My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 218 - 54: Not of Our Race, a Celestial Venerable Weeps at the Sound of the Fishing Drum

In the deep, dark space, upon a distant shore.

Tyrannical lifeforms crossed the void, feeding on stars, using the constellations as their blanket and the Cosmos as their bed.

Weaker lifeforms dwelled on life-bearing planets, divided by tribes, all revering the strong.

Amidst the Infinite starlight, life was not confined to the Solar System. In an uncountable number of galaxies, there were also the Demons.

"Of the myriad beasts and birds, those who awaken to spiritual intelligence become Demons. The Demon Race is but our collective name. If you were to truly divide us, even if there aren't ten thousand, you could still distinguish at least three thousand different clans."

In the center of the galaxy designated GN-Z11, the furthest from the Milky Way Galaxy and located in the Cosmic Edge Wilderness, on a massive, life-bearing planet.

An old man smiled lovingly as he spoke to a pile of tiger cubs before him:

"Our Demon Race is uniquely blessed, favored by the heavens. The vast majority of us possess extremely powerful reproductive abilities. Take the Celestial Rat clan, for example. Two Celestial Rats can produce over ten thousand little ones in a single year!"

"Once they grow up, those ten thousand Celestial Rats can then produce another fifty million little ones each year. If this continues, as long as there are enough resources, they can reproduce infinitely. Even if only a tenth of them can transform into Demons, the number is still terrifying..."

"And the Cosmos is so vast it's practically borderless, hung with hundreds of millions of galaxies. The one thing it doesn't lack is resources..."

As he spoke, the old man stroked the heads of the silly-looking tiger cubs. A spring breeze rustled the leaves, and sunlight shone down on the little cubs. The scene was warm and beautiful.

One of the little tiger cubs asked drowsily:

"Great-Great-Grandfather, why are the Celestial Rats so good at breeding... Is there any use for it?"

"Of course there is." The old man lovingly stroked the cub's head and said:

"It is precisely because of clans like the Celestial Rats that our Demon Race has been able to multiply to numbers in the quadrillions over the past sixty-eight hundred years, our footprints spreading across the entire vast Cosmos..."

As he spoke, his gaze grew profound:

"Under the pioneering efforts of one Demon Race Great Power after another, ninety percent of the life-bearing planets in the current Cosmos now bear our footprints. Moreover, the unintelligent Celestial Rats from their clan can also serve as our food..."

The little cubs seemed to only half-understand. One of them asked again:

"Then, Great-Great-Grandfather, which clan's meat is the tastiest? Is it the Celestial Rats? I've never eaten a Celestial Rat before..."

At that moment, another cub chimed in eagerly:

"I know, I know! It must be the Horned Serpents! I ate one once, and the taste..."

"Wrong! It should be dragon meat that's the tastiest! I heard from Grandpa Celestial Monarch that True Dragons are rare, and rare things must be delicious!"

"No, no, it has to be..."

The old man watched the cubs bicker endlessly with a loving gaze and said with a smile:

"You're all wrong. The most delicious... is human."

"Human?" A little cub's eyes went wide. "What kind of Demon is that?"

"They're not Demons."

An icy chill appeared in the old man's eyes as he said flatly:

"They are a group of squatters who occupy the Origin Land. They are born in human Form, possess the Acupoints of the Whole Body, and secretly align with the Vast Great Dao. They are incredibly delicious, able to supplement one's Cultivation and extend one's life. Consuming a Great Cultivator of the Cannibal Race, moreover, can grant you Innate Spiritual Light and purify your bloodline..."

A little cub gulped and asked curiously:

"The Origin Land... what's that?"

"That is our home. Unfortunately, the despicable Human Race has surrounded it with the Great Wall." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Then... then why don't the Great Demons in the Central Star Domain just charge back, take back the Origin Land, and raise the delicious Human Race in pens?" the cub asked again, full of curiosity.

"Upon the Great Wall, there is a heaven-spanning grand formation... But it won't be long now. We might be able to return to the Origin Land, and when that time comes..."

The old man began to laugh again:

"If we don't succeed this time, it doesn't matter. We'll take our time. When you've grown up, you will shatter the Great Wall, and then you'll have delicious humans to eat every day—more humans than you can possibly eat!"

"Yes!" The little cubs all nodded in unison, their voices firm. "Take back the Origin Land! Then we'll have delicious humans every day! More humans than we can eat!"

The old man chuckled and nodded, but just as he was about to say more, something suddenly happened.

DONG!

A single explosive sound crossed an Infinite distance, arriving in an Instant!

The old man's expression changed. He looked up at the sky.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

Three more sounds followed, vast and boundless. This music, played by some unknown Great Artifact or Supreme Treasure, defied the so-called laws of physics and surpassed the supposed speed of sound, resounding throughout the entire vast Cosmos in a mere moment!

The old man paid no mind to the panicked tiger cubs. He took a single step, and a Golden Great Dao materialized beneath his feet. He was, in fact, a True Immortal, a Little Saint of the Demon Race!

Following the Golden Great Dao, he shot off the planet and out of the star system in an Instant. In the next Instant, he was already standing above the entire GN-Z11 Galaxy, listening to the "DONG" that echoed throughout the Cosmos!

"What is this...?" The old man was filled with shock and uncertainty. His gaze pierced countless light-years of distance, turning toward the Milky Way Galaxy where the Origin Land was located. He muttered to himself, "Is that great sound coming from the Origin Land? What's happening?"

As he spoke, he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the Cosmic Edge Wilderness beside him.

The Cosmic Edge Wilderness remained deathly still and empty. It was a true Forbidden Land, with no galaxies or life in Existence. At the end of the Cosmic Edge Wilderness was the true [Boundary], a layer of gray [Shell].

He stared for a long while, but there was indeed nothing there. The old man was puzzled. Just as he was preparing to head to the Central Star Domain to ask the other Little Saints, it happened again.

DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG...

The world-shaking sound, which had played simultaneously across the entire Cosmos, was now filled with a surging Dao Rhyme and became Unending! All across the vast Cosmos, phenomena such as Golden Lotuses and Immortal Flowers began to appear!

This scene sent a chill down the old man's spine, and his scalp suddenly went numb with terror!!

Phenomena that spread across the entire Great Cosmos and the Great Heaven and Earth... What did that even mean???