"When brothers die, they are wrapped in horsehide; when relatives perish, their will is carried on for generations; when lovers are lost, their love is buried on the banks of the Wujiang River."

Jiang Yuan's expression was solemn. He sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Xuan Yuantian. The aura gave him a familiar feeling; it was the source.

"Remember, if one day darkness engulfs the entire world, live on, the flame of human civilization must not be extinguished."

"The Imperial Star is humanity's last chance!"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Tian, ​​bearing the rules of the battlefield, stood at the pinnacle of the world, just like Jiang Yuan before him, thanks to the power of the world's pulse.

The waves could no longer surge, and an ancient cauldron, with its myriad auras descending, suppressed the entire sea area. The Nine Provinces Cauldron, which carries the destiny of the nine provinces of China, reappeared.

The past and the future are intersecting; it's time for someone else to carry the banner of humanity!

"Senior, may I know your name?" Jiang Yuan's aura gradually returned to his body, and the Killing Divine Flame calmed down.

He had experienced death far too often; he understood the emotion of dying for one's race.

If that day ever comes, he will make the same choice as the pioneers and sages.

"Xuanyuan Tian".

The three words seemed to pierce the sky, and the rules of the battlefield brought down divine punishment—the cruelest punishment for those who lost on the battlefield.

Thousands of miles away, the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers surged with enormous waves, and two giant dragons, one green and one yellow, raised their heads.

"Jiang Yuan."

Xuanyuan Tian turned back and looked longingly towards the direction of the Nine Provinces, then said solemnly, "Return to China, wipe out the invading sea tribes, and restore a bright and clear world to the Nine Provinces!"

A true demigod appeared, and Xuanyuan Tian charged towards the group of half-dead beings in the Sea King's Palace.

Xuanyuan Tian was once a figure on par with the Three Sovereigns. He and the Yellow Emperor were the most dazzling pair of emperors in China. If they had not made sacrifices to the source, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors would have become the Four Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Unfortunately, some people are born with a heavy burden.

"senior!"

Jiang Yuan was filled with emotion. The battlefield opened again and again. The human race was not as strong as the dragon people in the Jurassic battlefield, nor as resilient as the insect race in the Cretaceous battlefield, but they were still able to survive the battlefield time and time again. What was the secret?

The sacrifice of humanity's forefathers? The inheritance of their indomitable spirit? Or a united and bloody struggle?

In Jiang Yuan's eyes, all of these exist. In the long history of human civilization, although many vermin have bred, there are far more moths drawn to the light.

"The mandate of Xuanyuan, the soul of the battlefield!"

Xuanyuan Tian completely merged with the battle spirit from the previous battlefield, and the power of a demigod shook the entire space. Jiang Yuan and the others were also thrown out of the battlefield.

The war against the Half-Decadents was the war between Xuanyuan Tian and his people, and it was also the last gift that the Battlefield of Fallen Gods left to human civilization.

The gods have fallen; now it's the turn of these demigods!

"Jiang Yuan, take the Sea-Stabilizing Needle back with you. The Sea Clan has launched a general offensive against the two rivers!"

Gong Suxin, who was well-versed in divination, sensed a dark moment for the future of the human race. If the sea race wanted to conquer China, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River would become the lifeline of China.

Jiang Yuan looked back at the sea, where divine punishment was everywhere. Xuan Yuantian was fighting against the half-dead beings of the Sea King Palace despite the sanctions of the battlefield rules. Moreover, the Twin Rivers of China were formed from Xuan Yuantian and were fighting as dragons. He had used this method in Nancheng before.

As for the consequences, Xuanyuan Tian will not only have to accept the punishment of the battlefield rules, but will also be devoured by the battle spirit. In the end, there will only be one result: he will be reduced to ashes.

The ending may have been predetermined, but he still couldn't stop feeling sad.

"Husband, let's go quickly."

An Xiaoyu gently comforted him, saying that, just as Xuan Yuantian said, the price of tearing apart the darkness is enormous. Even if one's closest relatives die in front of them, one can only die on the battlefield to carry on their legacy.

"Master, let's go, Reincarnation is about to collapse," the Tomb Maiden urged.

Jiang Yuan's condition is too bad. If he cannot be moved to a safe place, then endless depravity awaits him.

"Eight Gates, Lock!"

Jiang Yuan grasped the void, and the Gate of Earth, the Gate of View, closed; the Gate of the Deep Sea, the Gate of Kan, closed; the two gates were locked, and he once again took control of the Sea-Stabilizing Needle.

He used the power of the Heart of Death, activated by the secret of the Heart, to add the power of the Boundless Heart, and the infinite power poured into his arms.

"rise!"

He shattered the void beneath his feet, raised his bloodshot eyes, and looked towards China, saying, "Find the landing point of the Sea-Stabilizing Needle. I will make the sea race pay for their blood debt!"

Gong Suxin was already prepared. She kept turning the compass in her hand and finally selected three locations.

“There are three suitable locations. First, the Longmen in the Qinling Mountains, where Yu the Great controlled the floods, has a natural dragon vein running east to west.”

"Secondly, Tianzhou Capital City is currently the most concentrated location of China's fortune. If you choose the capital city as your landing point, it will not only enhance your wartime fortune but also strengthen your prestige, which will help you become the leader of the human race."

"I choose the third one!"

Jiang Yuan barely hesitated, because he knew what the third location was, and he had his own reasons for choosing it.

First of all, the Qinling Longmen Pass, where Yu the Great controlled the floods, has become a vast ocean. This is because the sea creatures suffered a crushing defeat there in the last battle. Therefore, the Qinling Longmen Pass has now become a den of dragons and tigers. Even if a sea-stabilizing needle were placed there to effectively block the seawater, the risk would be too high.

Another issue is Tianzhou, the capital city. This place is far from the Mesopotamian region, and the landing of the "Sea-Stabilizing Needle" would cause huge losses to Lizhou, making it impossible to take care of the overall situation.

"You mean, place it in Ancheng?"

Jiang Yuan grinned and nodded, saying, "Ancheng is close to the Yangtze River, with Haicheng in front guarding the dragon's throat, and the Kunlun and Himalayas, two major protective dragon veins, behind it. Most importantly, the only lucky temple on the entire battlefield is located there."

"You mean, using the Temple of Fortune as the base for stability!"