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Kong Jinghong’s race specialized in cultivating the world’s strongest abnormal attribute: space.

His family’s expertise lay in the straightforward way of attack and defense, the Space Slash.

But now.

He felt the power within him, only to discover in terror.

That his power of space could barely adapt to the current world environment.

In this era, it seems only basic space abilities can be manipulated.

For example.

Simple spatial teleportation, space storage...

Abilities like shattering space are nearly unusable; the space barrier of this world has become too solid, impossible to manipulate.

This made him feel as though he was about to be reduced to a mortal.

His immense power felt inferior even to those who cultivated secondary laws like gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Weak!

Too weak!

An unprecedented feeling of weakness engulfed his whole body.

"How long have I been asleep?"

He raised his head, gazing at the grayish world.

The sky was a red-black hue, strewn with a broken space galaxy, exuding a desolate yet beautiful aesthetic.

"Did we really lose?"

His gaze fell on the citizens before him, revealing a slight look of realization,

"They were all locked by our Immortal Venerate, making use of Life Divine Techniques, lit with Celestial Lanterns within their bodies, neither able to seek life nor death."

This was the method of the companion beast.

Locking life within the shell for companionship in burial.

It seemed like eternal life, but in reality, it was the most agonizing torture in the world.

Because your "core" is locked within your body, merely to ensure the combat power of the shell.

You can only watch your shell wander aimlessly from an observer perspective, following a predetermined logic, guarding the tomb.

Silently observing everything, unable to do anything, this kind of pain and powerlessness is imaginable.

Always muddle-headed, gradually losing oneself with the passage of time.

Loneliness is the greatest torture.

The roaming citizens around him, their "Celestial Lantern" souls, had mostly lost their selves.

Their memories were completely erased over the years, becoming soul clusters...

"Then, how did I manage to awaken?"

As Embers, Kong Jinghong had a classic reaction, thinking he hadn’t died.

In reality.

He was already a living dead with brain death in his previous life, his consciousness long blurred.

After death, only the logic of the soul shell allowed his intellect and thoughts to return.

If previously he was a living human locked with a brain-dead consciousness bundle.

Then now, he was a genuine dead, but one with a clear self-awareness.

"Strange."

Kong Jinghong sighed, traversing among the roaming puppet dolls, "What era is it now? The world has changed its appearance."

He walked and walked, eventually seeing the resplendent Immortal Venerate Palace.

"Those were the palaces of our ancestors, the Immortal Venerates of Kong Country..."

"Let’s take a look."

He wandered over, entering the palace.

Watching the Golden Armor Guards patrolling repeatedly.

The legendary War Gods, Celestial Gods were nowhere to be seen.

Even these Golden Armor Guards were made into Tomb Guardian Puppets.

Gods were dead, demons annihilated, he resurrected on this land known as the tomb, seeming lost.

Between heaven and earth, it’s an indescribable silence.

"Living beings, living beings... are there no living beings?" A fear named loneliness arose in his heart, he started to run in small steps, faster and faster.

Crazy running!

As if to escape this atmosphere of loneliness and despair through frantic running.

Where...

Where are the living beings?

Could it be that in the entire universe, I’m the only living being left?

The Golden Armor Guards did not stop his mad dash, allowing this ordinary family disciple to directly enter the core areas he had never been able to step into before.

The Immortal Palace core area.

Kong Jinghong toured around, finally spending several hours to see a corridor full of divine majesty.

"Found it, found it..."

He looked at the corridor, his heart ablaze.

He remembered his father’s look of adoration and longing when he was young, telling him:

[Outside the Immortal Venerate Hall... the Mythical Corridor, recording each enemy of the Immortal Venerate’s growth, documenting the most glorious combat achievements of that ancestor!]

[Every time during court, the powerful ministers would pass through this corridor to meet the supreme lord...]

"Lord..."

His expression gradually became determined, speaking in a deep voice:

"Where exactly are we now? In what era?"

"Who am I? Where am I? Why did I awaken, instead of joining them in eternal ruin?"

He stumbled towards the corridor, seeing the corridor of historical years, unexpectedly pulling a fresh, straight string.

"What is this?"

"Living beings, this line, it must be living beings..."

His dead eyes flashed with joy, holding the string, swaying all the way onward.

The mural paintings along the way, each battle scene, the mental impact on his consciousness made it increasingly blurry.

But he still gritted his teeth, forging ahead.

Persistent, persistent!

He was too confused, seeing this ruined homeland, too eager to seek out the truth of the world.

He wanted to see that supreme existence who gave them endless courage.

Suddenly.

At the end of the tunnel, a light appeared.

A living figure moving.

—Was that the supreme great lord and his ministers?

A white light illuminated his eyes, blurring his vision, he cried out with tears of joy, "Immortal Venerate... Immortal Venerate, is it you?"

When the light faded.

The end of the corridor, the grand hall of the Immortal Venerate was wholly apparent.

A group of peculiar creatures sitting on the ground, chatting perpetually, picking their toes, chuckling and laughing.

The creatures were also stunned looking at him.

Some paused their toe-picking.

Some stopped their blacksmithing posture.

The blacksmiths all looked over as one.

—Immortal Venerate, Immortal Venerate is that you?

The youth shouted this with yearning written all over his face, utterly confused, what did he want to do?

However, No-Life Whale, being the professional Tomb Raider, was the first to react.

She was very clever, and knew better how to raid tombs, gain people’s trust—no, gain Embers’ trust.

Swoosh!

She stretched out her hand, using [mail] to send a flower over, in the eyes of others, it appeared as if she used space vortex power to remotely retrieve a flower.

No-Life Whale handed the flower forward with a gentle expression: "Child, you’ve suffered, now the world has changed drastically, we can use space power only this way."

Food God stood up among them, tear-streaming, carrying three parts bitterness, seven parts remembrance, a complex expression:

"It’s me, it’s me... Good child, good child... You’ve finally awakened!"

Food God inwardly sighed, other newbie blacksmiths had yet to react, really too weak! It still depended on us veteran blacksmiths, trained for years, for the performers among pseudo-humans to rise quickly.

You?

You all?

Kong Jinghong was entirely stunned, his mind blank.