After the Epilogue

The sky over the continent of Aether finally revealed its clear blue color once again.

Ye Chuan's divine sense finally enveloped the entire continent completely.

"Mhm..." At this moment, the locations of all the human pastures finally fell into his divine sense.

Without the obstruction of the Demon King's power, he was now the complete Ye Chuan!

Without the command of the Demon King and the oversight of the Demon Lord, the remaining demonic defenders were completely vulnerable.

With just a single thought from Ye Chuan, the walls of the pastures collapsed with a loud crash, and the demon soldiers were instantly reduced to flying ash.

Heavy iron doors opened one after another. The humans who had been imprisoned for ten years, as well as those captured before the war, cautiously stepped out from the darkness.

They were clad in rags, their faces sallow and emaciated, their eyes still carrying a lingering numbness and fear.

When the sunlight fell upon them, and when they saw the holy knights in silver armor reaching out to them, some stared blankly for a long time before suddenly covering their faces and weeping bitterly.

Ye Chuan stood on the highest peak, looking down at all of this.

He slowly raised his hand, and the silvery-white light of the authority of time gently sprinkled down.

The blood-soaked land became fertile again, charred trees sprouted new buds, and dried-up rivers surged once more.

The villages destroyed by the demons gradually returned to their original appearance.

He did not resurrect the dead, nor did he reverse all the pain and suffering; he simply left a glimmer of hope for rebirth on this long-suffering land.

After resolving everything, Ye Chuan made his way back to the Holy Mountain.

Every town and village along the way was crowded with people coming to welcome him.

They raised their hands high, jumping and bouncing, moving in such perfect unison it was as if they were accompanied by silent background music, looking excitedly at that young figure.

"Lord Xi Xi!"

"Thank you, Lord Xi Xi!"

"Long live Lord Xi Xi!"

The cheers rose and fell, echoing through the clouds.

It had been ten years.

Ten full years of darkness, ten years of fear, ten years of despair.

It was this young man who suddenly appeared, severing the rule of the demons with a single sword strike, cleaving apart the gloom that shrouded the continent, and bringing them a long-awaited peace.

When Ye Chuan arrived at the foot of the Holy Mountain, the Pope, along with all the cardinals, the commander of the Holy Knights, and all the residents of the Holy Mountain, were already lined up waiting for him.

The Pope wore the most solemn white papal robes, holding the scepter that symbolized the highest authority of the church.

Seeing Ye Chuan's figure, he quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"We welcome Lord Xi Xi's triumphant return!"

All the bishops and holy knights dropped to one knee simultaneously, shouting in unison, "We welcome Lord Xi Xi's triumphant return!"

The surrounding residents also fell to their knees one after another, and cheers like a roaring tsunami rang out once more.

Ye Chuan didn't like seeing people kneel voluntarily.

He preferred them to kneel passively, or be forced to kneel. "Get up, all of you get up."

The Pope stood up and looked at Ye Chuan, his eyes full of gratitude and awe. "Lord Xi Xi, you have saved the continent of Aether and all of humanity. If not for you, I'm afraid we would have long perished under the iron hooves of the demons."

A legendary magician from a thousand years ago had crossed through time and solved the crisis.

It was just like a fairy tale.

"It was just a small effort," Ye Chuan said calmly.

A banquet was held on the Holy Mountain.

After taking his seat, the Pope looked at Ye Chuan and spoke with a solemn expression:

"Lord Xi Xi, now that the Demon King is dead, the demons are defeated, and the human pastures have all been liberated... But after ten years of war, and centuries of conflict between humans and demons, both races have been severely weakened."

"We need an absolute authority, a leader capable of intimidating all factions, to command the entire continent, rebuild our homes, and restore order."

The Pope stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Chuan once again:

"Lord Xi Xi, as the hero who slayed the Demon King, please become the new master of the Aether continent and lead us toward peace!"

All the bishops stood up at the same time, bowing as they said, "Please, Lord Xi Xi, become the new master of the continent!"

Ye Chuan was momentarily stunned, looking rather uninterested. "I have no interest in governing a nation. I have other things to do and will be leaving here soon."

"Lord Xi Xi!" The Pope grew anxious.

"If you leave, what will we do? This hard-won peace will likely be shattered by war again before long!"

What if the Demon King descends again?

"Yes, Lord Xi Xi. Other than you, no one can suppress the remaining demons, nor can anyone unite the divided human factions!"

The crowd tried to persuade him all at once, their faces full of anxiety.

Ye Chuan stroked his chin, pondering for a moment.

He indeed didn't have time to stay here and govern the continent. He still had to go back a thousand years to find Princess Irena and his little apprentice, Little Blue Hair, to complete the world quest.

But just leaving like this was indeed a bit irresponsible.

If the continent fell into the chaos of war again after he left, then everything he had done before would be in vain.

"I see."

He reached out a finger and tapped the center of his brow.

A golden light flew out from his body, landing on the ground and gradually condensing into a figure exactly identical to him.

This figure wore the same clothes as him and had the same appearance, only his eyes were cold and pure, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"This is my origin avatar," Ye Chuan explained.

"It possesses a projection of all my power, is absolutely rational, and has no personal emotions—it can exist independently for over a thousand years."

The Pope and the bishops were completely dumbfounded as they looked at the avatar that was identical to Ye Chuan.

They never imagined that such a method existed.

Ye Chuan adjusted his avatar a bit, as if charging it up. As for what would happen next, he couldn't be bothered to care.

The Pope looked at the origin avatar, and his hanging heart finally settled.

With such an avatar possessing all of Ye Chuan's power, while being absolutely just and rational, commanding the continent, the peace of the Aether continent had a true guarantee.

"Thank you, Lord Xi Xi!" The Pope bowed again in gratitude.

Ye Chuan waved his hand, not saying anything more.

He didn't have much interest in the timeline of this world, though Kalisia was quite alright. In name, he could be considered to have guided Kalisia.

Bringing Kalisia back to the apartment seemed to be no problem either.

It was just that Ye Chuan wasn't sure if she was willing to come over.

After all, her father was still here—

...

"Really?! Can I really go to Lord Xi Xi's home? I'm willing!"

"Father and all that, it doesn't matter!"

When Kalisia found out that Ye Chuan was willing to take her away, her eyes lit up, adopting an attitude that her father didn't matter at all.

"If you go back with me, there is a very high probability that you won't return," Ye Chuan said to the pink-haired loli in front of him.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. Father is a lord, he can have a few more children in the future, but there is only one Lord Xi Xi."