After a brief, dead silence, deafening cheers erupted instantly.
The surviving civilians fell to their knees, bowing devoutly to Ye Chuan in mid-air.
The holy knights also laid down their longswords one after another, kneeling on one knee with eyes full of awe and gratitude.
The apocalyptic battle just now, along with the miracle of Ye Chuan returning from the void, had made him an unshakable god in everyone's hearts.
In reality, Ye Chuan didn't like all that god stuff.
With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle magical energy swept across the entire city.
The wounds on the civilians and holy knights who had been injured by the demons healed rapidly at a visible rate.
"Alright, disperse," Ye Chuan's voice reached everyone's ears clearly. "Let the Church handle the rest themselves."
After saying this, he took Kalisia and the Pope and flew towards the sanctuary at the peak of the Holy Mountain.
Back in the Papal Hall, Gregory finally recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
He looked at his right arm, which was withered like a dry twig, and a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.
This arm had been hit by the ray of time decay. Even with the highest level of light magic, it could only barely be saved and could never be restored to its original state.
"Your Holiness, your arm..." Kalisia looked at his condition and spoke with some concern.
The Pope shook his head and sighed. "It is already a blessing to keep my life. It's just a pity that I will never be able to cast light magic at full power again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chuan walked up to him, extended a finger, and gently tapped his withered right arm.
A wisp of pure, silver time energy slowly merged into the Pope's arm.
"Buzz—"
A faint humming sound rang out.
The Pope's shriveled and withered arm began to recover rapidly at a visible rate.
The wrinkled skin became plump again, and the vanished muscles and blood vessels reappeared. In just a few seconds, the completely ruined arm was restored to its original pale and powerful state, without leaving even a single scar.
Gregory stared dumbfounded at his right arm, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fist. Feeling the abundant power within it, his face was written with disbelief.
"This... is this the power of time?!" He suddenly looked up at Ye Chuan. "You can actually manipulate Chronos's authority over time?! How is this possible?! The authority granted by the Demon King can only be used by demons!"
"Nothing is impossible," Ye Chuan withdrew his hand and opened his palm. That wisp of silver origin time energy was slowly swirling in his palm.
"It's just a wisp of the power of rules. Anyone can use it."
He paused, looking at the origin of time in his palm, and spoke thoughtfully:
"Moreover, I just took a look, and the ability of this thing is even more interesting than I imagined."
"What do you mean?" Gregory asked hastily.
"It can rewind time," Ye Chuan said calmly. "As long as there is enough magical energy, it can rewind the time of the entire Aether Continent."
"What?!"
Gregory abruptly stood up from his chair. "Rewind the time of the entire continent? That is absolutely impossible! The power of time authority is limited!"
"Even if Chronos risked his life, he could at most only rewind the time on his own body to return to the state before he was killed! To rewind the time of the entire continent, even for just one day, the amount of magical energy required would be an astronomical figure! Let alone rewinding it further back!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "What if my magical energy is infinite?"
"Infinite?" Gregory froze, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "Your Excellency Xi Xi, please don't joke around. How could anyone in this world possess infinite magical energy? Even the Demon King couldn't do that."
In his view, although Ye Chuan's strength was absurdly powerful, it ultimately had its limits.
Rewinding time by a thousand years was something even the gods could not achieve.
Ye Chuan didn't explain. He just raised his hand and released a wisp of his own magical energy.
Just a single wisp was enough to make the Pope feel exactly how terrifying Ye Chuan's magical energy was.
"Your Excellency Xi Xi, are you... are you really planning to rewind time?" Gregory steadied his nerves and asked in a solemn tone.
"Rewinding time by a thousand years will trigger unpredictable temporal turbulence and change the fates of countless people."
"Furthermore... the world a thousand years ago is completely different from now. Even if you go back, you might not necessarily find the true Hero."
"If I can't find him, then I can't find him," Ye Chuan shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
"Anyway, this current world can't produce a Hero either. Rather than just waiting around here, it's better to go back and take a look. If I get lucky and manage to get my hands on the power of the Hero's Sword a thousand years ago, wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?"
He had already thought it through.
The current world was locked down by the Demon King's breeding ground system, making it absolutely impossible for a true Hero to be born.
Rather than wasting time here, it was better to directly rewind to a thousand years ago, an era where the Hero still existed and the demons had not yet fully invaded.
Besides, the little dragonmen and the others were all still around back then.
The Succubus Pavilion was also still there.
Accurately speaking, he was going back.
"But..." Gregory wanted to persuade him further, but was interrupted by Ye Chuan waving his hand.
"No buts," Ye Chuan stood up. "I've already decided. When the right moment comes, I will activate the time rewind and return to a thousand years ago."
Gregory looked at Ye Chuan's back, opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
He knew he couldn't possibly persuade this legendary Lord Magus.
But this way, wouldn't the Lord Magus be returning to his own world?
Time was still too profound; almost no one had done any research on time magic.
Moreover, he was also faintly expectant.
If Ye Chuan could really successfully rewind time and stop the birth of the demons a thousand years ago, did that mean all the sacrifices and suffering of the past ten years could be rewritten?
Would those compatriots who died at the hands of the demons, those souls kept in captivity in the pastures, all have a chance to live again?
"I understand, Your Excellency Xi Xi," Gregory said.
Kalisia also ran to Ye Chuan's side. "Lord Xi Xi! Can I go with you to a thousand years ago? I also want to see what the Aether Continent looked like back then!"
Ye Chuan looked down at her and couldn't help but ask, "What if we can't come back? What about your father?"
"It doesn't matter, my father will understand me."
Ye Chuan: "..."
What a filial daughter.
Ye Chuan wasn't quite sure if he could bring Kalisia along. Maybe he could?
"But wouldn't it be better to ask Lilith about this matter?" Ye Chuan pondered.
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