The various images in "Man Will Conquer Nature" foreshadow a change in the heavens—

Those who dug mountains generation after generation, in the last three generations, the old died from overwork, the middle-aged died from rockfalls, and the young died from tigers in the mountains.

The old ghost stirred up power, and the mountain digger's posthumous child was born, inheriting his ambition to move the mountain.

But the next moment, the scene changed again: no woman was willing to marry into the Mountain Moving Family, to suffer herself and her children, to have her unborn child die alone, and to die without offspring.

Boom!

The scroll sank, as if the sky had collapsed.

"Pfft!" The old ghost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The demon ox howled, forced to its knees by the weight of fate's scroll!

"All you do are play petty tricks," the true dragon scoffed. "Destiny? Absolute strength is the true destiny! Kill!"

Among gods, immortals, demons, and monsters, the ghost, one of the five true forms, was bound by the chains of divine order, the demon was bound by an oath, and then the true dragon also made its move.

He did not rush towards the temple.

If he were to attack Li Changzhou, no one would stop him, but if he dared to charge towards the Holy Temple, all the semi-saints would be his opponents.

Even without the power of the two true forms, the true dragon still displays boundless dominance, capable of crushing all realms of the universe and making everything submit!

With a single punch, the Dragon Fist erupts, unleashing supreme power.

The scroll of fate was almost overturned.

Li Changzhou leaped up and stepped onto the canvas of fate.

He drew upon his vital energy, causing the power of all the major systems to surge. He traversed the mountain twenty times, ingested ten thousand kinds of pollen, and reached the peak of his abilities!

"Heaven's will cannot be defied, fate cannot be changed. Those who obey Heaven will live, those who defy me will perish!" Li Changzhou suddenly pressed down.

Boom!

The scroll of fate was trampled on.

"Ah!!" the old ghost roared, no longer daring to sit on the ghost ox.

He stood in mid-air, clapping both hands upwards simultaneously, like Pangu lifting the sky.

The true dragon retains its human form, yet its body is as agile as a dragon's. Its entire body bursts forth with eighteen consecutive dragon punches, each punch carrying the true meaning that 'strength is destiny'.

"Kill!" the three roared simultaneously.

As for the others, they had already fallen into their fate. Even the most powerful beings, such as the Corpse Gene, the Fairy, and the Demon Lord, could only stand still and resist, even though they did not obey the arrangements.

They were bound by an oath and could not act.

As for interfering with the space itself, that's also forbidden—the entire space is shrouded in the scroll of destiny, and to dare to make a move would be to break one's oath and confront the King of Black Mist.

The light grew stronger and stronger, getting closer and closer to everyone, like a sun being crushed and flattened into a pancake.

It's like a flower bud blooming, its petals unrestrained, stretching out freely in all directions.

Even with the screen blocking and weakening the light, the spectators in the universe were still blinded by the glare.

This is the brilliance of Heaven's will, the light of the Great Dao.

Li Changzhou descended slowly, stepping on destiny; his figure in the light seemed to be the arrival of the Great Dao.

Old Ghost was extremely shocked and enraged.

Although he was missing the Ghost Ox and the True Dragon was missing two of its true forms, the two of them together could not stop the fate of the King of Black Mist!

Actually, the main issue is that the scroll of fate doesn't change fate much.

The location, time, event, and participating beings remained unchanged; only their order changed.

The fate of a demigod is hard to change, let alone when there are three thousand of them.

Let alone preventing all the demigods from participating in the Holy City War, it would be difficult to even slightly influence their past paths.

There was a faint rumble of thunder in the sky.

The crowd sneered. All three thousand Heavenly Wills were dissatisfied with Li Changzhou, enough to trigger Heavenly Punishment!

Li Changzhou remained calm, ignoring the thunder. The scroll of destiny had completely fallen, and the threads of fate, with their own will, were sewn into the Great Dao.

Boom!

An ancient well briefly appeared, spewing out a beam of purple heavenly tribulation light. The primordial divine tree was almost split in two with a crack, with only its roots still connected.

Li Changzhou coughed up blood, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and his breath was exhausted and weak.

Yaochi, who was at the forefront, resolutely turned around and rushed towards Li Changzhou.

"Are you sick?!" The Crown Princess was right behind Yaochi, both confused and annoyed.

If she could, she would love to rush into the temple herself, but beside her were the immortal elf queen who had been with her on the first step, and behind her were fairies, demon lords, and others.

She had a chance, but it was very small.

The Crown Princess intervened and directly sent Yaochi into the Holy Temple.

"Go, don't worry about me!" Li Changzhou roared, choosing to retreat and disappear into the Seventh Holy Temple.

The other half-saints couldn't make a move, but Old Ghost and True Dragon could. Knowing they had no chance, the two of them immediately gave chase.

"Help the King of Black Mist!" With Old Ghost gone, Tian Shi lifted Ghost Bull and led the other eleven Half-Saints—formerly Heavenly Saints—to rush towards the Seventh Holy Temple.

As for the rest, bound by oaths and order, they could not attack each other and could only make one last desperate attempt to enter the Eighth Temple.

Yaochi was the first to enter the temple.

She quickly calmed down and didn't go out again, heading straight for the main hall of the temple.

Thirty-six light-years is a distance that light would take thirty-six years to travel. Even a demigod would find it too short and be afraid of crossing it with too much force.

Although the temple was vast, without any competitors, Yaochi stepped inside in one go.

As the Crown Princess, the Elf Queen, the Fairy, the Demon Lord, and other semi-saints entered, the last ray of light from the main hall's portal disappeared.

"Well done, Your Highness." The Longevity Elf Queen's expression was unpleasant.

"I never expected you to be so selfless. Could you also be one of the Black Mist King's wives?" The fairy's aura was icy, freezing the void.

"The Crown Princess has established order and then destroyed it, believed in it and then doubted it. She has almost no followers. Given her personality, it's impossible for her to be with the King of Black Mist," the Demon Lord said.

He sized up the Crown Princess before continuing:

"I guess the two of them have reached an agreement: she will help them with the Eighth Temple, and the King of Black Mist will fully assist her with the next four temples."

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