The Time Demon Lord, Chronos, had just steadied himself. Before he could activate his Authority again, Ye Chuan vanished into thin air right before his eyes.
"Where did he go?!" He whipped his head around, looking everywhere.
The next second, a hand rested lightly on his shoulder.
A freezing sensation shot up his spine straight to the top of his head. Chronos stiffened completely and slowly turned his head, meeting Ye Chuan's smiling face.
"Looking for me?" Ye Chuan flashed a bright smile.
"Wait—!"
Chronos let out a desperate shriek, but before his magic could circulate, a terrifying power surged from his shoulder, instantly crushing his body.
"Crack."
A soft sound echoed.
Chronos's body shattered like glass, instantly turning into a sky full of silver motes of light!
"What?!"
The sole remaining Space Demon Lord was dumbfounded.
Cold sweat rolled down his bald head.
Cullen stared at Ye Chuan, his left hand gripping the bloodstained Realm-Breaking Spike tightly.
"I don't care if you're the Hero or not!" he roared. "I'm going to make you disappear from this world forever!"
After absorbing the Time Demon Lord's Authority, Ye Chuan simply crossed his arms and watched him with great interest.
"Oh? What kind of ability do you have to make me disappear?"
A flash of mad resolve crossed Cullen's eyes. The Authority patterns around him began to glow, seemingly igniting.
His robust muscles instantly withered into something resembling dead bark, and his face became covered in wrinkles.
"Careful! He's burning his Authority," the Pope warned.
Ye Chuan just tilted his head slightly, curious to see what was so special about it.
"Space Authority: Void Exile!!" a low growl tore from Cullen's throat.
Instantly, a massive, pitch-black rift tore open right beneath Ye Chuan's feet!
A terrifying suction force erupted from the rift. Surrounding rubble, broken wood, and even the abyssal demonic aura permeating the air were frantically dragged inside, crushed into basic particles the moment they touched the spatial turbulence!
Roof tiles in Vanta City below were ripped away. Screaming civilians clung desperately to nearby stone pillars, terrified of being sucked into that horrific nothingness.
Seeing this, the Pope immediately released his magic to protect the civilians.
However, Ye Chuan, standing right in the center of the rift, made no move to dodge.
He simply looked down slightly, watching the churning black turbulence beneath his feet with interest.
"Kind of interesting," Ye Chuan muttered softly.
The next second, the pitch-black rift completely engulfed Ye Chuan!
After swallowing Ye Chuan, it began to close slowly. The spatial turbulence at the edges gradually subsided, and finally, with a muffled popping sound, it vanished entirely into thin air!
"Hahaha! Hahahaha!!"
Cullen stared at the empty sky. He froze for a few seconds before erupting into hysterical, manic laughter.
Clutching his shriveled left arm, he staggered and spun in mid-air, laughing until tears streamed down his face, looking utterly insane.
"Dead! He's dead!!"
"Exiled to the void beyond the world! He'll never be able to come back!!"
"What mage! What Hero! In the face of my Void Exile, he had no choice but to die obediently!!"
He laughed uproariously, completely oblivious to his rapidly aging body—the price of burning his origin and Authority was frantically devouring his life force.
But he didn't care. As long as he could kill this monster, everything was worth it for His Highness the Demon King!
Vanta City below instantly fell into a dead silence.
The Pope's face paled slightly; he too knew what it meant to be exiled beyond the world.
The hope that had just been kindled was shattered just like that.
Xixi Chinayega had actually lost due to his own arrogance.
"Now, it's your turn!" Cullen finally stopped laughing, a ferocious killing intent appearing on his face. He raised his remaining left hand, preparing to activate his residual spatial power to massacre Vanta City below.
Right at that moment.
The air three meters behind him suddenly rippled like water.
Under everyone's gaze, an ordinary-looking door appeared out of nowhere in mid-air.
It was indescribably bizarre.
"Click."
The crisp sound of a turning doorknob was exceptionally clear in the dead-silent sky.
The wooden door was pushed open gently.
Ye Chuan walked out from the door.
He looked up at Cullen, who was just about to make his move, and asked with a smile:
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Who did you say is never coming back?"
Anywhere Door, kid!
Cullen's body instantly stiffened.
He slowly turned around. When he saw that door and the familiar figure standing beside it, the ferocious killing intent on his face instantly froze, gradually replaced by extreme bewilderment and terror.
"Im... impossible..." he muttered to himself, almost falling out of the sky.
"How could you possibly come back?! That was Void Exile! The chaotic nothingness beyond the world! No one can come back from there! No one!!"
Once you go in, you can't come back!
"Oh, you mean that pitch-black place." Ye Chuan pointed at the door behind him and casually tossed it into his spatial backpack.
"It was actually pretty boring. There was nothing inside, couldn't even find a place to sit. But good thing I brought this; I can go wherever I want. Way more useful than your crappy rift."
"Do you understand the power of true science?"
As he spoke, he flew toward Cullen.
For every meter he approached, Cullen retreated a meter, his eyes unfocused, repeatedly muttering that it was impossible.
"What... what kind of monster are you..." Cullen's voice trembled uncontrollably.
Ye Chuan stopped and raised his right hand.
"Me?" He smiled.
The next moment, the power Ye Chuan released instantly pierced through Cullen's heart.
Cullen looked down at the tiny wound on his chest, then looked up at Ye Chuan, mouthfuls of black blood welling up from his throat.
He tried to say something, but could only let out a wheezing, breathy sound.
The next second, his body, along with the remaining Space Authority, dissolved into a sky full of black motes of light.
Ye Chuan casually made a grabbing motion. A wisp of pure black spatial origin power separated from the light motes and obediently floated into his palm.
After obtaining both the Time Authority and the Space Authority, Ye Chuan inspected them. He found that the Space Authority was almost completely unusable due to the bald guy's sacrifice, but the Time Authority was still functional.
Time Authority: Rewinds the time of the Aether Continent based on the amount of magic power used.
"The remaining power can reverse the time of the Aether Continent once?" Ye Chuan was also momentarily stunned after seeing the Time Authority.
Hmm...
Hmm?
Did this mean he could reverse time and return to the past?
Return to the era of the little blue-haired dragonkin?
But Lilith had warned him not to use the power of time recklessly.
"Hmm..." Ye Chuan crossed his arms. If he returned to the past, wouldn't that mean he had a chance to obtain the Hero's power?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
