Chapter 376: Could It Be Him

The land stretched boundlessly vast.

The firmament rose immeasurably high; even the gods themselves seemed unable to reach its end.

Surging, magnificent, majestic.

These composed the mythic landscape of this ancient Babylonian heaven and earth of the primordial age.

Mountains stretched in hazy grandeur, towering peaks rose one after another, divine trees grew, immortal fruits flourished in dense branches and leaves, carpeting the ground everywhere, sprouting about like ordinary blades of grass.

At this sight, the immortal demons and demonic immortals nearly let out a moan-like shriek.

Have my eyes been damaged by the death qi, or are they just not working properly?

Damn—are immortal herbs and immortal fruits really this worthless?

In this primordial Babylonian mythic heaven and earth, people walked between heaven and earth, passing immortal herbs and fruits at their feet without sparing them a second glance.

They didn't pick them for cultivation, nor for healing wounds.

Only for… brewing tea!

Looking into the distance at the ancient Babylonian forebears, one household led an ox-headed fierce beast larger than Higashio Dashan, plowing terraced fields vaster than the sea, toiling for a full day, then plucking immortal herbs from the mountains.

These immortal herbs, in the present age, would be impossible to find even in ten thousand years, requiring at minimum several hundred thousand years to grow, or even a million.

Yet this household of forebears casually plucked them, tossing them into their battered bamboo basket like rubbish, then drove the ox-headed fierce beast home.

Then, with a friend coming from afar—was it not a joy?

He made the immortal herbs into tea leaves to entertain his distant friend.

Although they couldn't understand the words these forebears spoke, watching their facial expressions and gestures, one could easily imagine the conversation.

"Sorry, I don't have any good tea at home to offer, only this rough tea—please forgive me."

"Haha, no worries, no worries. Actually, rough tea is pretty good too; this tea smells quite fragrant. Drinking rough tea occasionally is good for the body."

"Glad you don't mind. Stay for dinner tonight. It's been ages since you and I had a drink together."

"Sure—tonight we don't leave till we're drunk!"

"Haha, good! We don't leave till we're drunk!"

The gods, demons, immortals, and demonic immortals' eyelids twitched wildly, nearly losing their minds, just short of cursing aloud.

Rough tea?

Does this count as rough tea?

If this counts as rough tea, then what on earth are the teas we've been drinking? Piss? Damn it!

The primordial age is utterly inhuman!

"I suddenly feel the Da Hong Pao in my hand doesn't smell so good anymore," murmured a tea-loving tycoon from Hua Nation.

His wife beside him, hearing this, replied:

"Pour it out. Your Da Hong Pao is just rough tea among rough teas—oh, no, it doesn't even qualify as rough tea."

In a certain region famous for producing tea leaves.

A tea farmer out for a stroll tugged the passerby beside him, pointing grandly at the Babylonian mythic heaven and earth:

"See that? Even the ancient Babylonian myths drink tea. Know what that proves?"

"Proves what?"

The passerby answered instinctively, saying:

"Proves how mighty our great Hua Nation is?"

"No, more than that. It proves that us tea farmers were absolutely badass in ancient times. Immortal herbs served as rough tea—so what must the finest tea be like? It must be even more badass."

The Babylonian mythic heaven and earth continued on.

Primordial forebears casually plucked immortal herbs and medicines; children ran about carrying mountains on their backs.

Delicate little frames, yet charging forward bearing mountain peaks like Taishan, playing a game of bullfighting, charging at each other with mountains on their backs.

The mountains crumbled into pieces.

Accompanied by the children's laughter like silver bells, the kids were overjoyed.

In those days there were no modern toys—no figurines, no mobile games, no computers, let alone toys or cartoons.

Moving mountains to crash together, leaping into the sea to catch fish as big as Kun, swinging giant clubs to bash each other, and so on—these were the primordial age children's pastimes, very simple, and very fierce.

The gods, demons, immortals, and demonic immortals stared in stunned disbelief.

Before they could calm their hearts, they saw the daily life of the primordial forebears.

The daily life of the primordial forebears, setting everything else aside, was very simple and honest, lived plainly.

Of course.

This was simple and honest, plain and unadorned, only in the eyes of the primordial forebears themselves.

For example, their hunting.

To the primordial forebears it was hunting; to the gathered immortals, gods, demons, and demonic immortals, it was slaughter, a blood-soaked struggle.

The hunted prey were ferocious and savage—opening their mouths could swallow the sun and moon, raising their claws could tear apart the stars.

Their strength was in no way inferior to theirs.

The corners of the immortals', gods', demons', and demonic immortals' mouths twitched. In the primordial age, could they only serve as a pack of beasts hunted by the primordial forebears?

Their heartsets, unchanged for countless eons, nearly cracked open.

This kind of blow—no less than killing one's parents, digging up one's ancestral graves—the impact was unbearable for anyone.

Too magnificent.

The ancient Babylonian myth of the primordial age—this was an epic of myth, where the gods ruled, shaking the heavens above and commanding the netherworld below.

The scene kept shifting.

From the primordial forebears' sweeping grandeur, other myths appeared, revealing the struggle for dominance among the primordial age's initial realms.

Ancient Babylonian mythology, one of the four great ancient civilizations — it really wasn't boasting.

People saw the great mythologies of Reach the Origin Realm vying for supremacy, fighting for the land of Reach the Origin Realm, lighting beacon-fires to toy with the feudal lords, using the corpses of demon-gods and giant devils as fuel for the beacons, demonic smoke rolling for a hundred thousand li, igniting the flames of war — mythologies battling for hegemony.

Using great stars to travel, the gods and devils of the heavens descended en masse upon the land of Reach the Origin Realm and began to slaughter one another.

One mythology against another in great war.

Then other mythologies joined in, one after another without pause, until it became a great free-for-all.

The scale was magnificent, unprecedented, shaking the gods, immortals, buddhas, devils, and demons of all the myriad heavens.

"The Spring and Autumn Warring States, the Three Kingdoms wars — could they have looked just like this?"

People were shaken to the core.

The scene was so grand and magnificent, every single frame an epic, that one couldn't help but sigh — perhaps the great wars of the various states in ancient Hua were just like this.

Unconsciously, some people drifted into thought.

The great war between the Zhou dynasty and the Shang dynasty — was it also such a sweeping tide?

Upon the vast and boundless land, beacon-fires were lit, the war-fires of the gods were kindled, the slaughter turned heaven dark and earth dim, the victory of one dynasty was decided, and the decline of one dynasty was witnessed.

Too cruel.

To fight for one patch of heaven and earth after another in Reach the Origin Realm, to win greater prosperous ages for their own people — the great mythologies contended for hegemony over Reach the Origin Realm.

A true battle of the hegemons.

The great mythologies fought to the death, yet four great mythologies sat unmoved, possessing boundless heaven and earth, ruling over the Heavenly Three Thousand Realms. The great mythologies contended for Reach the Origin Realm, but not a single mythology dared seize the territory of those four great mythologies, nor dared meet their edge.

Ancient Babylonian mythology was one of them.

Outside the heaven and earth of Reach the Origin Realm that it ruled, the great mythologies contended for supremacy, yet Ancient Babylonian mythology showed not the slightest reaction — the strife and war outside could not touch the peace and harmony of its heaven and earth.

It possessed absolute power.

It deeply stimulated countless people across the globe; even gods, devils, immortals, and demons were shaken.

If one were to ask what true power is — this is power.

Sitting on a mountain to watch the tigers fight, laughing as one observes the world's affairs, untouched by all the turmoil of the world — is this not the very power they have long dreamed of?

Before the sighing could last long.

Very soon, the scene changed.

This epic, magnificent sight of an invincible sovereign was met with a single figure.

That figure came from no one knew where, simply appearing outside the heaven and earth of Reach the Origin Realm ruled by Ancient Babylonian mythology.

He walked into the heaven and earth of Ancient Babylonian mythology,

and then everything changed.

At this scene, the world was violently shaken, and someone made a chilling guess.

"Could that be… Him!"

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