"Just when everyone was cheering, thinking that the Heavenly Demon Clan was about to usher in its ultimate glory... he made a move against the Heavenly Demon Clan."

"Who is he?" Li Qianxia asked.

"Among the Heavenly Demon Clan, he is Black."

"Black?!" Li Changzhou, Li Qianxia, ​​Yaochi, Bi, and Yang Qinglan suddenly remembered that in the Queen's memory, someone shouted "Black" before dying.

"What does it mean to say, 'He is black among the Heavenly Demon Clan'?" asked the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

The Queen continued, “We always thought he was Black until we fled our homeland and found a stone tablet in a Taoist ancestral ruin. The stone tablet recorded some secrets of heaven and earth. From one of the stories recorded on it, we learned his true identity.”

At this moment, everyone was unable to move, and the surrounding stars were going out. Despite being on the verge of death, they were still drawn to her words.

This may be the most closely guarded secret in the universe.

"After attaining enlightenment, the Dao Ancestor traveled throughout the world, seeking to discuss the Dao with other sages in order to gain enlightenment."

"Over countless years, the Dao Ancestor encountered eleven sages. This story takes place between the Dao Ancestor and the seventh sage."

"During a conversation long enough for a civilization to grow from birth to prosperity and finally decline, the Dao Ancestor accidentally obtained a message from the seventh sage."

“Sages are trying different paths, fighting with other sages, creating universes, cultivating civilizations, and so on. Among these paths, there is a special sage who enters one civilization after another, repeatedly creating something from nothing and becoming a sage time and time again.”

"The Dao Ancestor was somewhat surprised at the time. To become a saint, one needs great perseverance, great talent, and great luck. Perseverance and talent can be constant, but luck is not. This saint was able to become a saint time and time again, proving that he surpassed everything in perseverance and talent."

The Dao Ancestor asked, "Who is that fellow Daoist? Where is he now?"

The seventh saint said that no one knew where he was, and all the saints called her "Black Hand".

"The Dao Ancestor asked again, 'The Black Hand?'"

"The seventh sage explained that after becoming a sage, he would use a black hand to annihilate civilizations without leaving any trace. He also used a black hand to fight against other sages."

"Wait a minute," Yaochi asked疑惑地, "If it left no trace, why would the ancient ship still be there?"

“There’s also fate,” Yang Qinglan said in a deep voice.

Even though she couldn't move, Li Qianxia still shivered: "Brother, it's over. I think there's a huge conspiracy involved."

With a splash, the ancient boat was lifted out of the river.

River water?

The group floated up and came above the ancient ship, as if they had come from Earth to Earth's orbit.

They were able to move their bodies again, and when they looked down, they were so frightened they almost fainted!

In the long river of time, a black hand scooped up a handful of water, and the enormous ancient ship rested in the water in the black hand's palm, as tiny as a fish the length of a fingernail.

The ancient ship was bigger than the Earth!

This is in the long river of time!

The strange phenomenon before our eyes signifies that the ancient ship has broken free from the river of history and exists independently of time.

What kind of supernatural power is this?! What kind of magic is this?! What kind of might is this?! What kind of being is this?!

boom!

A black mist suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes, carrying an immense, emotionless power.

Once again, everyone lost control of their bodies. It wasn't the black mist restricting them; it was the fear they had instilled in them!

Li Changzhou stared in disbelief at the black mist before him.

Li Qianxia, ​​Yang Qinglan, and Yaochi were also extremely surprised.

—You have two choices.

"Who are you?!" Li Changzhou asked in a deep voice.

—First, inherit the Black Handprint, also known as the Emperor's Seal, and continue to replace the will of Heaven with your own heart, seizing the power of creation from Heaven and Earth; second, abandon the Black Handprint, win everything, and become the 'victor'.

Everyone was already stunned by the surprise.

Even with the profound knowledge of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, she could not comprehend the current situation.

If the Queen wasn't lying, then the black mist before them was the 'black' she spoke of—the saint who kept becoming a saint. But why was she talking to Li Changzhou? It seemed as if she had been waiting for him here and now all along?

“The path to becoming a ‘victor’ has begun. Saints are either isolated upstream in the river of time or become official players. As a saint, how could you possibly manifest?” Li Changzhou tensed up.

—I lost the battle against fate, but I also won a small victory and left something behind.

The black fog is terrifying.

Defeat Heaven?!

Such a person, if not for the game of value being played out, might truly have achieved "destiny"?

Choose one.

There is no need to hesitate.

Li Changzhou replied directly, "No matter who you are, I will not inherit anything from you. I will walk my own path, no matter which one I choose!"

He felt an instinctive affinity for the black mist, yet also a certain aversion to it, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.

The black mist remained cold and devoid of any emotion.

As the "black hand" mentioned by the saints, she has lived for countless years and destroyed countless civilizations. What else can shake her will?

—The road is a shortcut, but also a constraint; it is a constraint, but also a shortcut. How so?

"Forget about shortcuts and constraints. Once you know what you want, work towards that goal! If there's a road, walk it; if there isn't, forge your own!" Li Changzhou answered almost instinctively.

What do you want?

"It's none of your business, and nobody else can interfere." The words still didn't allow him time to think, directly addressing his true intentions.

The black mist vanished, the black hand disappeared, and the ancient ship returned to the river of history.

Li Changzhou opened his eyes and found himself back on Cangqiong Star.

The planet's molten magma is cooling rapidly, the orange-red ball lightning hasn't even completed a full circle, and stars are everywhere.

The stars are shining brightly, and the universe is full of life.

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