My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 564 - 550: No Human Could Ever Do Such a Thing
"Lost from the very start."
Fu Qingjun suddenly closed his eyes.
This sentence lingered in his heart for a long time, stirring his emotions.
He did not feel joy at the opponent’s defeat; rather, he felt a sense of pathos for easily, overwhelmingly defeating this former strongest hero of the Cosmic Emperor, who in history was written as the original ancient legendary Great Emperor.
The great momentum,
The great momentum,
how many heroes have fallen before him?
Even the sentence "lost from the very start" might also apply to himself; no one can remain eternally towering.
However, wasn’t his own reign too short?
Fu Qingjun crafted a small tombstone for the other, then placed incense on it, suddenly recalling a line of poetry fitting the scene, writing it directly on the tombstone as an epitaph:
"The mighty river eastward flows, sweeping away heroes like foam."
"Success and failure turn to naught."
"The green mountains endure, several times the red sunset."
...
Fu Qingjun finished writing the poem, and after setting the tombstone, fell silent for a moment.
He scanned the surroundings with his gaze and suddenly remarked, "Ultimately, it’s time for the routine inspection, to continue checking for potential oversights. This universe has become an ancient grand tomb, with too many structures, causing too much obstruction, blocking cause and effect, affecting the inspection."
He didn’t dwell on too many sentiments,
having previously planned to scrutinize every oversight and precaution of the opponent. Although he had checked the opponent’s soul light sphere, and found their conversation quite touching, with the opponent dissipating into smoke...
Yet formalities couldn’t be avoided,
After inspecting the soul light sphere post-death, he continued to check other locations of the cosmic land and the tomb.
"Fireballs."
"Fireballs."
With that said, Fu Qingjun used the most primitive and simple magic to meticulously smash the land of the entire cosmic space to pieces, digging three feet deep.
Rumble rumble rumble!
He began using the newly mastered Immortality Rule to carefully scan every piece of space and land in the universe,
"Using his rules to check for his possible oversights, providing the final assurance." Fu Qingjun was very patient.
...
On another side.
In a certain tomb in the universe.
Inside the coffin, a withered body opened its eyes, looking at the figure excavating in the center of the universe,
"What a good epitaph."
The old man in the coffin felt a bit touched, brushed aside the truly brilliant multicolored cosmic treasures on him, and the Immortal Venerable sat up, moved, "Isn’t it speaking of the current cosmic great momentum?"
——The mighty river eastward flows, sweeping away heroes like foam.
This line clearly speaks of the past and future cosmic rivers, tracing eastward, merging together, with all heroes gathering, ushering in the ultimate great era.
Success and failure turn to naught, this sentence doesn’t need much explanation.
All past achievements of the Celestial Venerables in the universe have been smoothed, their successes and failures have become void; prehistoric past victories and defeats have become silent, all mortals, Celestial Venerables, and Saints are restarting on the greatest common ground.
This sentence is brief yet powerful, remarkably expressing the ultimate fairness of the universe.
Yet it wasn’t just this, the most splendid part was the next line,
——The green mountains endure, several times the red sunset.
The green mountains clearly refer to the universe, this dead object quietly remains there while the heroes of the world have changed several times.
He continually evaluated this epitaph, it was clearly a very bright and breathtaking epitaph for a monarch of a dynasty where tomb culture was extremely prosperous, making him inevitably analyze it repeatedly, even with a keen interest in reading comprehension.
Though death was imminent, with great calamity approaching, he still maintained extreme calmness.
This was his true face,
Previously, all the arrogance, curses, resentment, fury, concession, and surrender he displayed were somewhat of a disguise to some degree.
"I calculated countless times, knowing full well that a frontal confrontation meant certain death, so I resorted to all sorts of strategies to attempt a fake death and escape, seeking a sliver of hope."
"So I chose feigned death, but he took my rules, killed me again, and stole my origin, yet not leaving?"
"The first time before dying, I cursed vehemently, and his distrust was one thing, but capturing my feigned death wasn’t."
"The second time before dying, I earnestly discussed philosophies, would he still not trust me?"
"I almost believed myself that I had truly died this time."
He rose out of the coffin, his expression a bit helpless.
This time, aside from not truly dying, all other dialogue, tea sharing, and rebuking the cosmic truth, were heartfelt and genuine.
His sincere feelings, exchanges, and philosophical discussions were true.
After all, the ultimate in lies is nine truths and one lie.
He was indeed deeply touched,
The cosmic great momentum was annihilating him, no one could escape the cosmic tribulation.
He indeed lost from the start, seemingly losing to the Lord of Creation, but in reality, he lost to the cosmic momentum.
But even though he knew he had lost, he didn’t plan to actually await death, he still wanted to take one last desperate attempt, to struggle and fight again like Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, with a strong will to live!
These greatest existences were indeed very difficult to overthrow and completely kill one by one.
But right now, what was the other doing?
Clearly, just after finishing their discussion, having shared mutual empathy, having a common stance, after his death, he began sweeping the remnants of his legacy?
This person was too cautious.
He watched, dumbfounded, murmuring, "He actually thinks I might have left a backup plan, still feigning death... Starting to level the entire universe, checking inch by inch?"
"These exquisite artifacts, cosmic burial items of immeasurable value, destroyed just like that."
"Wait, he built that little meter-high tombstone for me and wrote the epitaph on it, I thought he was moved by me as fellow Taoists and specially erected the tomb, could it be, that besides this one-meter tombstone, he plans to destroy the rest of my entire cosmic tomb?"
His face turned black!
Turned black to purple.
This was the universe mausoleum he created with his life’s blood, his heart’s possession, his proudest artwork, and now??
Furthermore, after just finishing a philosophical discussion, seeing a fellow Taoist depart, turning back to finish the incense, erecting the tombstone, writing the epitaph, and then started digging my grave inch by inch?
Is this something a person can do?
He looked at Fu Qingjun, who was nonchalantly digging the grave inch by inch, a bit dumbfounded.
But he knew, he would inevitably be found, as the entire cosmos’s tombstones and soil would break down and be cleared inch by inch, there was no way to hide.
Yet he remained obediently hiding in the coffin, hoping the other wasn’t patient enough.
After all, clearing the universe inch by inch was a massive endeavor. Even though the other’s current power was terrifying, summoning half of the Immortal Venerable’s true body, it would still take a long time to check everything.
Nevertheless, the other was very patient and eventually found him.
Opened his coffin.
"You, how are you so patient??"
The Immortal Venerable transformed into an old man, feeble, curled up in the burial general’s tomb, at this moment, looking woodenly at the massive giant face outside.
Fu Qingjun maintained a calm demeanor, honestly replied, "I just had a feeling you had hidden escape means, so I continued to thoroughly check."
He was dumbfounded, unable to utter a word momentarily.
The opponent became the universe’s greatest hidden mastermind, with his existence and tracks undiscovered until now, indeed not a false reputation.
"Please, Immortal Venerable, go to your death." Fu Qingjun earnestly clasped his fist politely and took out the carefully prepared exquisite one-meter small tombstone for him, saying, "Please!"
"Enough, enough."
He suddenly chuckled bitterly,
"I thought there was a sliver of hope, but unfortunately, the great momentum demands my death, and I have no choice but to die."
"Having once created the greatest tomb in cosmic history, now buried by this small grave, indeed considered a form of retribution."
He killed himself directly, slowly returned to rest in the coffin.
Bang!
The coffin closed.
The person’s aura completely dispersed, with his soul self-annihilating, ultimately saying, "Fellow Taoist, this time, I’ve truly died, no need to look anymore."
He cut the coffin open again, examined it carefully for a while, then closed it once more, adding a final sentence to the epitaph for him:
"Immortal World Venerable Shi Sheng, killed by heaven, overpowered by the great momentum."
