[Talent: Dusk Robe]

[Dusk Robe: The Power of Death transforms into the new attire of the Death God.]

[The Dusk Robe allows the Death God to walk in harsh environments.]

[The Dusk Robe can negate more than half of the damage from enemy attacks.]

[The Dusk Robe is immune to soul damage.]

[Soul Power transforms into eyes, talent turns into weapons, Power of Death becomes armor, and aside from mastering Divine Authority, you lack nothing.]

Surprise flashed in Li Yang’s eyes.

He glanced at the Necromancer Mask in his left hand.

The Necromancer Mask had regained vitality, wailing like ghosts in his palm.

Li Yang withdrew his Spiritual Power that was driving the Necromancer Mask.

He hadn’t expected that by assisting the Necromancer Mask in absorbing the attacks of the Lord of the Celestial Race, he would enhance his own Sea of Spirit and achieve advancement!

If Li Yang’s Sea of Spirit was like a river at Tier Six, it’s now as wide as an ocean!

The difference between Tier Six and Tier Seven is like heaven and earth!

But... Tier Seven is not enough, far from enough.

One must reach Tier Nine, become a true deity, to defeat the Lord of the Celestial Race.

Li Yang focused his mind, activating the seventh talent, [Dusk Robe].

The Power of Death covered his surface, gradually forming a dilapidated, ancient, and worn black robe.

This robe emitted a power that made hearts race, and an ordinary person would feel the fear of being stared at by death with just a glance.

This was the Dusk Robe formed by the Power of Death.

Wearing the Dusk Robe, Li Yang clearly felt the power brought by this robe.

Li Yang lit a cigarette, and the Dusk Robe transformed into a black stream of air, disappearing from his body.

He reclined half on the chair, staring at the ceiling, eyes soulless.

From the information in the giant centipede’s soul, Li Yang learned that there were as many as a hundred legions like the first nest of the Celestial Race!

If these monsters swarm into Blue Star, Blue Star absolutely won’t withstand them.

But, Blue Star shouldn’t be unable to withstand it!

If Blue Star fell during the Celestial Race’s first full-scale attack, then these Wandering Ones couldn’t possibly exist.

This era’s Spiritual Energy Revival was caused by himself.

The Spiritual Energy Revival period is brief; humans would need at least five Tier Seven and more than twenty Tier Six to resist the first wave of the Celestial Race’s attack.

Even then, humanity would suffer severe losses.

"It must be the Wandering Ones disrupting history, causing history to no longer run on its normal trajectory."

Li Yang’s gaze turned deep:

"It seems some change I’m unaware of has occurred, causing the Celestial Race to appear early."

Li Yang stood up, extinguishing his cigarette.

The most critical issue now is how to withstand the Celestial Race’s initial attack.

Due to the cracks, it’s impossible to know the first invasion location the Celestial Race chooses.

If the Celestial Race can create one crack, they can create a second.

At this moment, accompanied by noisy sounds, the study door was suddenly pushed open.

A sudden headache struck Li Yang.

Li Yang had never known how to deal with Meng Yu, this woman.

Fortunately, Meng Yu never went overboard.

Except... before Suzu was the only one causing trouble, now Meng Yu and Suzu are causing trouble together.

According to Meng Yu, Suzu is one of Meng Yu’s avatars.

Which means there’s suddenly an extra Suzu at home.

Suzu looked angrily at the Meng Yu beside her:

"Li Yang, I told her not to disturb you while you’re in the study. But she wouldn’t listen and insisted on coming in."

Meng Yu’s demeanor rare showed seriousness, she ignored Suzu, looking earnestly at Li Yang:

"Li Yang, I felt the aura of the Lord of the Celestial Race on you.

Did... did you fight with them?"

Li Yang nodded.

Meng Yu suddenly bounded to Li Yang’s side, looking him over, concern filled her beautiful eyes:

"Are you hurt?"

Li Yang chuckled lightly:

"Not to the point of being hurt, the Lord of the Celestial Race’s true form didn’t come."

Shock gradually flooded Meng Yu’s eyes.

Even if the Lord of the Celestial Race hasn’t descended on this world, just the power of a gaze is enough to kill Tier Six, severely injure Tier Seven!

How did Li Yang manage it?

Li Yang rubbed his temples, spoke with a mocking tone:

"You Wandering Ones have fought the Celestial Race all your lives, yet you don’t even know when exactly they invaded.

You all are completely ignorant about such basic yet crucial information, how could you possibly defeat the Celestial Race?"

Meng Yu frowned, said:

"We really don’t know when the Celestial Race invaded, but it’s definitely not now!"

Li Yang thought inwardly: Just as I suspected, the Celestial Race invaded early.

Meng Yu rubbed her chin, said:

"Maybe because of the Wandering Ones, too much of history’s course was altered, causing the Celestial Race to descend early."

Li Yang’s fingers tapped the table intermittently.

The Wandering Ones don’t belong to this era; their existence caused the Celestial Race to invade early.

A butterfly’s wing flap could, due to a series of coincidences and reasons, cause a typhoon across the ocean.

But now isn’t the time to dwell on this, the event has happened, what’s to be considered is how to solve the problem.

To defeat the Celestial Race again, we must unite the world’s strength.

The Demon Club should finally be visible to the world.

Li Yang looked at Meng Yu, asked:

"I’d like to know your entire process in battling the Celestial Race."

Meng Yu pondered for a while, said:

"There’s not much process, humans have always been taking hits.

When the Celestial Race fully descended, mist enveloped the world, humanity’s advanced technology completely failed.

Only the Extraordinary are humanity’s weapon against the Celestial Race."

Humanity’s advanced technology completely failed?

This reminded Li Yang of when he created relics, using spells to make official weapons ineffective.

Clearly this trick is simple, the Celestial Race also knows it, and is more adept at it.

Li Yang raised an eyebrow:

"You mean humans have been consistently losing?"

Meng Yu nodded:

"Almost exterminated."

Li Yang pursed his lips:

"So how exactly did you win?"

Li Yang remembered Wandering Ones shared many heroic battles with the Celestial Race; the most captivating was the final battle at Changbai Mountain.

The Celestial Race and humanity clashed at Changbai Mountain, and humanity emerged victorious.

In Li Yang’s heart, although humanity was the weaker side, they fought valiantly back and forth.

But hearing Meng Yu’s explanation, humanity was utterly beaten, subjected to unilateral slaughter by the Celestial Race?

Meng Yu let out a bitter laugh:

"Initially humanity’s extraordinary civilization was indeed flourishing, boasting over twenty Tier Sevens.

However, you’ve met the Lord of the Celestial Race.

Even when the Lord of the Celestial Race descended most weakened, they weren’t opponents ordinary Tier Seven could confront.

When the Celestial Race first descended, humanity’s high-end combat power mostly perished.

As for why the Celestial Race lost, it was entirely because of the President.

This war was entirely the President’s personal show.

Yet even so, the cost of victory was devastating.

Too many died in that war, including the President’s brothers, even the President’s woman didn’t escape.