Chapter 689: Chapter 176: The Great Catastrophe of the Human Race

Recovered from the shock, Lu Hong didn’t provoke the Goddess of Fate anymore. He had already felt her strength, which was absolutely boundless, and truly befitting of a Primordial Deity.

A long while later, the Goddess of Fate composed herself and spoke, “You are really annoying, you know that?”

“Sometimes I even find myself quite annoying.” Lu Hong smiled as he sipped the fine wine in his hand, which indeed tasted excellent, “This is definitely the best wine I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Haha, giving you this wine is simply a waste,” the Goddess of Fate seemed to be taking revenge for Lu Hong’s earlier provoking words.

“In fact, it seems to me that you exaggerated your capabilities before me,” Lu Hong speculated. “If you could really foresee the future, you wouldn’t get angry over my words. Am I right?”

The Goddess of Fate, with a flickering gaze, answered, “Yes, you guessed it correctly. I can’t penetrate fate.”

“But you long to transcend, to step out of predetermined fate,” Lu Hong pressed on. “Therefore, you initiated this Time War, just to verify whether the future you could transcend. If you could, you would foresee and thus prevent this time-traversal. But the truth is, they succeeded in transcending time!”

Listening to Lu Hong’s speculations, the Goddess of Fate couldn’t help but sigh, “Lu Hong, you are really smart. Everything you said is correct. I am disappointed; I still couldn’t step out of the river of fate in the future. As the Goddess of Fate, I am still played by fate. I am really not reconciled!”

Well, guessing everything correctly doesn’t seem to help either; Lu Hong didn’t understand fate and couldn’t help the Goddess of Fate change anything.

Yet, at this moment, the Goddess of Fate spoke, “Your intelligence has earned you a chance, an opportunity to resolve a future crisis.”

“You are willing to help me?!”

“Not exactly helping you, just showing you a way out,” the Goddess of Fate slowly began. “Right now, even if I were to reopen the extreme abyss, you would still be powerless to stop the invasion of the beast clan. Therefore, to resolve this problem, you need truly formidable powers, might that crushes every Heavenly God of the beast clan.”

“Who would have such power? Can the Ancestor Dragon do it?”

“The Ancestor Dragon? Who is he?”

Apparently, the Goddess of Fate was unaware of the supreme overlord reigning over the Endless Forest.

“Never mind, continue with what you were saying.”

“Although I sent two hundred and thirty-two Heavenly Gods of the beast clan to the future, I also knew it was impossible to change historical trajectories. Thus, using time reversal Skill, I fashioned their nascent divine phantom bodies when they first ascended. These phantom bodies are not the original bodies, but are created using the essence of those gods’ powers. Despite spanning time and space, the essence of the power has a mysterious sensed connection. By destroying the phantom bodies, the strength of those gods in the future will be reduced by thirty percent. After weakening them, you can travel back and much more easily resolve the situation.”

“So, my immediate priority now is to figure out a way to kill these phantom bodies of the beast clan’s gods, right?”

The Goddess of Fate shook her head, “Yes, and no.”

“You can’t change the historical trajectory by randomly killing. Of course, you can’t do that either; fate will always mysteriously prevent you.”

“So how am I supposed to defeat them?”

“When the time comes, you will naturally be able to break them,” the Goddess of Fate said gravely. “You should know about this segment of history when the human race rose up, right? Was there a period when the Heavenly Gods of the beast clan fell on a large scale?”

Prompted by the Goddess of Fate, Lu Hong really did remember, “Yes, according to historical records, during the era of human ascension, all races felt threatened. The beast clan allied with other races to strike against the humans, and the War God took risks alone, slaughtering over two hundred Heavenly Gods of the beast clan, deterring the ancients!”

“That’s the one, and the numbers also match exactly,” the Goddess of Fate said, her expression slightly dimming.

“But…”, Lu Hong spoke anxiously, “That would still be many years from now, at least a decade or more before it happens. Isn’t that too long a span? The beast clan’s gods might have already dominated the future.”

“That won’t happen,” the Goddess of Fate shook her head. “The future me will delay the beast clan’s invasion to give you time. Otherwise, why would she dare to send you back, exposing the time coordinates?”

“Alright.” Lu Hong nodded, agreeing with the other’s deductions.

Now, the immediate priority for Lu Hong was to break through and ascend as a Heavenly God, to become the War God of the era!

As their conversation ended, at the snap of the Goddess of Fate’s fingers, they instantly returned to the Divine Grace Plane at the headquarters of the Xiaozu Clan in Beixing Mountain.

The Goddess of Fate, looking at the lush green mountains around, smiled and said, “You really know how to pick a spot. In a moment, I’ll set up an Array that slows the passage of time for you. Inside the Array, three days will equal one day outside. This way, you can advance the time of your ascension and significantly boost your strength. Just make sure you don’t fail when the time comes to slay the gods and miss the opportunity.”

“I understand.” Lu Hong wanted to express his thanks verbally, but when he thought that all these actions were orchestrated by the young girl before him, he couldn’t bring himself to say the words of gratitude.

After helping Lu Hong set up the Array, the Goddess of Fate left.

Lu Hong couldn’t wait to enter the Array and began his meditation practice.

Time passed, and the Continent of God’s Grace underwent earth-shattering changes amidst the chaotic battles of the hundred tribes.

The beast tribe, curled up in the northwest corner of the continent, rose again when the other tribes were weakened and swept through, taking back the central region in a bloody and brutal resurgence.

As for the elf tribe, they withdrew from the power struggle under Agaso’s orders, their actions unknown.

As Heavenly Gods continually emerged among the Human Race, the increasing number alarmed the tribes.

Led by the beast tribe, war was waged against the Human Race.

This great war initially did not include the power of any Heavenly Gods.

The allied forces of the hundred tribes, numbering over ten million, marched formidably southward.

The Human self-defense forces held their borders, engaging in a massive battle with the hundred tribes.

After more than seven months of fighting, three million humans perished at the border, the tribes breaking through and invading the inland areas.

Wherever they went, every human was executed; not a single one was spared.

Song Quan was the first to lose his patience and attacked the grand army of the tribes, but unfortunately, as soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by five alien Heavenly Gods.

After a bloody battle, Song Quan escaped at the cost of an arm and was barely breathing when Lei Sai found him.

During this life-and-death crisis, the Human Race united like never before; all tribal factions gathered to launch a decisive battle against the hundred tribes.

However, the humans were still defeated, disastrously so.

Four million humans were mercilessly slaughtered. From then on, the main force of the Human Race was scattered, forced to flee into the mountains and forests to evade capture by the tribes.

And the Xiao tribe, in the most marginal region, also faced the iron hooves of the invading alien tribes.

Bodo, holding two Crimson Heavy Swords, looked at the endlessly approaching allied forces of the tribes, his eyes full of yearning.

Zoro chuckled beside him, “You’ve been waiting for this, happy now?”

“Of course,” Bodo grinned and said, “I really don’t understand why master wouldn’t let us join the decisive battle, but now that the enemy has come knocking, we certainly can’t run away, can we?”

Enkar glanced at Bodo, his voice deep, “If you dare speak ill of master again, be careful I might kill you.”

“Hey, Enkar, which ear of yours heard me speaking ill of master? I just don’t understand, don’t you get it?!”

“Master’s words don’t need to be understood, just followed.”

Zoro agreed, “Fourth junior brother is right, just do as master says.”

Bodo, somewhat impatient, said, “Yes, yes, you’re right. I haven’t gone against master’s wishes, but let’s not stand here and discuss this. The enemy is approaching; shouldn’t we serve them an appetizer?”

“Let me do it,” Zoro said as he swung his arm, and under Beixing Mountain, ten thousand Great War Masters raised their weapons high, their silver-gray Pure Steel Battle Energy intentionally channeled continuously into Zoro’s body.

Feeling the increase in strength, Zoro lowered his stature as countless Pure Steel Battle Energies converged in his long sword.

An intense oppressive force surged wave after wave, making Bodo and Enkar unconsciously step back.

When the charging time reached its peak at ten minutes, Zoro fiercely swung his sword, a flash of utmost destruction that pierced through heaven and earth.

Watching the silver-gray line of strike, Bodo couldn’t help but exclaim, “Every time I see this Skill, I feel how insignificant I am. I really don’t know how master created it; it’s truly terrifying!”

Enkar glanced at Bodo, “The Bloodthirst Skill that master taught you is just as terrifying and chilling.”