Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 612 The Great Escape

Ziweixing.

The long robe woven from dark purple starlight fluttered without wind, causing the Star Clan Venerable, Huang Shi, in the quiet room to tremble.

"He has returned! He has returned!"

On the blackened purple bones of his face, there flowed ferocious gray runes. These runes prevented the cracks on his purple bones from widening and also endowed him with infinite divine power.

At this moment, his terrifying face was filled with fear.

"How could it be so fast? Why... why did they return so quickly!"

Like a wild beast trapped in a snare, he paced anxiously before the cold, dark purple stone table. Fear gripped him, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, he grabbed a strangely shaped pipe from the table and took a deep drag!

"Ugh—!" The shriek of the remnant soul echoed and twisted.

The exhaled grayish-white smoke formed the shape of a skull.

The runes on the purple bone solidified instantly, and Huang Shi finally let out a long breath, barely suppressing the turmoil in his mind.

The Star Clan servants standing below exchanged glances, and one of the bolder ones asked in a low voice, "Great Lord Erosion, who is the 'He' you are referring to?"

"That being... He has returned." Huang Shi opened his eyes, his voice still trembling. "He has returned to that once-glorious continent, now... the Burial Ground of Gods. He said we should wash our necks clean and wait for Him to come and kill us!"

He is the creator, the originator, and the true ruler of the universe.

He was born from the primordial chaos of the universe and is the sole ruler of the cosmos. Compared to Him, the Star Clan are merely inferior beings born from the mucus of an eggshell.

"The Burial Grounds of the Gods" is what the Star Clan calls that semi-colonial continent.

The core of the world, once known as "Brilliant," collapsed into a barren second heaven and a shattered subcontinent below after the creator and the gods fell one after another.

The glorious past of that land has long been carefully erased by the Star Clan, and no one remembers the name "Brilliant" anymore.

now……

Huang Shi clenched his teeth, his knuckles digging deep into his palms, and the dark light in the depths of his purple eyes flickered wildly, revealing extreme resentment and bitterness.

"How hateful! Give me another 100,000 years... I only need to devour all the billions of souls He created, how can He then awaken and return?"

"It was Him!" The servants below turned pale instantly, fear spreading through them.

They were all too familiar with the ancient legends of that one.

Like the StarClan, He is immortal and can treat the humans He created, and indeed all living beings, as livestock to be used at will...

But He developed feelings for those ants, and millions of years ago, He split His soul, proclaiming that He would revive humanity and create reincarnation.

Has He actually succeeded?

The attendants were also thrown into panic: "Venerable Desolate Erosion, what should we do?"

"What do we do? Run! Of course we have to run!"

Huang Shi's face was both crazed and resolute.

"His power of foreknowledge was once given to the ancient Sawu tribe. Ten thousand years ago, the wise men of the Sawu tribe were wiped out by the Temple of Holy Light. The current Sawu tribe is just a group of savages who eat raw meat and drink blood. There is nothing to worry about."

"As long as we escape, no one will be able to detect our existence. Once we leave Ziwei Star and use the chaotic energy we've collected over tens of thousands of years as cover, there are countless planets in the universe, as numerous as grains of sand. No matter how strong it is, it will still take some effort for it to find us!"

"Venerable Desolate Erosion is wise!" Hearing these words, the attendants' moods calmed down.

But then they remembered something and their expressions changed: "But Venerable Desolate Erosion, Venerable Returning to the Void, and Venerable Burial of Calamity have received that message and have already led their troops to conquer. If we escape, what will happen to them?"

Huang Shi had thought of them too.

A few days ago, they received news that Chu Xuantian, on whom the Star Clan had placed great hopes, had ascended to heaven with the divine status and soul of the Creator God, and had even thrown the Star Realm into chaos.

Enraged, they immediately dispatched the Star-Sniffing Hounds, and Venerable Guixu and Venerable Zangjie also personally led the expedition, vowing to capture Chu Xuantian.

The Star-Sniffing Dogs could detect the scent of star energy in Chu Xuantian's mind, and the direction they were heading was roughly the same as the location of the Brilliant Continent...

Thinking of this, Huang Shi's heart skipped a beat.

"Damn it... Could this be a trap?!"

Upon hearing this, all the servants froze in shock.

"Then...should we immediately send out the highest-level recall message?"

"No!"

His eroded purple finger bones suddenly clenched into a fist and slammed down heavily.

The Return to the Ruins and the Burial of Calamity have been underway for some time now; recalling them now is not out of the question...

However, their combined legions tested the depths of that continent and its power...

This is a more prudent approach for his devastation and even for the survival of the entire Star Clan!

"Don't inform them." The eerie light deep within Huang Shi's eyes transformed into the coldest, most resolute determination. "Prepare for the entire tribe to migrate immediately! It must be done silently; absolutely no news must leak out!"

The servants looked at Huang Shi in disbelief.

The Desolate Erosion Venerable actually intends to abandon those two Venerables and the entire legion.

However, the shock quickly dissipated, replaced by a chilling calm and acceptance.

The Star Clan are immortal and have long since shed all the redundancy of "humanity".

Morality? Guilt?

It's all a joke.

Their sole belief is absolute self-interest.

We must live on, for thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years. As for the survival of our own kind... what does it matter to them?

Under the command of the Desolate Venerable, the massive migration order spread silently.

Countless Star Races began to move, and one after another, giant ships enveloped in chaotic energy and disguised as meteorites or nebulae quietly took off.

Purple Star, their nest that they had occupied for tens of thousands of years, was completely abandoned under the cover of chaotic energy.

This vast and ruthless exiled group fled to an unknown corner deep within the vast starry sky, like frightened birds in a sorry state.

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Leader of the Beasts.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

The gloom and bloodlust that had shrouded the Beast Territory finally dissipated with the complete annihilation of the Star Clan.

Sunlight falls on the land where scorched earth and new shoots coexist, carrying the warmth of surviving a catastrophe.

Qin You gazed into the distance, her eyes sweeping across the peaceful land and the countless survivors gathered in the square, their bodies still stained with blood and dust.

"Wadasi priests..." came the excited, choked voices of the believers behind them, a long-awaited call from their faith.

Qin You slowly turned around, a faint smile curving her lips. That smile no longer belonged to the Vadashi God Servant, but was a clear and pure smile after all artifice had been washed away.

"From now on, there will be no more Vadashi."

Her clear and melodious voice resonated throughout the venue, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, creating intense ripples in everyone's hearts.

Everyone's heart trembled.

"Then... how should we address you?" someone mustered up the courage to ask.