Chapter 888: Chapter 368: New-Type Pseudo-human Observation Diary 2
This is the era of Human Ancestor, where snow falls in the spring.
It’s a pity; we witnessed a historical legend. The Human Race was possessed early on within the various tribes.
The Human Ancestor was nothing more than a test subject, a mere toy for a bored Human God.
There was someone called Human God; the Pseudo-human Ancestor had long seized power over the Human Race—a terrifying thought.
...
Human Ancestor Era, Year 2919, Summer.
We secretly observed the hidden Human Ancestor and his rebellious army—a tragic hero.
With admirable will, he resisted the Three Flowers, causing the soul blossoms to tilt out from his neck, but he began experiencing migraines.
Human Ancestor Era, Year 2920, Winter.
Empress Qingkong smiled at me, her grin was so unsettling.
We shouldn’t have helped the Human Ancestor; I always felt something started watching us—my intuition has always been keen, for I am the Thousand Eyes Emperor.
I was born with sharp senses and honed powerful Divine Techniques while mining; no mineral escapes my gaze.
Alright, it must be my illusion.
This world, like a horror movie, caused great shock to the souls of us travelers. Even the Mad Shark Emperor admitted having frequent nightmares; it’s a nerve-racking haunted house exploration.
We studied these Pseudo-humans, a species of Iron-thread Three Flower Bugs, completely unable to possess immortals at their level. We were absolutely safe.
Afterward, Empress Qingkong nonchalantly told me, "Hey, it was an amusing joke, wasn’t it? I pretended well as a Pseudo-human, didn’t I?"
Human Ancestor Era, Year 2925, Spring.
The world experienced the utterly incredulous; I confirmed once more that Empress Qingkong was not her original self anymore.
How did it happen?
We were immortals, while they, a group of mortals—just disgusting, sticky mortals!!!
Pseudo-humans couldn’t possibly possess us.
I went to seek Mad Shark Emperor, but even Mad Shark Emperor gave me a meaningful smile.
We were being infiltrated by... a new type of Pseudo-human.
Mad Shark Emperor, Emperor Qingkong, and several other unknown immortals joined forces to ambush me secretly.
We were finished.
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Human Ancestor Era, Year 2999, Winter.
Using my unique Divine Techniques, I escaped, but I had already completely lost them.
They were replaced by Embers.
I finally knew how they were replaced—it wasn’t the possession by the Three Flower of Pseudo-human, but by... drawing.
Embers, lifeless sketches without the color of life, merely lines.
He created the Embers and Pseudo-humans of this world.
He drew the original Embers, hence crafting our Soul Shells.
Even immortals, he could draw—though at a greater cost.
...
3.93 million years.
That creepy guy was searching for me, throwing viscous stuff into my world of origin—Embers, graves, probing, wanting to catch me.
I shouldn’t have led the two of them to that eerie world...
The terrifying existence didn’t choose Immortal-Becoming, yet controlled immortals, encircling them around the Nine-State, ambushing immortals coming to the Nine-State, drawing them, enlarging his Painter ranks.
From our initial exposure, our doom was certain.
Because before us, other traveling immortals had already been ambushed, becoming part of his strength.
4.87 million years.
A young immortal walked out from my homeland, beyond the world, where "Mu Qianxun" constantly awaited him with a smile, guiding him.
I could only hide in the shadows, watching my own "Pseudo-human" leading the young immortals of my homeland to expand his powers.
10.75 million years.
They already numbered seven.
Not only our world, but entire world camps around the Nine-State formed this group of immortals, all under his secret control.
A mortal, already high up in the Immortal Realm, leading several mining teams.
Who could have foreseen.
A mortal without Immortal-Becoming... secretly, at some point, began ambushing immortals traveling to their world.
Then, through crazy snowball effects, defeating immortals with ambush, replacing, drawing, undermining... eventually controlling a group of immortals?
Yet, he still hasn’t Immortal-Become.
I seemed to sense some grand scheme for him, a layout, some ancient, indescribable plan.
I could feel he didn’t want to be a miner.
And I... could only rely on a proxy to escape Death Tribulation, hiding in the shadows.
Believe it or not. I will record everything in the form of a journal; my heart is already covered with the dust of despair and pain.
I’m nearly certain.
We are facing an unprecedented maximum terror-threatening calamity—something ancient, more terrifying, beyond the range of human understanding.
Pseudo-human Calamity, Embers Disaster, restricted within the Nine-State but will eventually spread to the entire universe, even possessing the celestial miners.
He isn’t content with mining; he is plotting.
I must observe secretly, collect more data.
I need to avenge them; I need to avenge them...
Thousand Eyes 11.87 million years.
This time, there were actually three who underwent Immortal-Becoming.
The young from my homeland finally stepped out of the system I yearned for back then, not gifted with two Tribulations, but with three Tribulations and two Disasters.
Three major systems practiced together...
This is an unprecedented genius!
Even in my known limited Immortal Realm history, such a super genius has never appeared!
Our cultivation finally bloomed.
And the genius known as Night Emperor surprisingly pioneered the unprecedented Taoist System.
But that genius doesn’t belong to us anymore.
Based on their words, that guy deployed another "Emperor Changjin" into my world, wanting to probe me, find my location.
It’s over; everything is over.
I already thought the three new immortals would be guided, fooled, schemed by "Mu Qianxun," to serve him, to work for him, to be drawn by him.
He had long formed the procedure for scams, using "Painters" to replace us, guiding each world’s ascending young immortals.
I don’t even dare to go to Offering Realm for help from Great Powers.
Because he controlled groups of immortals in each world; just in our world, there are seven.
He probably already gained a certain status and height in the Immortal Realm, slandering me while issuing a bounty on me.
He is reversing the fate of mortals attacking immortals.
I called this eerie and mysterious, never emerging, never ascending being: Earth Immortal.
—He watches me, searching for me.
I have no ability to contact greater existences above miners, unable to report.
Nine-State, this horrifying world, sticky, evil, filthy, nauseating, exceeded the comprehension of human history throughout its length.
I could only strive to live.
I recalled 3.92 million years ago, the three of us boarded the Immortal Ship and docked in the Nine-State world. We cheered and laughed, pointing to the graves of those dead Embers with a sigh:
"Look, the ancestors in those graves will crawl out, ah."
"Hahaha, did you see those people? Seems possessed by some parasites; their faces are so rigid and creepy."
Every moment, I regret it to this day.
If only we had turned back then, how nice it would have been.
