Chapter 1831: The Great Waves of the Era, Rolling In

"Self-verification of the God-Dao?"

Wang Jian looked at the path of embroidery threads rushing straight into the clouds from the dust, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He didn't expect this Blue God-Dao to choose to perform self-verification of the God-Dao at this moment... Self-verification of the God-Dao is a process where heaven and earth personally verify the past, and human civilization judges whether to grant a position. Once one enters self-verification of the God-Dao, they are protected by heaven and earth and cannot be attacked.

Wang Jian looked at the aged figure slowly stepping onto the God-Dao stairs and snorted coldly. He only regretted that the previous slash hadn't hit a vital point to kill him in one blow.

On the Blue God-Dao stairs,

Drops of scarlet blood bloomed on the steps.

The aged figure clutched the wound at his waist, stumbling step by step up the stairs. Even after hundreds of years, his eyes remained pure and bright... He just looked at the end of the Blue God-Dao, his clothes dancing wildly in the wind.

The figures of the Blue God-Dao practitioners from time immemorial took physical form at this moment. A blue star hung high at the end of the stairs. In a trance, one could almost see the figures of great men who had left their mark on this path, looking down at Yao Qing, who was slowly climbing up...

Yao Qing slowly closed his eyes.

The experiences of his life merged into the Blue God-Dao along with his legs. His memories were personally verified by heaven and earth at this moment, turning into intermittent light and shadow, projected onto the void!

In an instant, that Blue God-Dao leading to the firmament shone brightly!!

……

“……”

"Yao the Sissy! Hahahaha, look, he even has a little bird embroidered on his school uniform~ Only girls would wear clothes like that, right?"

“……”

Jing Si stared blankly at the flickering light and shadow above, looking at the young figure being bullied by a group of boys in a corner, and muttered: "Is this... self-verification of the God-Dao? It's my first time seeing it."

"If we don't count existences like you who have already completed self-verification of the God-Dao in the past, this person should be the first to promote to a demigod in recent years, right?"

"That's right." Duke Xing looked at the past that belonged solely to Yao Qing in the air, a touch of complexity and nostalgia appearing in his eyes:

"Self-verification of the God-Dao is perhaps the most important and valuable moment in the life of us God-Dao practitioners."

"...And we today are also his witnesses."

Jing Si sighed softly:

"This Yao Qing... is truly pitiful."

Duke Xing just watched Yao Qing's past quietly, falling into silence.

……

"I know, as long as I can survive... even if I'm just lingering on."

"As long as I'm alive... I can withstand the passage of time for her."

“……”

"Using the Blue God-Dao to paint an ideal country for all living beings... one day, this ruin will change because of us."

"Let's call it... the Floating Life Painting."

“……”

"If that day really comes, if I can really take that step... this painting should be finished."

"When that time comes, will you come back?"

Light and shadow flickered in the void.

Inside the Red Dust Domain.

The zither music of the girl in red became increasingly mournful and sorrowful.

She closed her eyes, as if blending all the sadness and heaviness from Yao Qing's past into the music. Her fingertips plucked the strings gently, and a sigh of helplessness echoed under the maple tree...

……

"Yao Qing, leader of the Blue God-Dao... I request heaven and earth to grant a position!!"

As Yao Qing stepped onto the last step, his aura climbed sharply, directly breaking the boundary between the Eighth and Ninth Order, and demigod pressure surged from his body.

The Blue God-Dao had recognized Yao Qing.

Wang Jian looked gloomily at Yao Qing, the demigod who had walked down from the God-Dao, and snorted coldly:

"Even if you become a demigod, so what? Today... is still your death day."

As Yao Qing pointed his finger, endless embroidery threads surged from the void. Wang Jian gripped his ancient blade, the murderous intent of the Soldier God-Dao sweeping across the world like a tsunami, and he transformed into a streak of rainbow, flying toward Yao Qing in the embroidery threads!!

Two demigod auras fought and collided in the air.

"What are you two still waiting for?!"

"If you don't suppress him now, Su Zhiwei will wake up soon!!"

Wang Jian's roar exploded amidst the sky full of embroidery threads.

Duke Xing, standing on a remote hilltop, was silent for a long time before sighing... In the end, he took a step toward that direction.

The girl in red, playing the zither alone in the courtyard, paused her fingertips...

Those tear-filled eyes closed gently.

The originally melodious and mournful zither music suddenly became sharp and chilling!

The Myriad-Things Embroidery Kingdom spread rapidly in the air, but as the zither music pierced through the void, it was as if thousands of invisible swords were splitting the embroidery threads, forcibly cutting a hideous gap!

"Two demigods?!"

Yao Qing's heart was shaken, seemingly not expecting a second demigod to be lurking besides Wang Jian.

He immediately activated the Blue God-Dao, wanting to mend the gap, but the next second, a figure with an ink marker hanging at his waist had already appeared above him like a ghost...

"If it were a better era... you would definitely have been another peak of the Blue God-Dao."

"It's a pity..."

"This is the worst era."

A touch of regret flashed in Duke Xing's eyes.

As he raised his hand and pressed down, the outlines of mechanism gears were outlined from the void. This was an ability he had ambushed here long ago. The moment these Craft God-Dao projections appeared, Yao Qing was like being forcibly imprisoned by something, his figure suddenly freezing in mid-air...

Yao Qing's heart sank to the bottom!

Oh no...

Three demigods?!

At the same time, an extremely sharp Soldier God-Dao murderous intent slashed from behind him!!

Boom—!!!

Three demigod pressures, each representing the peak of their respective eras, stirred the aura of this newly promoted Blue God-Dao demigod like remnants of clouds in the wind.

Amidst a heaven-shaking roar, an aged figure fell helplessly to the earth like a meteor, rolling dust flying up... Scarlet blood spread on the ground, and weak coughing sounded painfully.

A heavy-armored figure holding an ancient blade, a young man with an ink marker hanging at his waist, and a petite girl in red... were surrounding Yao Qing from three different directions.

"Why..."

"I have... no grudges against you..."

"I was just staying quietly in this courtyard... wanting to save the person I love... how did I offend you... what did I do wrong?"

A hideous knife scar running through his back was constantly oozing blood. He stood up painfully and asked intermittently.

"The era rolls forward, and everyone is duckweed... demigods are no exception." Duke Xing shook his head, his gaze toward him full of apology. "The great waves of the era behind us are going to submerge this place... we have no choice."

"...I understand."

Yao Qing's aged body stood alone on the broken earth. His gaze swept across these three peaks of the God-Dao that were pressing down, his tattered clothes rustling in the wind.

His eyes gradually returned to calm.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Wang Jian asked, narrowing his eyes.

"The sound of the second great wave of the era..." Yao Qing closed his eyes, and a thoughtful figure was outlined in his mind. "It... is already arriving."