Chapter 5

Above outer space, the light curtain fell, the images flowed, as if having experienced myriad years of vicissitudes.

One after another, divine shrines resolutely sacrificed themselves for humanity, for these descendants of Great Xia.

Turning into countless wisps of remnant souls, they returned to the ancestral land.

Only Lu Chen remained, like a stone statue, guarding the Milky Way Frontier.

Countless demons continually struck the Milky Way Barrier; all people saw was a solitary, desolate figure standing alone on the ruins.

That was a man wielding a divine weapon, gazing at the heavens, alone facing a hundred million demons.

Fierce battle, bloody slaughter, near death……

The people of Xia could not count how many times Lu Chen had nearly been buried outside the galaxy.

This will be the most tragic myth and history in the world! With one person's power, he guarded the galaxy's frontier for tens of thousands of years, never stepping back, never resting! Besides facing countless terrifying demons, what is even more heartbreaking is the loneliness Lu Chen endured over tens of thousands of years.

All his old companions had perished; only the desolate night sky kept him company, he could not see his homeland, and even a sigh uttered on that ruin could not be heard by anyone.

"Master... it's too hard!"

In the livestream, countless people felt moved.

After all, loneliness and darkness are the world's most terrible poison; an ordinary person in a dark confinement room would completely break down and go mad after just a few months, yet that ancestor actually persisted for tens of thousands of years! 'Time is truly merciless; even an immortal, guarding for ten thousand years, would grow white hair.'

A bullet comment drifted by slowly, and only then did everyone notice that Lu Chen in the picture, though his appearance remained handsome, now bore a hint of twilight.

So even gods can grow old! A pang of bitterness flashed in everyone's hearts; that ancestor had truly given too much for humanity! 'Look, more demons!'

"Why are there still so many!"

"The Eastern gods gave their lives to perish together with those powerful demons; these must be the offspring of Western gods mating with those beasts, not as strong as those innate demon gods."

"But even so, there are too many demons; can Master hold out?"

"Hard, hard, hard; after tens of thousands of years, Master's divine power is almost exhausted, unable to withstand these demons' assault on the pass."

"Moreover, the galaxy's interior has been ravaged by demons, riddled with countless wounds; the ancestor had no reinforcements, and could only rely on himself to resist stubbornly."

Many felt sorrowful, watching the screen as Lu Chen, exhausted to the extreme, repeatedly repelled those demons.

His divine blood dried up, his body shattered, causing heartache to the extreme.

"Hehe, I said facts won't change; foolish Eastern gods thought that by sacrificing their lives they could block the gospel of God?"

"Truly laughable!"

"Admit it, the blood of us flows necessarily in the bodies of modern Eastern people; it's just that your bloodline is impure, making you appear yellowish-black, while only we, the high‑born descendants of gods, are white!"

"I estimate that the galaxy's frontier shattered only because your so‑called old ancestor knelt and begged for mercy, letting God forgive his sins; otherwise how could he still be alive today?"

Non‑Western netizens posted bullet comments; to them, Western deities are orthodox, surely it was the mighty God who unified the galaxy universe.

Only then would everything that followed happen! No one raised objections, after all the situation lay plain before them; even if Lu Chen were stronger, he was ultimately just one person.

The consumption of tens of thousands of years had long left him with exhausted oil and wick!

"Could it be that our Xia's gods have truly been defeated?"

"No, impossible; our Xia civilization has been transmitted to this day without interruption; if those Western beasts ruled the world, how could they tolerate us?"

"Look, there's an omen in the ancestral land!"

In the picture, an omen suddenly appeared, streams of flowing light rushing toward the galaxy's frontier!

Many widened their eyes, gazing at this scene, their expressions excited.

"This… this is Great Yu, who cast down a divine needle to subdue the floods on Xia's land, and actually transformed into a deity rushing to the galaxy!"

"This white‑haired old fisherman, though his flesh and blood are withered, actually possesses such strength—could he be Jiang Taigong?" "I understand, I understand; for tens of thousands of years, Master has been imparting immortal arts to our ancestors, and now among humanity there finally exists one who has grasped the Dao and become an immortal!"

"Look, that old man rode a blue ox backward out of Hangu Pass, and actually rushed toward the heavens beyond!"

"Good, good, good, Xia has gods, Xia has gods!"

"Before, Master was an innate deity; after, he became an acquired immortal; one could say without that ancestor, there would be no Xia!"

"As the teacher of all immortals, he educated and transformed the myriad things of Xia, winning a sliver of vitality for the East; such merit is revered by heaven, earth, spirits, gods, and people!"

Many people surged with new enthusiasm, unable to contain their excitement; over tens of thousands of years, Lu Chen spread the method of becoming immortal across the ancient lands of Xia, and finally it bore fruit.

Countless figures from myth and history stepped into the void; after tens of thousands of years in the East, new gods emerged! And thereafter they continued to appear endlessly, without cease.

From the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the sages of the Warring States, after grasping the Dao, they resolutely went to the galaxy's frontier.

These beings, taking Lu Chen as their teacher, feared no death, and thus each perished in turn.

But similarly, the Western gods and extraterritorial demons also suffered numerous wounds.

At this moment, the original history and mythology intertwined, finally letting everyone know the true face of the past hundred thousand years.

That is a chronicle of the Xia deities, for the sake of guarding the rise and fall of humanity.

It is the vile history of the Western gods betraying humanity.

It is the vicissitudinous history of Lu Chen alone guarding for a hundred thousand years!

Above the universe, the light curtain began to dim, and everything dissipated like dust on ruins.

The people of Xia once again saw that desolate, familiar back, as if everything had returned to the starting point.

His taught disciples, his acquainted old friends, once again perished; the vast galaxy frontier still had only him left……

In the livestream, everyone shed tears.

"Master, this life… is too hard!"

"The partings and deaths over a hundred thousand years—he is merely long‑lived, not cold‑hearted; even if his heart were iron‑stone, it would be riddled with wounds."

And the Western peoples, seeing countless Western gods fall one by one in the picture, were incredulous, hysterical.

"No, no, how could God die?"

"Even Zeus was defeated by the Eastern gods?"

"Absurd!"

"Hehe, this is just a farce; do you really still believe it? The East has always been a hard‑to‑educate place, full of heretics, a land that does not believe in God, destined to perish!"

Indeed, now I strongly suspect this is a drama staged by Great Xia themselves—Disperse, disperse!

The Westerners' barrage fills the live stream, yet at this moment no one has the mood to pay attention.

Above the void, that ancestor with countless white hairs slowly speaks.

"Since you are visitors from the ancestral land, do not step across this Galaxy Edge Pass."

"One hundred thousand years have passed, the final law is about to end, and not only many gods will revive, but those demons as well."

"From now on, neither inside nor outside the Galaxy will find peace!"

"However, I will also teach you the Immortal Arts; this is the ancient gods' legacy."

"Whenever calamities arise, the Immortal Arts must be passed to all beings, so that they have a sliver of hope!"

(End of Chapter)