Chapter 5 Sir, your life has been so hard!

Above the space, a curtain of light falls and images flow, as if they had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.

One god after another resolutely sacrificed themselves for the human race and for these descendants of Da Xia.

Turned into wisps of residual souls and returned to the ancestral land.

Only Lu Chen was left, guarding the border of the Milky Way like a stone statue.

Countless demons continued to crash into the Milky Way barrier, and everyone could only see a desolate figure standing alone on the ruins.

He was a man holding a magical weapon, looking up at the sky, facing billions of demons alone.

Fierce fighting, bloodshed, near death...

The people of Daxia couldn’t count how many times Lu Chen had nearly died outside the Milky Way.

This will be the most tragic myth and history in the world!
With the strength of one person, he guarded the border of the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years, without moving an inch and not taking a break!
In addition to having to face countless terrifying monsters, what is even more sad is the loneliness that Lu Chen has faced for tens of thousands of years.

All his old friends had fallen, and the only thing that kept him company was the desolate night sky. He could no longer see his homeland, and above the ruins, even a sigh could not be heard.

"Sir...it's too hard!"

In the live broadcast room, countless people sighed in their hearts.

After all, loneliness and darkness are the most terrible poisons in this world. An ordinary person will completely collapse and go crazy after staying in a dark confinement room for several months, but that ancestor actually persisted for tens of thousands of years!
"Time is so cruel that even an immortal will have gray hair after ten thousand years of waiting."

A barrage of comments passed slowly by, and everyone realized that although Lu Chen in the picture was still handsome, he seemed to have a hint of twilight.

It turns out that gods also grow old!
A trace of bitterness flashed through everyone's heart. That ancestor really gave too much for the human race!
"Look, it's another demon!"

“Why are there so many more!”

"The Eastern gods used their lives to perish together with those powerful demons. These should be the hybrids of the Western gods and those beasts. They are not as powerful as those innate demons."

"But even so, there are too many demons. Can you hold on, sir?"

"It's very difficult. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and your divine power is almost exhausted. You can't withstand the attack of these demons."

"Besides, the galaxy is ravaged by demons and is riddled with holes. My ancestor doesn't even have a single helping hand, so he can only rely on himself to fight."

Many people felt sad as they looked at the screen, where Lu Chen, who was extremely exhausted, fought off the monsters again and again.

The god's blood dried up and his body was broken, which made people feel extremely distressed.

"Haha, I told you that the facts will not change. Do you stupid Eastern gods think that you can stop the gospel of God by giving up your life?"

"How ridiculous!"

"Admit it, the Oriental people today must have our blood in their bodies, but your blood is impure, so it appears yellow and black. Only people like us, the descendants of the superior gods, are white!"

"I guess that the Galaxy's border was destroyed because your so-called ancestor knelt down and begged for mercy, and only then did God forgive his sins. Otherwise, how could he have survived until now?"

Western netizens posted comments saying that, to them, Western gods are the orthodox ones, and it must be the powerful God who unified the galaxy and the universe.

Only then will everything happen!
No one objected. After all, the situation was right in front of them. No matter how powerful Lu Chen was, he was only one person after all.

Tens of thousands of years of consumption had already exhausted him!

"Could it be that the Great Xia God has really been defeated?"

"No, it's impossible. Our Great Xia civilization has been passed down to this day and has never been cut off. If those Western beasts ruled the world, how could they have room for us!"

"Look, there is a strange sight in the ancestral land!"

In the picture, strange images suddenly appeared, and streaks of light rushed to the border of the Milky Way!

Many people stared at this scene with wide eyes and excited expressions.

"This... this is Dayu, who dropped a magic needle to suppress the flood on the land of Daxia, and turned into a god and rushed to the Milky Way!"

"Although this white-haired fisherman's flesh and blood are dried up, he actually has such strength. Could he be Jiang Taigong?" "I understand, I understand. For tens of thousands of years, you have been teaching immortal methods to our ancestors. Now, among the human race, there is finally someone who has realized the truth and become an immortal!"

"Look, the old man is riding the green bull upside down out of Hangu Pass and heading for the sky!"

"Okay, okay, Daxia has a God, Daxia has a God!"

"Before you, there were the innate gods, and after you, there were the acquired immortals. It can be said that without that ancestor, there would be no Daxia!"

"Teacher of all immortals, you have educated all living things in Daxia and brought a glimmer of hope to the East. Such achievements are respected by all gods, ghosts and people in the world!"

Many people were very excited and delighted. For tens of thousands of years, Lu Chen had spread the method of becoming an immortal throughout the homeland of Daxia, and it finally paid off.

Countless figures from mythological history stepped into the void, and tens of thousands of years later in the East, new gods appeared!
And since then, they have continued to emerge in an endless stream!

From the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the saints of the Warring States Period, after attaining enlightenment, they resolutely went to the border of the Milky Way.

These beings respected Lu Chen as their master and were not afraid of death, so they died one by one.

But at the same time, the Western gods and foreign demons also suffered heavy losses.

At this time, the original history and mythology intertwined, finally allowing everyone to know the original appearance of the past 100,000 years.

It is a history of the rise and fall of the human race, protected by the gods of Daxia.

It is the despicable history of the Western gods' betrayal of humanity.

It is the vicissitudes of life that Lu Chen has endured for one hundred thousand years!

Above the universe, the light curtain began to dim, and everything dissipated like smoke and dust on ruins.

Everyone in Daxia saw that desolate and familiar figure again, as if everything had returned to the starting point.

The disciples he taught and the old friends he made died again, and he was still the only one left on the vast border of the Milky Way...

In the live broadcast room, everyone was in tears.

"Sir, your life... has been so hard!"

"One hundred thousand years of separation and death. He is only immortal, but he is not cold and heartless. Even if his heart is as hard as stone, it will be full of holes."

When the people in the West saw countless Western gods falling one by one on the screen, they were in disbelief and hysteria.

"No, no, how can God die?"

"Even Zeus was defeated by the Eastern God?"

"absurd!"

"Haha, this is just a farce. Are you guys taking it seriously? The East has always been a place that is difficult to civilize. It is full of pagans. Places that do not believe in God are doomed to perish!"

"That's right. Now I doubt that this is a play directed and performed by Da Xia. Disband, disband!"

The live broadcast room was filled with comments from Westerners, but no one was in the mood to pay attention to them at this time.

Because above the void, the ancestor who already had countless white hair spoke slowly.

"Since you are from the ancestral land, do not set foot on the border of the Milky Way."

"One hundred thousand years have passed, and the Dharma Ending Period is about to end. Not only are many gods about to revive, but so are the demons."

"From now on, there will be no peace inside or outside the galaxy!"

"However, I will also teach you the immortal arts. This is the will of the ancient gods."

"Whenever disaster strikes, we must pass on the immortal law to all living beings so that they have a glimmer of hope!"

(End of this chapter)