Max Level Returns to the Novice Village

Ke Ning finally gave a simpler explanation, "Finding the coordinates isn't difficult, but I need to borrow equipment from my world."

"But for now, I can't go back."

Hearing this, Ye Chuan thought to himself...

You can't go back.

But I can go in, right?

[New Century]

Ye Chuan could enter Ke Ning's world. Because he had been busy with affairs in the Aether Continent and the Tianxuan Continent, he had never visited Ke Ning's New Century.

If that were the case, wouldn't a trip to the future world allow him to master the ability to find the coordinates of parallel worlds?

When the time came, acquiring a law of time would be a piece of cake, and he wouldn't have to worry about getting lost at all.

Ye Chuan pondered, calculating in his mind.

However, this period of time was just enough for him to clean up the mess he had left behind in the Aether Continent.

Princess Irena's world-class quest, and that Demon King who had instantly killed him, all needed to be dealt with once and for all.

As for Ke Ning's New Century world, it wouldn't be too late to go there after completing the world quest in the Aether Continent.

"I'm going to the Aether Continent to finish what's left."

...

Night.

After feeding spiritual liquid to the Gong Baiwans, Ye Chuan also made some preparations and entered the Aether Continent.

Aether Continent, initiate!

The moment he appeared on the Holy Mountain, Ye Chuan looked down at everything around him, then raised his hand—

The power of Yinshan began to surge. This time, he could freely manipulate the time of the Aether Continent and go to any point in time he had previously visited.

This included the place where he was slashed to death by the Demon King last time.

His last death had been too frustrating; after all, he couldn't even break her defense. This time, he was going to get his revenge.

How could this not be considered going back to challenge a novice dungeon?

Well, it wasn't really a novice dungeon. If it weren't for Evelina, he might not have been able to do anything about that Demon King anyway.

Time began to distort, and scenes appeared before Ye Chuan's eyes like shards of glass—

Promising Princess Irena to escort her to Count Kan's territory.

Discovering that the royal family were all skin-wearing monsters.

Joining forces with the little dragonfolk to go to the royal capital, transporting supplies, taking the little blue-haired girl as an apprentice, and fighting all the way to the royal capital.

Defeating the skin-wearing monster king of the royal capital.

The Demon King appearing and instantly killing him.

...

Opening his eyes once more, Ye Chuan returned to the exact point in time he needed to be.

Looking up, his surroundings were already a sea of fire.

The Blackstone Mountain crackled in the raging flames. The moment Ye Chuan regained his senses, his gaze immediately locked onto the center of the battlefield.

There, a young man was staggering backward, a longsword burning with black flames pierced through his chest.

The man's face was identical to Ye Chuan's; it was none other than Sissi Chynayega.

And the one wielding the sword was a white-haired girl wearing Demon King armor, her massive black wings spread wide.

There was not a trace of human emotion in her eyes, only cold killing intent.

Demon King Angelina.

This was the Angelina who had not been saved by Ye Chuan, the Angelina who had successfully demonized.

Seeing the white-haired Demon King in the distance, Ye Chuan suddenly felt like he had encountered a special edition character.

How should he put it?

Different timelines had shaped different Demon Kings.

"SquELCH—"

Angelina violently pulled out the longsword, and golden blood sprayed out.

That "Ye Chuan" lowered his head, then finally looked up at Angelina. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

His body began to turn into fine golden motes of light, gradually dissipating into the burning air.

Dead.

He himself had died.

Standing behind a rock, Ye Chuan subconsciously touched his own chest.

So the pain back then was that real. He hadn't even had the time to say his last words.

Before being taken out by the Demon King.

At the time, he really felt like the other party was using cheats.

It seemed it was time to let her experience the charm of raw stats.

Just then, the Demon King in mid-air suddenly turned her head. Her gaze accurately pierced through the firelight and thick smoke, landing right on Ye Chuan's hiding spot.

The demonic aura around her instantly surged. For the first time, a clear emotion appeared in her originally hollow eyes—confusion.

She had clearly just killed this person.

She had watched with her own eyes as his body turned into motes of light, leaving not even a sliver of a soul fragment behind.

Why was there another him standing in the distance?

Moreover, the aura emanating from this person... was completely different from the one just now.

The one before her was simultaneously wreathed in radiant holy light and dark demonic aura, along with a bottomless, unknown power that made her instinctively feel fear.

"Who are you?"

Demon King Angelina's voice was hoarse and icy, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.

She slowly raised the Demon King Sword, pointing the tip at Ye Chuan. Black flames danced along the blade,

"You are not him. What kind of monster are you?"

Ye Chuan stepped out, looking up at the Demon King in mid-air, a faint smile curling on his lips:

"What? You kill me once and you don't recognize me anymore? Or is the memory of Demon Kings just that bad?"

"Impossible..." the Demon King said softly. The demonic aura around her churned even more violently, and the surrounding flames were slightly suppressed by her power,

"No one can survive under my Demon King Sword! No one!"

"There are exceptions to everything."

Ye Chuan slowly raised his hands.

In the palm of his left hand, a longsword as pitch-black as ink condensed out of thin air. The blade burned with black flames identical in origin to Angelina's; it was none other than the Demon King Sword.

In the palm of his right hand, a Hero Sword as pure white as snow appeared simultaneously. Golden holy light flowed down the blade, dispelling the surrounding darkness and demonic aura; it was the Hero Sword.

One black and one white, one demonic and one heroic. Two divine swords that were supposed to be sworn enemies were now shining together in the hands of the same person, exuding a terrifying pressure capable of crushing the entire battlefield.

At this time, the human soldiers, Irena, and the others who were hurrying over from afar—everyone stared dumbfounded at the mysterious figure dual-wielding swords in the center of the battlefield.

They could clearly feel that this person's power was a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than the newly awakened Demon King.

Lord Sissi?

He got stronger?

The Demon King's pale face changed drastically.

She could feel that the Demon King's Protection she took such pride in was currently sounding a shrill alarm, trembling madly.

That white longsword emanated an aura that made her very soul shudder—a Hero!

And that black longsword... was actually exactly the same as the Demon King Sword in her hand, perhaps even purer and more overbearing.

"You... just who are you?" For the first time, a barely noticeable tremor crept into her voice.

"Sissi Chynayega," Ye Chuan said in a flat tone. "Remember it well."

With that said, Ye Chuan immediately unleashed his full firepower. His terrifying aura caused the surrounding world to begin transforming madly.

The last time I saw you, I was chased and beaten by you.

Seeing you again, you are like an ant gazing up at the vast blue sky!

Under Ye Chuan's terrifying aura, the Demon King still made her move, slashing her sword toward him!