The year numbers of time slightly fluctuated, like a BUG, the numbers silently jumped from 8000 years to another number.

Solar Calendar Year 13004.

"Is this the Celestial Realm where ascension takes place?"

"I've finally arrived here."

Countless powerful beings still roam the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms. They journeyed outside the Celestial Realm, fighting their way through, enduring the Ninth Layer Lightning Tribulation, and ascended to the Celestial Realm to absorb various crystals and reassemble their divine bodies to become Ancient Gods who master rules.

However, in the current era, it is no longer just the Ninth Layer Lightning Tribulation.

There is also the Ninefold Water Tribulation on the water route, leaping over the dragon gate.

The Water Tribulation is even more challenging.

Only true prodigies can pass the baptism and once they break through, they truly leap over the dragon gate, the darlings of the heavens.

The Celestial River has a hundred thousand water armies, commanded by the Celestial River Marshal.

The tree-man in the Moon Palace within the Milky Way spoke of the terror: Eight Hundred Flowing Sand Realm, Three Thousand Weak Waters Deep, Feather cannot float, Reed flowers sink to the bottom.

"Three thousand seven hundred years ago, nine Golden Crows descended to the world."

"Ten suns burned the sky, scorching the Celestial Vault, heaven and earth were all red, as Light returned, seemingly to burn the entire Cosmos...lighting the world with Light."

In a school's classroom in the city.

A teacher with Divine Level cultivation looked at the children of these Immortals, telling the full history of the Cosmos, narrating it vividly, making the Heroes of history leap off the page.

"Three thousand three hundred years ago, countless Ancient Gods descended to the Lower Realm to encircle and suppress, and the Golden Crow took the opportunity to crash and create a breach in the Celestial River, and an endless wave of a great flood descended, it was the Light Ancient God punishing the world once more! Refusing to repent, the people on earth were sinful beyond measure, causing the Great Flood to descend...."

The Light Ancient God of this era has become the greatest evil in the Cosmos.

Universally recognized, written in textbooks.

"Three thousand one hundred years ago, the Golden Crow was besieged and fell by the people, but the Celestial River had already flooded the entire Heavens, soaking many of the Ten Thousand Realms. The Dragon Race thrived as a result, stirring up trouble in All Heavens using the sea. It is said that the ancestor of the Dragon Race was the moon rabbit nestled in the embrace of the Moon Goddess Aurora...."

The students below were amazed at what they heard.

One exquisitely charming child could not help but raise his hand: "Teacher! Teacher, how could the ancestor of the Dragon Race possibly be a cute and bouncy rabbit?"

The teacher shook his head, he wasn't quite sure either.

There were too many dragon breeds in the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, no matter what type of dragon, they were all incredibly majestic and domineering, the Dragon Race ancestor indeed did not seem like a rabbit.

Such a notion would be too ridiculous.

The teacher continued his lesson:

"To repair the Celestial River, one by one, Ancient Gods of the Cosmos personally guided the water flow, blocked the holes, diverting the river water into branches, thus we had the great flood era in our history that lasted for three thousand years in the Celestial Realm, equating to over six billion years in the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms."

"I'm sure many of your parents were born in the Lower Realm during that era, witnessing that heart-wrenching scene, the water of the Celestial River and the Nether River were all gone, the entire Cosmos became a huge spherical fish tank, and their separate Crystal Wall Worlds were like submarines."

"Some of those submarine worlds were even swept by massive torrents to other corners, and worlds collided with each other, causing the Cosmos to enter a lengthy 60 billion-year undersea era."

The description was very concise, but the children present had heard various flood stories from a young age.

The tragic and perilous environment described was beyond words.

After the desiccating high-temperature apocalypse brought by the Golden Crow came the even more terrifying flood low-temperature apocalypse.

"It was an extremely tragic time, in some worlds, Crystal Walls were breached, cracks and holes emerged, water poured into small worlds, and countless powerful beings performed acts of heartwarming heroism to prevent their homeland from drowning."

"Divine Level powerhouses within the Crystal Wall World used their lives to seal the internal rifts of the world, preventing Celestial River water from pouring in."

"While some Undying Level powerhouses took it upon themselves, outside their homeland's world, to block the rifts with their massive bodies in the Chaos Corridor, protecting the internal structures of their homeland from flooding."

"During that flood era, the now-famous Five Emperors emerged, the greatest five historical Sages since the three Emperors of ancient times."

The teacher revealed a trace of respect as he said this.

"They did not possess the Authority of life, and couldn't be called Human Emperors. After the three Emperors, there were no further three Emperors, but people honored the Five Emperors."

"The story of how Daqian controlled the water and didn't visit home seven times; I'm sure you all heard of it, and our current stability was largely driven by the Five Emperors of that era. They reshaped the entire Cosmos into a new home for their ideals and beliefs."

"Ultimately, seven hundred years ago, after continuously managing the flood issues, they sent the river water back, and with the aid of Supreme Saint and Origin Goddess who created life, they personally intervened using the Five-Colored Reincarnation Divine Stone to mend the heavens, sealed the breach, and the water completely disappeared, ending this cosmic great tribulation."

The teacher took a deep breath and warned the students now: "Fellow students, the comfort of our lives today was given by our predecessors; in just seven hundred years, I hope none of you forget history, as it would be akin to forgetting our courage and spirit."

The teacher's words were a classic moral education.

The children of today couldn't comprehend its sorrow, only found the teacher annoying, feeling no stirring from learning about historical heroes.

But still, there was a student who thought of something, raised their hand high and said: "Since the Cosmos is home to the four Great Saints who shaped the universe, why didn't they solve this disaster from the start? According to the mythical powers described, they could have dealt with it in no time."

The teacher smiled, this wasn't the first time someone asked this question: "The matters of all living beings involve only birth and death, it is the mysterious natural order, and the Saints should not interfere lightly."

"Moreover, the Saints' true forms reside in the Eternal Sun Homeland, tirelessly encircling and eradicating the true evil, the Light Ancient God."

"It is said they have been tirelessly encircling for a long 90 billion years, only after another few trillion years might it completely fall."

This statement made all the students' eyes glisten brightly, shining with excitement.

The idea of such a time scale was terrifying!

The Saints had been encircling since the distant past, ceaselessly battling, just how terrifying must that villain behind the Cosmos be?

Or perhaps, such an existence at that level is beyond reason to be so hard to kill.

Ring-ring!

The bell signaling the end of class rang. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

As the teacher left, other students gradually began to go home from school.

"Hey, Little Zhuxiao, how was the teacher's lesson today?" Outside the school, a tall and handsome young man was picking up the child, "All three hundred of your moms are waiting at home for dinner."

"Just okay," the little boy was very well-behaved, with dragon horns, bouncing home with his father.

"My little Zhuxiao is still as cute as ever." The tall and handsome man smiled.

"I'm not cute at all, the history stories the teacher told weren't as interesting as the weird histories you tell, Dad." Little Zhuxiao pouted his cute little mouth.

"What I tell is not history, you know." Back home, after dinner, the man took the little boy under the big tree in the moonlit night, pulled out a historical biography, and continued narrating history.

This was a daily father-son pastime.

This father was reportedly very fond of keeping diaries, recording the journey of his life.

"By the way, Dad, I've never seen your dragon form, have I?" The little boy, sitting in the man's arms, suddenly said.

"Because my true dragon form is even more handsome than I am now, I'm afraid you'd be envious seeing it." The man smiled gently, pulling out a book and continued to flip to the next page.

[In the year 8004, the Four Great Saints killed the Evil Saint across Space-Time's turbulent currents, creating a Cosmic Hourglass, traversing the future, intending to slay again.]

The child looked at the scene, feeling these histories were simply absurd, making no sense.

"Child, Saints aren't without desires and ambitions; like anyone, they also long for a more exciting future." The man put down the book, gazing at the splendid sky of the Milky Way and that beautiful full moon.