Chapter Fifty-Eight: Destined to Be Recorded in History

He worked tirelessly until noon, only stopping once the remaining wheat seeds had been sown and watered. Wiping the sweat from his face, Fang Zhuowei couldn’t help but rub his stomach. Ever since he began cultivating the extraordinary powers derived from the ancient ape clan’s evolution, his appetite had surged like a rocket—his capacity for food and digestion had multiplied several times over, and especially after laboring, the consumption was even faster. If he didn’t replenish in time, hunger would swiftly assail him.

Lunch was simple: a bowl of rice and a dish of stir-fried green beans with meat. The meat had been bought from the supermarket, while the beans were a gift from his third aunt’s family. He prepared the meal himself; though it couldn’t rival the fare from restaurant chefs, it was hardly unpleasant.

He devoured the meal like a whirlwind, and afterwards, Fang Zhuowei let out a satisfied burp. Sated, he went straight to the fish tank.

Overnight, the fish tank had undergone remarkable changes. The first thing that caught his eye was the scattered bones and the earth stained crimson with fresh blood. A faint, lingering scent of blood drifted to him.

Bones sprawled across the landscape, death brutal and merciless; flesh and organs had been gnawed clean, with only a few lucky ones retaining a limb or two. Besides the remains of the ancient apes, there were a few corpses of other creatures, but their losses were negligible compared to the ape clan.

“At the end of the ancient era, unknown terrifying beings descended from the darkness. Born to feast upon flesh and blood, they brought slaughter and carnage to the world. Darkness prevailed, light vanished, and killing became eternal.

This was the gods’ trial for the ancient ape clan, and a test for the extraordinary civilization.”

Raising his brows, Fang Zhuowei took out paper and pen and swiftly recorded his observations.

He set down his pen and promptly invoked the power of temporal reversal. As ripples like water waves slowly spread, the scene before his eyes changed rapidly. Images unfolded like a roller coaster.

Before the dawn broke the eternal night, spores fused with cells of unknown creatures obliterated the small northern nation of Ningguo with overwhelming force. After conquering Ningguo, they did not pause; pressing eastward, they headed straight for the Central Plains.

The Central Plains belonged to the Li Dynasty, a vast land with a population numbering in the tens of millions—equivalent to a thousand Ningguos. Such a concentration of life force was unimaginably tempting to the spore creatures fused with unknown cells.

Tens of millions of vital energies gathered together resembled a blazing sun, making the region a living target. Yet, compared to the eternal night, the white spore creatures were somewhat unaccustomed to the arrival of the extreme day. Born of darkness, they had grown used to shadow; when the sun appeared, their movements were slightly hindered. However, since they did not rely on sight for hunting, the effect was limited.

In the three hundred and seventy-fifth year of the Li Dynasty, after years of arduous journey, these ghastly pale, terrifying spore creatures officially set foot on Li territory. Dense swarms surged like tides, converging from all directions.

Drool dripped from their mouths, white bristly fur stood on end, and their ghostly pale eyes were filled with murderous intent. The closer they came to the Li capital, the more they sensed the almost tangible, vast life force in the air—a temptation akin to a starving man suddenly encountering a banquet fit for kings.

Yet, unlike their overwhelming destruction of Ningguo and other small states, when faced with the Li Dynasty—a nation that had dominated the Black Earth continent for thousands of years—the white spore creatures encountered unprecedented resistance on the very first day.

The towering great wall, constructed since the era of Chi and completed under two emperors, immediately succeeded in halting the advance of these ugly white spore creatures. Once mocked and misunderstood as a prison by people across the land, at this crucial moment the wall became a life-saving shield for all.

Though the wall’s height could not rival certain lofty peaks, its smooth surface was unmatched, and soldiers were specially stationed atop it for defense. Through this dual protection, the white spore creatures suffered losses never before experienced upon their first assault.

And as the defense succeeded, the Li Dynasty—the undisputed superpower of the Black Earth continent—began to reveal its terrifying might. Centuries of accumulation had diminished its former grandeur, but the foundation built over time persisted, still unimaginable in its depth.

That day, countless urgent commands were issued from the imperial palace in Zhongli, spreading across the entire nation. Through the long years, the rusting machinery of power stirred once more...

[This chapter is somewhat brief.]