The words were carved. When the last word was carved on the stone tablet, everyone's passion seemed to be exhausted. The people slowly stood up. They were silent, and they stared at the stone tablet in the center.

They carved their own end on the stone tablet, because no one would record history for them, and their rebellion was about to begin.

In the eyes of the people of Luji Kingdom, this stone tablet represents everything to them.

"Let's go!"

Shangjie gently stroked the stone tablet, which represented the entire Luji Kingdom's rise and fall and then its return to the kingdom. It was extremely old, and only when words were engraved on it, the light it emitted would make people feel a sense of security.

But now, this sense of security was about to be taken away. The light of the stone tablet completely disappeared, and only the densely packed words were coldly engraved on it.

What kind of feeling is this? There is nothing left for the Kingdom of Luji to be nostalgic about. The "national destiny" has become indifferent, and the "national destiny" is no longer there.

"Has the luck of the human race really dissipated?"

People couldn't help but ask this question.

The children began to cry, and the young and middle-aged people also began to cry, but most of the elderly did not. They just looked at the stone tablet silently, which represented their last "hope".

This is a belief, a true belief.

Brilliant light!!!

This is the final adjective.

The stone tablet flew, this huge stone tablet rushed into the sky. The air resistance, the gravity of the divine realm, it seemed that all the "forces" seemed small in front of it.

What kind of courage is this...

This allowed those looking up below to vaguely sense the glory of their ancestors.

However, they had never seen such splendor, and they could not imagine it.

Only at this moment will the light of their ancestors shine upon them. They have a home, and their home is in the ancestral land.

These are a group of wandering people. They can no longer go back, so they can only use this letter to bring back their news.

Is it hard to leave your hometown, or is it better to be buried in peace?

····

Dark clouds began to gather, thunder rumbled, and the entire divine realm would not allow anything to be out of its control.

What a powerful thunder!

It seemed as if everything was meaningless. First it was white, then blue, then purple, and then black.

The color grew darker and the lightning grew thicker.

What kind of pain is this.

"Will it succeed?"

This kind of deterrence made the "ordinary people" below start to think more.

But this kind of overthinking is obviously unnecessary.

“It will work!”

This is what the stone tablet told them.

A flame ignited in front of the stone tablet, and the acceleration became faster and faster. This was the power that could break through everything.

"boom!"

The Sword of Dawn pierced through the sky, leaving a big hole in the dark sky.

The sunlight shone down through the hole.

Even the setting sun, even the lingering glow of the red glow.

But—that’s light!

·····

In Chaoge City

The Human Emperor had been sitting on the stairs in front of the main hall in the city center for too long. He seemed to be feeling something, or waiting for something. At this time, the city of Chaoge was still dead silent. This scene was too weird.

"boom!"

The stone tablet broke through the dark clouds in the sky and smashed directly into the central square of Chaoge City. When it landed, the powerful impact caused by its rapid movement and its own huge mass suddenly became mild.

The meteorite that was supposed to destroy the world landed smoothly on the ground, and the inscription on it emitted a dazzling light with the help of the city's "luck".

"This is?"

The Human Emperor walked towards the stone tablet with some urgency. He had a vague sense of anticipation, and his previously forgotten memories gradually awakened.

"The Luki Kingdom?"

He gently stroked the stone tablet as if he was stroking his own child. He had a bad premonition, which made him a little nervous.

But he still read the words on it, and his expression gradually froze.

"I am a member of the Luji lineage of the human race..."

He began to calculate the time. The method of dating based on the Human Emperor had ended a long time ago. He didn't expect that some humans were still using it.

Tears fell drop by drop, he was very sad, or very moved.

It is now March, which means that this race has used its last resort.

"It can still be saved!"

"It can still be saved!"

He was a little crazy, and this was not the spirit of a king, but in the eyes of this old man, these were his children. It was like you had the most terrible nightmare and then suddenly woke up.

It was a feeling of relief.

Now the souls of my Shang clan have not been awakened yet, so I can only let that kid from Yan State go.

The Human Emperor thought to himself that he had already spent too much energy here in order to open the greetings of the dead souls.

But this is the last chance for the human race. If they cannot use these stored national fortunes to make a name for themselves, then the human race will always be an ordinary human race, and the rise of the human race will always be ridiculous.

"It seems that we need to advance our plans."

He looked at the Nine Cauldrons in front of him. They were the storage device of the Shang clan's national destiny and the symbol of the entire Shang Kingdom.

"Use the Human Emperor Seal."

He walked forward and touched the nine tripods. Every time he touched one, the tripod would emit a strange light. It was a peaceful feeling. In this lonely city of Chaoge, this feeling was very precious.

All nine tripods emitted light, and a seal slowly took shape and rose from the center of the nine tripods. The national destiny condensed inward, and the spirituality of the seal continued to increase, and the wonderful symbols on the seal became more and more vivid.

"Resurrecting the dead souls requires at least 90% of our stored national fortune, and we must leave 5% in reserve. Let's input 5% here."

"Although I can't manufacture large-scale national treasures for the human race, I should be able to open the divine domain and perform simple national destiny condensation. It should be enough for that kid."

"Back then, our human race migrated abroad in one hundred batches. Now, I don't know how many are left. If we can reintegrate on the God-Forsaken Continent and free ourselves from the shackles, the revival of our human race will be just around the corner."

An expression of anticipation appeared on the calm face of the Human Emperor. He recalled the hundred years of struggle back then. It was truly a magnificent era.

The groups of people who took the initiative to seal off the divine realm and preserve the human race's flame, with anticipation for the war between gods and a yearning to find them again after the human race destroyed the gods, were a generation that truly sacrificed for the revival.

Unfortunately, even though the human race had prepared many backup plans during those hundred years, they were still useless under the racial ban of the united gods. The human race could only watch itself regress a hundred years, watch its own spiritual intelligence dissipate, watch the human race go from a glorious era to primitive people, and be enslaved by those weak races.

And over the past thousand years, who has truly been able to lead the human race out of this ignorance and backwardness where they have lost their intelligence and heritage? It must be that young man.