Chapter 1122

While Fang Yu's main body was still teaching the Dao in the Eternal Life Realm, a fragment of his spirit silently arrived in another world.

The vast cosmos, devouring the starry sky!

This was a desolate town, utterly barren; few humans could be seen within it—in fact, almost none—but many life signs pulsed throughout.

Lifeforms, not humans.

"This world…"

Above the desolate town, a black hole appeared, and Fang Yu's body materialized; his gaze swept outward, sensing that the first impression this world gave was desolation.

Ruined walls and shattered remains littered the town, as if it had endured countless battles.

Beyond desolation, Fang Yu also sensed that this world carried the heavy aura of a late Dao era.

Spiritual energy, as such, clearly did not exist—this was an age devoid of spiritual energy.

As for the many worlds within the Eternal Life Realm—such as the Buddha Realm or the Dragon Realm—he could not perceive their traces, and naturally, the power of the Great Dragon Phenomenon Scripture was greatly diminished.

Of course, if he cultivated the Great Dragon Phenomenon Scripture with ten thousand ancient celestial dragons, even without the Dragon Realm, his strength would remain unaffected—ten thousand dragons merging into himself, power returning to himself, his Dao techniques would not weaken due to the world's differences.

"Saying there is no spiritual energy is not entirely true—strong ones do not blame their environment."

Fang Yu stood in empty space, sensing this world; though it lacked ordinary natural spiritual energy, pure yang xu yuan qi, or clear spiritual qi that could directly enhance a cultivator's body and spirit, it had the sun and stars—and thus the Great Star Scripture could still function.

Fang Yu took a single breath, and countless rays of sunlight and starlight descended upon his body, coalescing into the Book of Infinite Stars.

At this moment, Fang Yu's arrival in this world made him seem like a star deity.

Sssss.

At the very instant he arrived, countless whispers rose from beneath the ground, as if something were murmuring in secret.

Fang Yu's spiritual sense pierced underground and saw that beneath the city lay a sea of black, writhing beastlings—each no larger than thirty centimeters, slightly bigger than a human palm—but there were simply too many of them.

Hundreds of thousands, millions, even tens of millions.

Countless beastlings—more precisely, rat-beasts—lurked beneath this city, seemingly preparing to launch an assault upon humanity.

Within this city, a few human experts were indeed fighting other beastlings, utterly unaware that danger was imminent.

Most striking of all was a tall man, broad-shouldered and slender-waisted, his body brimming with explosive power; with a casual strike, he could slay countless beastlings in the town.

But now, this towering man was surrounded by countless rats.

In the next instant, countless rats squealed shrilly and surged wildly toward the towering man.

In that instant, rat-beasts filled the entire town—endless, as if nothing else existed in the town besides rats.

"What the hell is this? A rat tide?"

The towering man's face darkened with solemnity; in his hand, a long blade swept effortlessly, slaughtering hundreds of rat-beasts with each swing—but there were simply too many.

The rats showed no fear of death, launching furious bites at the towering man.

Even as the rats attacked, flying beastlings appeared in the sky—eagles, or perhaps vultures—each diving down to strike the towering man, determined to trap him within this town.

This was a conspiracy, a trap—a coordinated assault by countless beastlings aimed at eliminating this human expert.

"Rats have gained wisdom and power—when rats acquire wisdom and strength, they become a threat to humanity."

Fang Yu stood in empty space, watching the battle between rat-beasts and humans below; he sensed that, barring an unexpected turn, this human expert would perish amid the endless tide of rats.

Ordinary rats were not terrifying—it was rats with wisdom and power that were dangerous; under the command of a rat king, countless rats had launched this slaughter, determined to kill the human expert.

This human expert, in this world, truly deserved the title of expert—he was an invaluable treasure to humanity; each such being could protect countless others, shielding humanity from beastling invasions.

"Will I really die today?"

Lu Gang had imagined dying in battle someday—in this terrible age, where beastlings infested everywhere—even though he had reached the War God tier, he knew death was possible; but to die at the hands of rats, this vile and hateful race, filled him with unbearable resentment.

But today's rats were simply too numerous, and he could sense within the endless horde a supremely powerful and cunning rat king, waiting constantly for him to slip, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

"Then come on, you damned rats!"

Lu Gang roared, his long blade sweeping again and again, taking countless damned rat lives—but these damned rats reproduced and multiplied too swiftly; even after slaughtering countless rats around him, more surged forward, preventing him from taking a single step outward.

He was now trapped at the town's center; breaking through to the human base seemed impossible.

"If only I could fly, I might escape."

Lu Gang entertained the thought, but immediately knew it was fantasy.

After the Great Nirvana, surviving humans had gained tremendous physical strength—they could run at speeds unimaginable in past eras, strike with power beyond comprehension—but they were still human; flight was impossible.

But suddenly—

His gaze lifted to a point high above, and he saw a figure standing calmly in empty space.

Hovering in midair!

With no support whatsoever.

"Could this be an illusion? Have I grown so weary that I'm hallucinating?"

He slashed again, killing many rat-beasts, then looked upward once more—this time, he saw clearly: it was no illusion; a figure truly stood there.

It was a young man, seemingly in his twenties, clad in a feathered Daoist robe, eyes like stars, bearing an air of noble antiquity.

"A Daoist priest?"

A great doubt rose in Lu Gang's mind.

At that moment, the young Daoist priest spoke: "To meet is to be bound by fate—why not come up and sit with me?"

Lu Gang felt his body rise involuntarily, ascending into the sky until he stood before the young Daoist priest.

The rats, countless rat-beasts, could only scream in fury from below, powerless to reach him.

"This…"

Lu Gang could hardly believe his eyes—what manner of person had he encountered, who could lift him from the rat swarm?

He had never imagined such a thing could happen—was this young Daoist priest some celestial master descending from the mountains?

Lu Gang knew that in Huaxia, many Daoist sects existed, but during the years of the Great Nirvana, no Daoist priests had emerged to quell the beast tides.

Great Nirvana. Great Nirvana.

Over the past several years, every living being on Earth underwent violent mutation. Many creatures died, while those that survived evolved — humans included, as were the birds and beasts. But those birds and beasts, following nature's law of the survival of the fittest, evolved far more, and some of the terrifying monsters even gained intelligence.

A terrifying struggle between species erupted on Earth. Countless sea creatures, birds, and beasts banded together to launch a fierce assault on humanity's position at the top of the food chain. No one knows how many humans were killed and devoured. It was an incomparably brutal slaughter — a chapter of history humanity cannot bear to recall.

It was not until strong ones were born among humanity — Hong, Lei Shen, and many other experts — that humans finally gained a foothold and secured a space to survive.

This was the Great Nirvana Era.

But in the Great Nirvana Era, there seemed to be no Daoist Priests.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life. This time, if not for you, I'm afraid I truly would have died at the hands of these rats."

Though curious in his heart, Lu Gang still expressed his thanks to Fang Yu. He knew the Daoist before him looked very young — seemingly just a young man — yet with a casual move had grabbed him up and rescued him. Clearly, this existence was absolutely not what he appeared on the surface; he was very likely a figure like an elder Celestial Master of the Daoist sect.

Therefore, even though he was the War God of the human world, he offered this young Daoist sincere gratitude and respect.

The Great Nirvana Era and the years that followed — strength is honored. This was the great lesson humanity learned.

"We humans are the spirit of all things. If we truly died at the hands of these rats, it would indeed be a loss."

Fang Yu's gaze turned to the tall man before him. His Immortal Law could still be used in this world. Of course, having come to this world, he could also learn this world's methods of cultivation and take in the scenery of this world.

"May I ask how to address you, Senior? My name is Lu Gang."

Lu Gang's eyes carefully surveyed his surroundings. He did not sense any force, yet now he was in the void. "I wonder which school of our Huaxia you belong to, Senior. Your methods are truly remarkable — I cannot even see clearly why I am up here in the high sky."