main seat, surveying the entire hall.
“Enjoy these days while you can.” Supreme Zhang’s voice was low: “I, Zhang, will join Arthur Rook to explore Antarctica and strive to find the source of the abnormal cold currents.”
If we can’t find it, we’ll go to war directly—first wipe out all Netherfiends and giant Demons.
If we do find it—
Supreme Zhang paused, then shook his head in silence. He himself did not know what humanity could do if they truly came face to face with such an ancient terror.
With a swish—
After issuing countless instructions, Supreme Zhang transformed into a streak of black-and-white light and, through the open floor-to-ceiling window, shot away thousands of meters in an instant.
As the world’s strongest, he set out for Antarctica together with Gifted Supreme Arthur Rook.
During this time, the remaining Law Realm guardians stayed in the country, awaiting the final battle.
What must come, will always come.
Andrew Han sat quietly in his seat, silently observing the stillness that enveloped the hall.
If given enough time to master the Consciousness Constellation Cultivation Method, I could look down upon the current era, Andrew mused inwardly, untroubled and calm.
The Consciousness Constellation Cultivation Method originated in the era of Pangu and Nüwa.
Moreover, this cultivation method was likely developed specifically for the demands of war.
With a completed star-map, I can slaughter Netherfiends.
Andrew Han brushed off his Green Mountain Robe, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "If I can complete a Constellation—sit upon a true Constellation—perhaps I could contend with beings above Netherfiends."
Meanwhile, the Law Realm guardians departed one after another.
The conference room grew emptier, its chill and clarity increasing.
Andrew Han stood up, clenched his palm, letting the wind element shatter and scatter: "We will win."
Whoosh!
A streak of cyan light swept across the sky.
As he soared through the air, Andrew Han patted his pocket, unlocked his phone, and sent Monica Zhang two or three WeChat messages... Life should be enjoyed to the fullest; he didn’t want to miss these beautiful moments again.
Even if humanity were to perish in the not-so-distant future.
At least he had once obtained, once possessed, once lived a colorful life.
It wasn’t about fear or philosophy.
Andrew Han simply felt that the life he had struggled so hard to obtain shouldn’t be cast aside. After all, some things, once lost, are very difficult to recover.
"I’ll go back after the meeting."
"I’m in the Imperial Capital, very close to Southvale Province. Excuse me, where is Monica Zhang, the little fairy?" Andrew Han sent a photo of a corgi wearing sunglasses.
...
Southvale Province, Greenfield City.
Despite the wartime state, Greenfield City, as the provincial center, remained prosperous and bustling, with crowds thronging the streets.
People moved in endless streams, smiling as they strolled or shopped for New Year’s goods. With more street vendors than usual, the atmosphere was lively.
Beside the street.
"Daddy, Daddy, I want ice cream."
A little girl skipped along in her pink coat, cheeks rosy in the cold wind, tugging at her father’s hand and gazing longingly at the ice cream shop on the corner.
New Year’s Eve was approaching.
A trace of worry crossed the middle-aged man’s brow, but he tried hard to hide it from his daughter.
He handed her a small bill, letting her run off to buy ice cream on her own.
The little girl’s laughter echoed as she dashed away.
The man gazed at her back, his heart heavy, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.