Calamity of Tomorrow
Chapter 662 662: 660 data

With the action of tens of thousands of Heavenly Demons kneeling in unison, the entire sky darkened overwhelmingly, even the Mechas controlled by the three Heavenly Demon Kings kneeled halfway, positioning Zhou Bai, who stood at the center, as a King among the Heavenly Demons.

Watching this scene, all the Immortals and cultivators revealed looks of shock.

Even the lofty Immortals had never witnessed a scene where Heavenly Demons kneeled before a human.

As for ordinary mortal cultivators, they were even more shocked and clueless. In most of their minds, Heavenly Demons were murderous and destructive monsters—no one would have thought they could submit to a human.

But after the shock, various speculations began to emerge in their minds.

Ying Hui blankly asked, "What's going on? What are the Heavenly Demons doing?" He thought of a possibility but couldn't bring himself to believe it.

Yun Chonghe was also at a loss; he now didn't know what to do either, wondering whether he should awaken the elder of the Heavenly Sword in the Sword Box.

Other mortal cultivators were buzzing with numerous speculations.

Tu Tianmo, "What is this situation? Has Zhou Bai defected to the Heavenly Demons?"

Zhao Yue, "Impossible, the Heavenly Demons have been hostile towards humanity for so many years; it's in their nature to slay humans. It's more likely not submission..." A strong hint of suspicion appeared in her eyes, "Rather, maybe Zhou Bai was originally a Heavenly Demon? But no, then why could he wield the 'Human Sovereign Sword'?"

Upon hearing these words, Zheng Wentian's eyes flickered with anger, and he couldn't help but retort, "How could Zhou Bai possibly be a Heavenly Demon? How many Heavenly Demons has he slain?"

"Eastern City, West Mountain City were besieged by the Heavenly Demons, and he fought desperately on the battlefield! That despair, that feeling of gambling the rise and fall of one's entire race—you cultivators, who only know of cultivating in Central City, just don't understand."

"You have no idea how cruel the Heavenly Demon Battlefield is, don't slander those who fight desperately there."

Tu Tianmo and Zhao Yue were slightly taken aback by Zheng Wentian's words and fell silent. However, the questions in their hearts rooted and seeded within everyone.

Meanwhile, Zhou Bai, listening to the sounds coming through the electromagnetic pulses, paid no heed to the matter of the 'Heavenly Demon King', merely asking coldly, "What other evidence? The origins of the Heavenly Demons, and how do you confirm my identity?"

The female voice responded, "Zhou Bai, born at… grew up… after growing up… before the revival of the spiritual machines…"

Accompanied by a long narrative about his own experiences conveyed in text, Zhou Bai's mind seemed to flash through many memories related to his past.

The recount was a complete narration of his life, even including things he himself had forgotten, which now re-emerged in his vision.

His family, his school, his job... All his experiences from childhood to adulthood were recorded in detail, complete with various photos taken at the time.

And the narrative concluded at his age of 28.

Zhou Bai asked in confusion, "What about after that?"

"There is none," the female voice stated. "All records after you were 28 are empty; we found nothing. After that, the spiritual machines began their revival, and your data was only recorded up to that year."

Zhou Bai, "Where did you get all this?"

Female voice, "The last survivors of humanity… They transferred all data of the human world to the Martian colonization base. That's a record of all data left by humanity from ancient times, approximately around 250EB. It includes everyone's life stories."

"That 250EB data is essentially humanity's last graveyard, recording all traces left by humans in this universe."

"If you wish, I can tell you any part of this data."

Hearing this, Zhou Bai suddenly felt a heavy and bleak sensation, recalling the scenes of billions of intelligent beings being exterminated he had just witnessed; a profound sadness surged in his heart.

Zhou Bai had also doubted whether this world could be the Earth he once knew.

But he never imagined that someone would suddenly tell him that his family, his people, his country… had all been wiped out.

Zhou Bai coldly said, "Show me all the data related to the spirit machine adjustment plan. You should be able to do that, right?"

More information from the electromagnetic pulses kept coming, continuously received by Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit.

Zhou Bai's brain, like a supercomputer, rapidly flipped through countless pieces of data.

These materials were so authentic, data, texts, videos, audios... even a massive amount of communication records, chat logs, entire social media data... All the materials were detailed to the extent that he could find no flaws.

And the more it was like this, Zhou Bai's spirits became increasingly agitated.

Pollution level: 50/110

Seeing those lines of numbers, seeing the countless last words recorded by people before the extinction of humanity, the images left by individuals in videos, the final traces left on numerous websites, seeing data left by some people he knew very well, it was as if a storm had erupted in Zhou Bai's mind.

"This is Jianghai City, and the streets are filled with corpses. It started with my father and mother... then my wife... my daughter... everyone is dead... this is the last video I upload... goodbye... everyone."

"... This is New York... Are there any other survivors? I am in Central Park, it's like hell here, bodies everywhere..."

"... Is anyone else out there... please... whoever you are... reply to me..."

"... This is London, England... Everyone is dead... I have searched the city for a month, I haven't found any other survivors... I... can barely hold on."

"... I've decided to record my last image... bang!"

The last scene Zhou Bai watched was filmed by a drone hovering in the sky, the familiar streets below, a densely packed crowd fallen like wheat, the entire city silent, like a massive graveyard.

Pollution level: 100/110

Watching these scenes, Zhou Bai fiercely clutched his head and let out a long howl to the sky, his howl filled with such piercing sadness and rage that it made the numerous cultivators present tremble, even the immortals felt an ominous premonition.

Ying Hui anxiously said, "The Heavenly Demon must have done something to Zhou Bai! We have to save him!"

Ming Yue, the Immortal, telepathically communicated, "Shall we make a move? Waiting like this... I have a very bad feeling..."

As Tu Tianmo's thought moved, the telepathic message had already spread to the ears of numerous cultivators and immortals.

In the next moment, thousands of cultivators and immortals had already charged forward, clashing with the Heavenly Demons in the sky.

Ying Hui, leading with the burst of power from his Primordial Spirit, charged forward: "Bring back Zhou Bai!"

"Zhou Bai!" Ming Yue, the Immortal, tore through the space, trying to shuttle directly to Zhou Bai's side, but was pushed back by the joint effort of three Heavenly Demon Kings.

The three Heavenly Demon Kings controlled the Mechas, their cannons opened, spewing dense light and high-energy ammunition, transforming into three giant war fortresses. In seconds, they discharged tons of ammunition, an endless and terrifying assault that seemed to melt the very atmosphere, while they ordered all the Heavenly Demons: "Protect Zhou Bai!"

War erupted again instantaneously, like an active volcano exploding, countless high-energy beams, plasma cannons, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, space shuttles, and other magical techniques collided together. The earth continuously cracked, the atmosphere screamed, and within a radius of thousands of kilometers, it seemed to have turned into a gigantic meat grinder, with lives ceasing every moment.

But this was, after all, Central City, and the forces of the Heavenly Demons that had entered the city were too few. Facing such a massive onslaught of immortals and cultivators, even with the Mechas managed by the three Heavenly Demon Kings, they were still being pushed back.

Just then, Christina's voice came in his mind: "Zhou Bai? What are you doing? Don't be bewitched by the Heavenly Demons, they are the greatest enemy of the human race, holding the blood debt of billions of humans."

Since the Heavenly Demons had started the war with the current human race, they had driven the originally globally dispersed human race to the East Asia Continent, slaughtering billions of humans, a blood feud that the current Mixed Blood Human Race could not dissolve.

The Imperial Sword also vibrated: "Zhou Bai, leave quickly, don't get entangled with the Heavenly Demons. If you continue like this, all the humans and the immortals of the Heavenly Court will suspect you."

Zhou Bai: "Billions of human blood debts?"

Zhou Bai: "Suspecting me?"

Zhou Bai suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, covering his face with one hand, his laughter growing louder, gray Primordial Spirit power emerged from his body.

Pollution level: 120/110

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