My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 466 - 452: The Vortex Country in History

"Too filthy, without a single moment of hesitation."

Fu Qingjun muttered, "Luckily, I was clever enough to decay first before they could decay again. I struck first, turned them into my subordinates for surveillance, and dealt them a blow. Otherwise, these old schemers would secretly defect, and I’d be in the dark about how I died."

Indeed, their conscience flared up, their passion rekindled, but it was just a temporary impulse, a flash in the pan.

They genuinely tried hard to be good people, to be heroes again, not slaughtering their close friends,

After all, if given a choice, who would want this?

But as soon as they faced imminent death, they immediately thought of sacrificing their old friends again, learning to decay like they did in the old days, truly soft-boned, unable to harden.

"This group of people is beyond saving. After decaying for forty billion years, the rot has sunk into their bones, impossible to remove. Even though I, the Venerable of Creation, have been so righteous and passionate, inspiring them to fight evil! To fight for the people and establish a moral heart for heaven and earth! But they still act like this?"

Fu Qingjun sighed.

After all, it really was a close call to being killed.

If I hadn’t decisively decayed, become a big capitalist, and struck at them, the entire world would have started to rebel and switch sides because they trusted and joined the other side.

It’s truly worthy of being called the "Trust" Celestial Venerable.

Only now did he finally bring out his true combat power to formally confront me.

Only decay can fight decay, Fu Qingjun thought it was very fitting.

"But fortunately, whether they defect or not doesn’t matter; none of it was outside my plan." Fu Qingjun shook his head, somewhat indifferent, "However, the future of the entire universe is handed back to them for governance."

After all, Fu Qingjun was already prepared.

"But there is a change in the plan, which means Bailong has to be wronged a bit, not having the chance to rise before falling so quickly, just like that ephemeral moment in history, yet the mysterious Vortex Country that reached an unimaginable pinnacle."

Fu Qingjun suddenly said, "But it doesn’t matter, Bailong’s fall is not a fall, I hold life in my hands, past and future, no one truly dies in my eyes."

...

Ka-cha!

A shocking thunderbolt streaked across.

In the span of a few years,

After the four Decaying Celestial Venerables, unexpectedly, young Celestial Venerables began to defect and sign contracts one after another.

"Thus, we can begin." Celestial Venerable Wen Ce smiled slightly, "Shall we now act against the Vortex Country, destroy their civilization, is that alright?"

At this moment, only the Vortex Country stubbornly resisted.

"Naturally, that’s the way."

One Celestial Venerable after another agreed.

Only the Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable at the side hesitated, finally sighing.

Destroying the Vortex Country, indeed, history is repeating itself again!

History appears remarkably similar, reverting to its previous trajectory.

"Primordial Longevity, Immortal, you two go together." Celestial Venerable Wen Ce ordered, "The Vortex Country will be handled by you two."

"Yes."

The two turned and departed.

Soon, they arrived above the territory of the Vortex Country.

They gazed upon the vast Vortex Country before them,

This was the largest domain of cosmic civilization since the dawn of time, where the Divine Demon Night Banquet was crafted, considered the center of the celestial creation, where the thirty-three Celestial Venerables all took it as their core.

This was a civilization that reached the pinnacle of prosperity.

Overlooking this greatest sacred land of cosmic creation, the Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable eventually couldn’t bear it, saying, "Master of the Vortex, if you surrender and join us..."

"Impossible."

The Sovereign of the Vortex Country, Bailong, with a Sun Golden Tower behind him, and the all-seeing, all-knowing eye of Hermes, filled with complex perfect vortex symbols.

He looked far into the horizon,

Seeing the two Celestial Venerables in the sky, he already knew the situation was hopeless, but so what?

Everything seemed like destiny.

History was repeating itself.

He knew his task from the moment the opponent wielded the power of trust, knowing the situation was doomed.

"To face my destined destruction."

"This destruction is to welcome a new birth."

Now they are the heaven, and if heaven demands his death, he has no choice but to die.

He still remembered Emperor Xia Tian, and even how they saw the remnants of mysterious ancient history that recorded the tale from billions of years ago: [The Vortex Country, aware of its impending demise, the sovereign used the power of the entire nation to create a temporal ark, leaving a hope for the future.]

This is his mission.

So, he tore apart his rules, rebuilt the temporal ark, and chose to forego resistance.

He could have fled with his rules, his time rules making it difficult for other Celestial Venerables to capture him, but he did not flee; instead, he chose the destined death.

"The younger generation of the Vortex Country, like Qin Hong, has already been entrusted to the Nether Celestial Venerable, our last seed of hope." Bailong slowly closed his eyes,

"I can see the distant future."

"The friendship between our two civilizations has been eternal since creation."

"The trust between our two Celestial Venerable civilizations transcends mere trust."

"No matter the distant future, Jiaxia of the Vortex Country’s descendants and the New Nether Celestial Venerable’s descendants will remain close friends, fighting together against the old decay."

The vast red light enveloped the entire civilization, like a sunset’s afterglow, clouds roiling, Bailong’s lips curled into a comforting smile, extending a hand, a temporal ark cast into the distant void.

"Stop him!!"

The Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable roared in anger.

The nearby Time Celestial Venerables moved to intercept,

Rumble!

Each Celestial Venerable Giant, millions of meters long, resembling ancient Mythical Giants, reached into the viscous, fluid-like void as if fishing for the temporal ark sinking into time.

At the bottom of the time river, countless currents flowed, knives, hooks, nets, all fishing.

The temporal ark was suddenly full of knife and sword marks, riddled with holes, yet ultimately vanished from history.

"Farewell, distant Jiaxia."

Bailong sat on the chair, did not resist, gently closing his eyes, reciting that heroic prophecy: "When the mighty hero awakens from the ancient coffin, he will lead us towards the next future!"

A faint mythological song echoed across the Chaos Wall,

"On the first day, Amiro created all things~~On the second day, Hermes bestowed knowledge~On the third day, Jiaxia imparted wisdom~~For the distant future, our hero will return~~"

Countless Saints in the universe seemed to feel something, slowly raising their heads.

Rumble!

The heavens and earth collapsed.

Countless crimson dust covered the land, countless clouds swept the sky.

"Heaven’s Wrath!"

The next moment, the entire Earth civilization disappeared into history’s river, leaving only a vast historical ruin on the ground, telling of a time when this land held the greatest ancient celestial civilization.

From the sky came a decree:

[The Vortex Country defied the cosmic order, violated the karmic law of the universe, thus all citizens of the Vortex Country will not enter the six cycles of reincarnation, their existence erased from the Book of Life and Death!]

The nearby Saints all heard this ethereal voice, vast and majestic, endless.

"The Vortex Country, it’s over."

The Immortal Celestial Venerable closed his eyes.

"History, it cannot be changed."

The Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable looked pained, three years later quietly erecting a monument for the Sovereign of the Vortex Country, "We’ve returned to the past, changed nothing, changed nothing."

"I admire you, I envy you."

He laid a bouquet of flowers before the tombstone and turned to leave, "Oh sovereign of the Vortex Country, your spine never bent, while we have knelt too many times, and can no longer stand straight."