Chapter 26: The Heavens Are Not Kind!

The war ahead was inevitable, sending shockwaves throughout the entire Original World! The mighty expedition fleet was completely decimated, the Ant King as powerful as a god.

Known for their insatiable bloodlust and greed, the devouring ants were infamous.

Ugh.

In an instant, countless continents echoed with cries of anguish, every living being lamenting under a heavy shroud of sorrow as the devouring ants advanced.

Every day brought news of yet another continent falling under the onslaught of the devouring ants, vast stretches of land drenched in blood. The ants showed no mercy, swallowing everything in their path.

Every creature on the continent was devoured, and then the Ant Queen would produce a steady stream of soldiers.

Wherever the devouring ants roamed, no life remained. The dense, dark army of ants blotted out the sun as they swiftly overtook the land, and the desolate Death Deserts multiplied.

Jiang Ping could clearly see from the outside that in just three days, 50% of the continent had turned into Death Desert; even the oceans were mostly consumed by the ant race.

“Tsk, the devouring ants are ruthless. They’ve consumed so many resources that the entire world’s cycle has been disrupted!”

Jiang Ping couldn’t help but sigh.

Every world possesses its cyclical force, and the current actions of the devouring ants were akin to cutting off the water supply. Their aim to breed and fight was destroying the world’s potential—it was demonic!

“Hmm?”

Jiang Ping’s eyes widened in surprise as he focused on a continent that was on the brink of destruction.

“Great Creator God, you who fashioned the world and birthed the sun and stars, why do you allow the cruel devouring ants to annihilate countless tribes? Your most devout follower begs you to unleash divine punishment upon them!”

In front of a statue as white as jade, tens of thousands worshipped, their fingers tightly intertwined in fervent praise for the Creator God as they offered the most sincere prayers.

On the outskirts of the crowd, tens of thousands of fierce beasts couldn’t help but kneel, revering this master of all.

In the battlefield, miles away, the devouring ants relentlessly invaded cities despite the finest defenders. They could do nothing but buy time, and some soldiers were driven to despair and took their own lives! Jiang Ping’s expression turned serious, “The power of faith is truly mysterious; it crosses two realms and reaches me.”

Faced with imminent death, many fanatics prayed earnestly during that short period.

However, despite receiving their desperate pleas, Jiang Ping had no intention of intervening to destroy the devouring ants. In his eyes, all that existed in the Original World, from dragons to humans, and even the ants, were equal creations. No tribe was superior to another.

Even though he favored humans somewhat, he did not directly intervene, merely providing them with seeds.

The ultimate outcome was in their hands. If, after enlightenment, humans were wiped out, he still wouldn’t intervene.

With countless tribes on the verge of extinction, the devouring ants had come this far through their own stealthy development over many years. Who knew the Ant Queen had endured decades of loneliness lurking in the dark underground? Therefore, why should he dismantle a million years of the devouring ants’ effort now?

In Jiang Ping’s eyes, all tribes were the same! From the moment he created the world, he knew what was to come.

The heavens are unfeeling, treating all beings as mere fodder.

Suddenly, a phrase popped into Jiang Ping’s mind. Was what he was doing now not just like the actions of the heavens? Or perhaps, he was the heavens of the Original World!

Ah! The anguished cries of countless beings resonated as the breaking devouring ants surged into the crowd, massacring life forms in their path and shipping them off for the Ant Queen to consume!

“God, why do you not reveal your holiness? Is it because we are not pious enough?”

A bishop spat blood, unwillingly stretching out his right hand to caress the statue, while a soldier ant coldly raised its scythe from behind.

In less than half a day, this continent was left devoid of life; all beings had been brutally slain, and even the vegetation was consumed by the Ant Queen. The precious minerals hidden in the soil were excavated, leaving another Death Desert in the world…

News of lost continents poured in continuously. In just a few days, the alliance leader Jing Shan’s hair had turned white; the only good news was that the strongest human, Gai Feng, had immediately joined forces with the alliance upon hearing of the reappearance of the devouring ants.

During these few days, he gathered the wisest individuals from the world, leveraging the accumulated knowledge of the tribes and relying on the clues left by the Pirate King Lu Fei. The whereabouts of the Spear of Destiny were steadily narrowing down.

“This is the last location! If this too comes up empty, we’ll have to start anew from countless ancient texts!” The Grand Scholar said heavily while gazing at the depths of the sea.

Jing Shan opened his weary eyes, gritted his teeth and said, “Retrieve it!”

This was their only hope! With the power of the tribes, they could perhaps contend with the devouring ants, but the Ant King was terrifying! His presence shattered the balance of the world!

The others on the warship also looked hopelessly at the sea, wondering if there was still time to find the Spear of Destiny as the continent got continuously overtaken. “The artifact should make its appearance soon!” A resolute voice shattered the silence. Everyone turned to see a determined middle-aged man.

His aura wasn’t strong, but no one dared to underestimate him, for he was the unrivaled peak expert, Gai Feng, who had dominated the world for fifty years! Soon, treasures from the sunken ships in the depths of the sea were being recovered. Despite the array of rare treasures and even ancient relics among them, no one felt a hint of joy.

Suddenly, a dilapidated wooden box, riddled with holes and leaking water, was brought up.

“What good can come from a box this ruined?” a soldier muttered.

Unexpectedly, Gai Feng stepped forward, gently brushing his hands over the rotten box as if caressing a beloved lover.

“Could it be?”

Everyone looked on excitedly while Gai Feng’s heart surged. Trembling, he reached out to open the rotten box.

The box was made of precious wood, but it had decomposed over the eons submerged in the sea. Gai Feng’s right hand passed through ash and wood chips until it finally touched the object within!

The moment his fingertips grazed it, Gai Feng knew—they had found the divine gift they had sought after, the legendary relic of humanity—the Spear of Destiny! Gai Feng gripped the spear tightly, lifting it triumphantly. “The human race is saved! The tribes are saved! The world is saved!”

This unparalleled expert, who had faced countless life-and-death situations, spoke with a trembling voice, as everyone on the ship held their breath. Even the recovering soldiers halted their labor, all eyes fixed on the spear in Gai Feng’s hands.

Wiping away the ash, the spear shone brilliantly in the sunlight, making everyone marvel at its beauty and sanctity.

Clang! A sharp sound of the spear rang out, piercing the heavens and shaking off all the ash cloaking it. This sound seemed to declare its presence to the world! After a million years of decay, and tens of thousands of years submerged in the depths of the sea, it had remained completely unscathed, as though time held no power over it.

“One point eight meters long, entirely silver, material unknown, indestructible, capable of breaking anything! Yes, this is the legendary artifact, the Spear of Destiny!”

The Grand Scholar knelt on one knee, trembling, holding the spear high, the long-lost artifact had finally emerged!

After the scholars verified their findings, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“The human race is finally saved! I am not the last king!” Jing Shan lifted his white-haired head, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“The Spear of Destiny is engraved with the spirits of many Human Kings; only those it recognizes can inherit the legacy of the Ninth Generation Human King!” Gai Feng suddenly spoke up.

Everyone hurriedly asked him if he was recognized by the artifact. Gai Feng couldn’t help but smile, then frowned and said, “It’ll take at least three days to absorb the legacy of the Human King!”

Everyone was shocked. At this moment, the war situation was dire, with countless continents swallowed up, and the Ant Queen continuously producing elite soldier ants. Currently, 80% of the world was occupied by the devouring ants—was there even three days left? Jing Shan waved his hand sharply, “Contact the leaders of all tribes and the frontline Marshal. At all costs, stop the advance of the devouring ants! I will head to the battlefield immediately to oversee the fight!”

With a determined flourish of his royal robe, Jing Shan left straightaway. His eyes shone with resolve; the most frightening part was the utter lack of odds. But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, it could change the future.

This battle would determine the fate of the human race, the fate of all tribes, and the fate of the world. Gai Feng could even faintly sense that the fate of the entire world was converging toward him; the boundary that had held for fifty years was beginning to loosen! And considering they had finally found the long-lost artifact, it might mean the world was helping them!

“Those who achieve the Dao gain assistance, while those who lose the Dao are forsaken. The Ant King has severed himself from the world; he won’t claim the world!” Gai Feng looked toward the distant battlefield.

In a dark palace millions of kilometers away, the Ant King suddenly opened his eyes, fixating coldly on the location of the Spear of Destiny.

“Interesting. Has the Spear of Destiny truly emerged?”

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“A battle that will determine the world? Truly looking forward to it.”

Jiang Ping lay on the sofa like a lazy cat, pouring a soda into his mouth.

Should I delay the timing and save this battle for tomorrow? After all, this is the final showdown—time for a conclusion.” This was Jiang Ping’s honest thought.

Listen, how unkind the heavens are! PS: Guess who the Original World will belong to? Everything is already destined.