Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 937: Chapter 936: She Is Called Nuwa

For the past six months, Su Han hadn’t moved once, and the sense of unease in his heart grew ever more intense.

Until this day, Little Qing was sitting in front of him, saying something, when suddenly the heavens and the earth darkened, the ground shook violently, and massive cracks began to appear, roaring like an earthquake.

The astonishing towering trees were torn apart inch by inch at this moment; the endless vines all snapped, the sky began to fracture, and a massive darkness emerged, as if the clear and boundless void was ushering in the apocalypse.

Countless wildmen began to scream, they soared into the air, but before they could stand firmly, their bodies burst with a bang, turning into blood mist.

Shrill screams and painful roars echoed, and everywhere Su Han’s sight reached was filled with despair.

At this moment, the unease within Su Han finally reached its peak and began to erupt.

But he showed little expression, instead closing his eyes, unwilling to look.

He knew that he wouldn’t die, just as if he had been in the ancient times, witnessing Hou Yi shoot down the nine suns with nine arrows, causing the world to crumble, yet he did not die.

Here, he still wouldn’t die; as this place perished, he would just enter the Desolate Antiquity.

However, while he wouldn’t die, Little Qing and the others would.

Having lived here for so long, even without verbal communication, Su Han had developed feelings for them.

Perhaps in the eyes of these wildmen, he was just a child.

From the moment he appeared, they gave him fruits, then Little Qing and the others took Su Han to the Dwarf Clan, where they met the scholar Eastern Emperor, who asked for leaves and Blazing Wine for Su Han.

To say there were no feelings would be false.

Watching those familiar faces, those familiar figures turn into blood mist amidst the destruction, their screams unending, Su Han’s long-sealed heart once again wavered.

He was indeed cold-blooded, but that was when dealing with enemies.

Su Han was not devoid of emotions; in fact, he experienced far too much, and his emotions were far richer than others.

”It’s going to collapse...”

Su Han mumbled to himself: ”It’s a pity I haven’t been to the Elf Clan to learn their magic, a pity I haven’t been to the Dark Night Tribe to learn their methods, a pity...”

At this point, Su Han turned his head and looked at Little Qing, sitting anxiously with a changed expression, and thought to himself: ”It’s a pity I can’t save you, nor can I save them...”

For a moment, Su Han suddenly felt a surge of desire to laugh.

This laugh was not one of joy or excitement, but one of anger!

According to ancient records, the Primeval Period ended due to the outbreak of the Ten Thousand Clans war, which devastated this world, leading to the subsequent Archaic Era.

But at this moment, it seemed that the records in the ancient books were clearly not entirely true.

The collapse of heaven and earth came without warning; these wildmen were going about their business, faces filled with happiness, lacking worries, burdens, or schemes... all negative emotions were absent from them.

Yet, this kind and lovely group had to perish with the collapse of heaven and earth!

Why should they?

”Why!!!” Su Han roared within himself.

Little Qing beside him tried to get up, but Su Han suddenly opened his eyes wide and grabbed him.

Little Qing glanced at Su Han and babbled something, but at this moment, Su Han no longer had the thought to mock him or disdain his inability to speak human words. All he felt was a deep pain, a heartache.

Knowing that this was a trial, knowing that perhaps none of this was real, but if it wasn’t real, why did it hurt so much!

The large-scale collapse began in earnest.

The heavens and earth crumbled, everything turned into nothingness, as if a terrifying existence had exterminated a group of ants, indifferent to their fate.

Until the range of destruction reached Su Han, falling upon... Little Qing.

Su Han watched Little Qing scream, saw the terror on his face, the distortion in his expression, and his helplessness.

Just watching, watching helplessly...

Everything from the primeval era started flashing in his mind, Little Qing’s face, his expression, his disdain, his adorable pride, all appearing uncontrollably like images rising one after another.

”Pfft!”

Su Han’s face went pale, and he spurted a mouthful of blood.

”Boom!”

In the instant he spat out blood, Little Qing’s figure seemed to be clasped by a large hand, and then mercilessly squeezed, directly transforming into blood mist.

”Why... why!!!”

Su Han’s eyes turned blood red, he roared hoarsely: ”Why is it like this... why! If I had known it would be like this, I would rather not have come for this trial, I would rather not have these so-called fortunes, I would rather advance step by step, slaying enemies, climbing over corpses! I would rather die... than witness this scene!!!”

His roars reached nobody’s ears.

If anyone indeed heard, it would be the old man, standing a distance away before the tree hollow, enveloped in nine-colored hue.

This was the Eastern Emperor.

”It’s time to end...”

Eastern Emperor murmured, his figure gradually dissipating, only the nine colors soared into the sky and disappeared.

After his departure, heaven and earth completely perished, and Su Han’s consciousness gradually blurred.

In that moment of blurriness, Su Han felt a sense of relief, as if he could have fainted before Little Qing’s death, how great it would have been...

...

Su Han saw nothing of what came after.

Just as when Hou Yi shot down the suns, the destruction of heaven and earth, he did not witness it either.

When he awoke, the world was a chaos, and when he looked up, he saw the vast void, no longer sunny as before, but with a huge circular hole present.

This hole tore through the sky, inside was a profound darkness, as if it were a massive breach.

”Is this the Desolate Antiquity?” Su Han murmured.

”No.” ℯℯ𝑙.

At that moment, a voice suddenly reached Su Han’s ears, and he swiftly turned around, only to see the figure of the old Eastern Emperor appear once again.

”You didn’t die?!” Su Han blurted almost instinctively.

After speaking, he realized the imprudence, but it was too late to regret.

”Soon.”

To Su Han’s surprise, the old Eastern Emperor wasn’t angry, nor upset, he merely sighed and uttered two words.

”Soon...”

Su Han frowned, just as he was about to speak, the darkness above brightened abruptly, and an unparalleled figure slowly emerged.

This figure’s form was unclear, but the enchanting silhouette was indescribable in words.

Su Han had seen countless beauties, but even among them, the most pinnacle, Liuu Qingyao, was insignificant before this woman.

”Her name is Nuwa.”

The voice of the Eastern Emperor rang out once more.