The moment the golden torrent broke through the clouds, the entire battlefield was enveloped in a divine light.
Countless fragments of golden light rose from every corner of the Aether Continent—they crossed mountains and rivers, ultimately converging on Ye Chuan and sinking into his limbs.
The aura around Ye Chuan began to change.
The originally mutually exclusive Power of Chaos, Power of the Demon King, and a small amount of the Power of the Hero, were perfectly interwoven under the harmonization of a massive influx of the Power of the Hero.
The three entirely different powers formed a stable cycle within his body.
Not only that, but the Power of the Hero and the Power of the Demon King began to be refined by the Power of Chaos, adding brand-new strength to it.
[You have acquired the Power of Time to reverse the Aether Continent]
[Acquired new identity: Demon King Hero]
[You have acquired a new status in the timeline of the Aether Continent: Immortal and Indestructible]
He slowly raised his right hand. A pure white longsword, flowing with golden radiance, appeared out of thin air. The blade was engraved with ancient hero runes, exuding a holy aura that purified everything.
The Hero's Sword.
In his left hand, the ink-black Demon King's Sword burned with hellfire; in his right hand, the snow-white Hero's Sword flowed with the brilliance of holy light.
One demon and one hero, one dark and one light. These two forces, originally opposed in life and death, now coexisted harmoniously in the hands of the same person.
"No... impossible!"
Evelina looked at the twin swords in Ye Chuan's hands and stumbled back a step, her purple eyes filled with utter despair.
"I clearly extinguished all of humanity's hopes! I killed everyone who could possibly become a hero! Why is the Power of the Hero on you?! What kind of monster are you?!"
"Why?!" she screamed hysterically, her voice carrying a hint of a sob.
"I survived by laying low for so many years! I was careful every day, not daring to be the slightest bit careless! I established human pastures, I killed all the rebels, I even almost wiped out my own emotions!"
"I finally waited for this chance! I was finally so close to going home! Why do you get to destroy everything I have without saying a word?!"
"Why? Who knows? You deserve to die."
Ye Chuan's voice remained flat, yet it carried unquestionable power.
His figure flashed, instantly appearing in front of Evelina, swinging both swords simultaneously.
The black and golden sword lights intertwined, forming a cross slash that tore through heaven and earth.
"Clang—!!!"
This time, there was no ear-piercing sound of metal colliding.
That once indestructible Demon King's Aegis was easily torn apart like thin paper.
The cross slash viciously struck Evelina's chest. Black demonic energy and golden holy light erupted simultaneously, wreaking havoc madly inside her body.
"Pfft—"
Evelina spat out a large mouthful of black blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ground and smashing a giant crater into the hard rocky surface.
She struggled to stand up, but just as she propped up her body, she fell heavily again.
Ye Chuan walked up to her step by step, reaching out, the tip of his sword pointing at her throat.
The Power of the Hero had not yet been completely refined, but it was enough. After all, it was just to break her defenses; Ye Chuan's base stats were already there.
The surrounding battlefield fell completely silent.
The human soldiers held their breath, looking at this incredibly arrogant Demon King beaten to the ground, their eyes filled with awe.
The surviving demon soldiers collapsed to the ground in terror, lacking even the strength to run away. Lord Demon King had actually been defeated?
"Do you have any last words," Ye Chuan said lightly. "Anything to say."
Evelina raised her head, looked into Ye Chuan's cold eyes, and suddenly laughed.
She laughed bleakly and despairingly.
"Last words? What last words could I have." She gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice terrifyingly calm.
"Nothing to say. If you're going to kill me, do it quickly."
She closed her eyes.
Scenes from dozens of reincarnations flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
During her first rebirth, she was still full of hope, thinking she could definitely conquer the continent easily and go home.
By her tenth rebirth, she began to grow numb, mechanically repeating war and slaughter every day.
By her twentieth rebirth, she learned endurance and calculation, learning to extinguish humanity's hopes in the most cruel ways.
By her forty-second rebirth, she thought she had finally found the path to success.
The way home...
Treading on thin ice all these years, could she really not reach the opposite shore?
She had given up all entertainment, given up all emotions, and even given up her dignity as a human.
She just wanted to go home.
Wanted to return to that world with air conditioning, WiFi, and food delivery.
Wanted to take another bite of her mom's braised pork, wanted to hug that orange cat at home that always loved to rub against her palm.
But now, it was all over.
Dozens of reincarnations, hundreds of years of effort, hundreds of years of struggle, hundreds of years of pain—all vanished like a bubble.
The road home was completely cut off.
It turned out that no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the fate of being killed by the Hero.
Even though she had strangled the cradle of the Hero's birth, right before her success, a man suddenly appeared like a deus ex machina, shouting something about courage and bonds, and directly awakened the Power of the Hero.
He even had the Power of the Demon King on hand.
Facing such a cheating bastard, Evelina smiled bitterly. It turned out the Heavenly Dao had doomed her ending from the very beginning.
So tired.
Really so tired.
I don't want to struggle anymore.
I don't want to be reborn anymore either.
Let it end just like this.
A crystal-clear teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye and smashed onto the cold rock.
She muttered to herself, her voice as light as a breeze, yet it clearly reached Ye Chuan's ears:
"I just want to go home... just want to see my mom and dad... just want to see my Hajimi... so tired..."
"Dad... Mom..."
"Hajimi?"
Ye Chuan froze for a moment, the twin swords in his hands pausing slightly.
The coldness on his face instantly faded, replaced by slight astonishment.
This word was an internet buzzword that only modern people would use.
People in this world absolutely couldn't possibly know it.
He slowly crouched down, looking at Evelina's appearance:
"What did you say? Who do you want to see?"
Evelina was startled by his sudden action. She opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion: "What is it? If you're going to kill me, just kill me!"
Ye Chuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Bibilabu."
Evelina's body stiffened abruptly.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Ye Chuan, her eyes wide open, her face written with disbelief.
After several seconds, she finally answered word by word in a trembling voice:
"M-my sword and shield."
Ye Chuan spoke again, "Gugugaga—"
"S-stupid penguin acting cute again..."
"kskbl."
"zdjd."
The atmosphere fell into a ghost-like dead silence.
Evelina looked at him, her lips trembling, unable to speak a word for a long time.
She never would have imagined.
This man who existed like a walking bug.
Was actually, just like her.
A transmigrator?
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
