"Moyuan, you are the last of the Human race left now. Do you still intend to struggle in vain? I advise you to save your breath."
Across blood-soaked ground, the debris of war piled into small mounds.
The weapons scattered everywhere reflected the wreckage, casting an eerie, crimson glow.
At the center of the battlefield, five massive figures surrounded a slender, frail silhouette.
A sword covered in nicks and cracks was jammed firmly into the earth, propping up his battered frame.
Moyuan's delicate features revealed a look of grim resolve as his crimson eyes stared fixedly at the five Demon Emperors before him.
"Hmph! The will of the Human race will never be extinguished. As long as I draw breath, I will never allow you to set foot another step into human territory."
"Stubborn to the end. Moyuan, don't forget what the Human race did to you before. If not for the Demon race coming to your rescue at the critical moment, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a place left in this vast world for you to survive."
One of the Demon Emperors looked at Moyuan with disdain.
Hearing this, Moyuan let out a cold laugh, a flash of irony crossing his eyes.
"The Demon race came to my rescue? That is utterly laughable. Were you Demon Emperors the ones who gave me a place to belong? Don't flatter yourselves. If not for Grandpa taking me in back then, the lot of you Demon Emperors would have teamed up and killed me long ago. My ashes would have been scattered to who knows where."
As he spoke, Moyuan pulled his sword from the ground, the blade reflecting flashes of cold light amidst the bloody radiance.
"Enough, stop wasting your breath on this brat. Since he refuses to see reason, let's send him on his way."
Another Demon Emperor said impatiently.
"Send me on my way? We'll see if you have the ability!"
Moyuan's voice carried a desperate resolve to die, his figure appearing exceptionally lonely yet unshakeably firm amid the crimson light.
Faced with the encirclement of the five Monster Beasts, Moyuan showed not the slightest hint of fear.
Clutching the sword hilt tightly with both hands, he drove his divine power to its absolute limit, channeling every ounce of it into his arms.
In an instant, a faint layer of sword radiance enveloped his entire body, dazzling and brilliant like the first light of dawn.
"Sword Canon — Ten Thousand Swords Technique!"
Moyuan let out a fierce roar, and the sword qi surrounding him surged outward like a violent storm, forming an unstoppable, razor-sharp whirlwind.
Accompanied by a piercing screech, the sword qi rushed in all directions like a cascading Milky Way and shooting stars piercing the night sky.
The sword shadows moved with incredible speed, blanketing the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye to form an airtight net of blades that caught the five Demon Emperors off guard.
"The brat is clearly at the end of his tether, yet he still possesses such strength. Given time, he would surely surpass the five of us old fellows. No, he must die today."
Witnessing Moyuan's outburst, the Black Dragon among the five Demon Emperors felt a flash of dread and struck first, holding nothing back.
Seeing this, the remaining four Demon Emperors tacitly unleashed their full power as well.
The attacks of the five Demon Emperors descended with the force of a thunderbolt, colliding with Moyuan's sword net to produce a deafening roar.
The sky full of flying swords was shattered to pieces in an instant.
"Master, Uncle Human Sovereign, Xue'er..."
Already drained of every last drop of strength, Moyuan faced the full counterattack of the five Demon Emperors with no remaining defense.
In his final moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of golden light, fleeting and ephemeral.
Was that the light of hope, or a portent of death?
The wind on the battlefield seemed to still, leaving only Moyuan's slowly falling figure and the heavy breathing of the five Demon Emperors.
Ancient Huaxia, Hecheng.
The newly risen sun was as vibrant as a newborn baby.
Inside an apartment, Moyuan bolted upright from his bed, scanning his familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.
"This is?"
Moyuan quickly climbed out of bed and rushed to the mirror, his delicate, youthful face filled with disbelief.
"Slap!"
Moyuan delivered a hard blow to his own face.
Feeling the sting, he still couldn't believe it.
After relentlessly slapping himself several times in succession, he fell silent for a few minutes.
"Hahaha, I never expected this! I've been reborn! I've actually been reborn!"
His unbridled laughter rang out through the window, echoing across the entire residential complex.
"Which bastard is losing his mind early in the morning?"
"Do you want to let people sleep? I just got back from a night shift."
"Why the hell are you laughing at dawn? I just lost a game, and you're over there cackling. I'm putting a curse on you."
"Which son of a bitch is that? I just got my kid to sleep. Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll make you regret the day you were born!"
For a moment, a wave of curses and insults washed over the area, scaring Moyuan into cutting his laughter short.
After a long while, he finally managed to calm his emotions.
"Hah!"
Letting out a long breath, Moyuan checked the time on his phone.
June 11th, year 809 of the Human Sovereign Era.
"Year 809? I seem to remember something major happening around this time."
Seeing the date, a bad premonition arose instinctively in Moyuan's heart.
In his previous life, this year had been a profoundly heavy one.
"The 809 Incident. The Demon race wiped out the entirety of Hecheng, shocking the entire nation."
Moyuan's expression tightened, his brows locked in a deep frown.
In his previous life, during the Monster Beast siege, Hecheng's upper echelons evacuated important personnel and students with high-star talents.
The Lord of Hecheng then led those who remained, turning the entire populace into an army sworn to defend Hecheng to the death.
Regrettably, the news reached the outside world far too late, and by the time the Human Sovereign learned of it, it was too late to send reinforcements.
Everyone in Hecheng, including the City Lord, died in battle, with not a single survivor.
"No, I have to prevent this from happening."
Moyuan resolved in his heart that he would never let the monster beasts destroy Hecheng again.
This was the place where he grew up, and with a population of over a million people, he could no longer stand by and watch so many compatriots slaughtered by the Demon race.
More importantly, after Hecheng's destruction in his previous life, a Demon Emperor sealed beneath the city had been released.
"Huh? What is this?"
As Moyuan pondered how to prevent the fall of Hecheng, a sudden pain flared in his mind, and a scroll materialized in his hand.
Looking at the object in his grasp, Moyuan found it vaguely familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he had seen it.
Unrolling the scroll, three gold-stamped characters caught his eye.
"This is... the List of Gods!"
Seeing the characters, Moyuan couldn't help crying out in astonishment.
He had accidentally stumbled upon the List of Gods within a secret realm in his previous life, but after obtaining it, the artifact had remained completely dormant.
He had even consulted the Human Sovereign, whose explanation was that supreme Divine Artifacts all possessed their own sentience.
To use the List of Gods, one had to earn its recognition.
After years of research yielded no way to use it, he concluded that the List of Gods simply didn't recognize him.
Adhering to the principle that it was a waste to throw away but took up no space to keep, he had tossed the List of Gods into his Spatial Ring to gather dust.
"Could my rebirth be related to this List of Gods?"
Moyuan muttered to himself, staring at the scroll in his hand.
As his voice trailed off, the List of Gods in his hand suddenly flashed with a brilliant white light.
The blinding glare forced Moyuan to close his eyes. When vision returned to him, he discovered that his surroundings had completely changed.
A deep valley, shrouded in mist and walled by towering peaks—a vast expanse of white like a fairyland, dotted with ancient trees reaching to the heavens and strange, hidden rocks.
"Where is this?"
Taking in his surroundings, Moyuan felt no trace of fear.
What great winds and waves hadn't he seen in his past life? This was just a minor scene.
"This is the world within the List of Gods. You guessed correctly just outside—it was indeed I who brought you here from the long river of time."
An immortal-looking old man suddenly appeared before Moyuan, stroking his snow-white beard as he looked down at him.
Moyuan gazed at the old man in front of him, deep in thought.
"So it really was your doing."