Two and a half months later, after Jiang Hao brought over and killed the last wave of monsters from the world of gods and demons, the previously noisy Mustard Seed suddenly fell into complete silence.

A gentle breeze stirred the red mist on the ground, causing it to drift in wisps and strands through the air. Jiang Hao could clearly sense countless mustard seeds swaying rhythmically within the red mist.

Previously, Jiang Hao could only sense the vast ocean of mustard seeds by concentrating all his mental energy. However, when his attribute value reached one trillion, he could freely perceive it. When his attribute value reached two trillion, the ocean unfolded before his eyes. When his attribute value reached three trillion, Jiang Hao could see the monsters infinitely far away in the God-Demon Battlefield without needing Yun Xinghe's Heavenly Eye, relying solely on his mustard seed perception.

When Jiang Hao's attribute values ​​reached hundreds of trillions, the entire battlefield of gods and demons had changed in his eyes.

In the battlefield of gods and demons, whether it's the red soil on the ground, the wisps of red mist drifting across the land, or the various monsters in the distance, they are all nothing more than mustard seeds.

If Jiang Hao wanted, he could refine a large number of mustard seed clones with a single thought, causing those monsters to be quickly decomposed. If he wanted, he could even make the earth on the battlefield levitate into the air, causing the mist to condense into a river of blood, flowing from the ground to the heavens.

By this time, after nearly six months of relentless monster-hunting, Jiang Hao's attribute value had reached 1356 trillion.

Jiang Hao finally found that sliver of opportunity to become a god.

That opportunity actually lies hidden within the battlefield between gods and demons.

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Hao summoned a vast array of mustard seeds imbued with an ancient aura, which began to move rhythmically through the air. Meanwhile, in Jiang Hao's mind, a wondrous scene slowly unfolded.

This is a continent suspended high in the dark sky, its size unknown. In short, even the highest mountains on it seem like grains of sand in the Ganges River compared to this continent. Within this continent, the aura of life, the aura of time, the aura of space, the aura of slaughter—all sorts of auras—slowly rise from its surface.

As time passed, rivers on the continent changed their courses, mountains and valleys rose and fell, and the entire continent was constantly changing its appearance. Some of the previous auras gathered in the high sky, becoming thicker and thicker, and their pressure became stronger and stronger. Other auras, with the changes in the continent, evaporated less and less from the continent, until they no longer appeared and naturally dissipated in the high sky.

When a desolate aura, seemingly appearing from another world in the darkness high above, carrying the power to destroy the entire continent, crashed down upon the land from the heavens, the dozen or so terrifying auras that remained on the continent met that aura head-on.

They seemed to be the guardians of this continent, facing destruction without hesitation as it loomed. Although the intensity of their aura was no match for that aura of annihilation.

When the dozen or so auras finally collided, all of them became chaotic. It was as if a dozen buckets of ink of different colors had been poured into the same large dye vat and then violently stirred together. In short, Jiang Hao lost the ability to sense those auras.

The continent that had been floating in the darkness was pierced through as if by a high-speed missile, and then completely shattered and disintegrated in a violent explosion, breaking into hundreds of thousands of pieces that flew into the distance in the void.

That original continent is destroyed!

Jiang Hao felt a sudden, inexplicable sadness.

It was as if countless living beings on that continent had died in an instant, and also as a dozen or so energy clusters whose auras could no longer be sensed.

Even though hundreds of thousands of years had passed, Jiang Hao still felt a pang of heartache.

After a long while, the energy cluster, mixed with more than a dozen auras, finally churned and merged into a chaotic mass after the most intense collision and consumption. It was something whose state and attributes were indescribable. It could not be probed, described, or touched. That chaotic mass gradually settled downwards until it completely enveloped the hundreds of thousands of continental fragments.

That chaotic area began to become increasingly blurred.

Jiang Hao tried his best to send more and more mustard seeds into those ancient mustard seeds, wanting to explore what happened to those hundreds of thousands of continental fragments in that unexplorable chaos tens of thousands of years ago.

However, the entry of the new mustard seeds acted like impurities, hindering the evolution of the ancient mustard seeds and making Jiang Hao's perception increasingly blurred, until finally, all the mustard seeds carrying the ancient aura dissipated.

All the mustard seeds imbued with ancient aura on the entire battlefield of gods and demons had been mobilized by Jiang Hao during that recent evolution. This allowed him to traverse hundreds of thousands of years and glimpse a corner of the truth behind that cataclysmic event. Even if all the mustard seeds on the entire battlefield were mobilized now, it would be impossible to see anything more.

It turns out that the previous Lingxu was actually a whole continent.

It turns out that in that war, in order to resist that aura of annihilation, more than a dozen ancient gods perished at the same time.

Where did that aura of desolation come from?

Why is it so determined to destroy the Spirit Ruins?

Jiang Hao didn't believe that the aura was from a planet colliding with another planet and causing its destruction. At this level of battle and destruction, all actions are purposeful, premeditated, and meticulously planned or rehearsed. Chance is the last thing that can occur in such a situation.

However, Jiang Hao couldn't speculate on where that aura of annihilation came from or what it was.

Crossing the mustard seed-sized barrier of the battlefield between gods and demons, Jiang Hao deliberately sensed the outer space that enveloped the entire battlefield. Even after traversing an infinite distance, Jiang Hao only had some subtle sensations.

So Jiang Hao simply had Xiao Shi take him to the sky, infinitely far above the battlefield of gods and demons.

Stirred and mixed into an indescribable chaotic state, it clearly appeared before Jiang Hao's eyes. All he saw was a thick, gray fog, neither churning nor moving. Even the mustard seeds within it seemed frozen solid.

Jiang Hao suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

The thick, silent fog before him was exactly the same as the sense of annihilation that Jiang Hao had sensed earlier, a sense that was about to destroy the entire continent!

In an instant, Jiang Hao, carrying Xiao Shi, retreated a million kilometers.