Inside Yin Hu’s residence.
On the electric rotating dining table, delicacies were continuously placed, and empty plates were cleared away.
Yin Hu ate with grease dripping from her mouth.
But with a single lick and a spin of her tongue,
all the oil on her lips was clean as if it had never been there.
Wang Hao asked anxiously:
“Ancestor, can you beat this guy?”
“We have to find a way to get rid of him.”
“Destroying an entire continent in one go—how the hell are people supposed to live with that?”
“He’s absolutely insane!”
He pointed at Su Yuanshan on the TV,
his expression agitated.
Yin Hu watched the replay on the screen,
which showed Su Yuanshan’s death sentence to the Southern Continent.
She chuckled lightly and said:
“You’ll get used to it.”
Wang Hao was speechless:
“How can anyone get used to that?”
“If he does it three more times, the whole world will be gone.”
“Before I even get used to it, it’ll be the end of the world.”
Yin Hu swallowed an entire roasted adult pig in one bite,
her face brimming with blissful enjoyment.
She said casually:
“In ancient times, this kind of massive battle happened every day.”
“Back then, there were dozens of continents in the world—they were all carved out by such fights.”
“Old continents got sunk, but then powerful beings would stir the seas and create new ones.”
“You need to train hard, or you won’t adapt to the new way of life.”
New way of life?
You call this living?
After hearing Yin Hu’s words, only one thought crossed Wang Hao’s mind:
How had humanity not gone extinct back then?
Inside the Wang family villa.
Su Yuanshan suddenly appeared before Wang Zun.
“Long time no see!”
Wang Zun looked up,
gazing at Su Yuanshan before him.
He had long prepared himself,
after all, he had once killed Su Canghai.
“Decades have passed, and your hot-tempered nature has grown more extreme than ever.”
Su Yuanshan smiled:
“To you, it’s been decades.”
“But in the Underworld, I lived through over ten thousand years.”
“You have no idea how I survived those ten thousand years.”
Wang Zun pointed to the sofa in front of him.
“I’d like to hear you talk about it.”
Su Yuanshan habitually ran his hand over his close-cropped hair,
from his forehead to the back of his neck,
then sat on the sofa opposite Wang Zun.
Looking at his old friend from bygone days, he said earnestly:
“From birth to death in battle, and then clawing my way through the empty void of the Underworld for over ten thousand years—I finally figured out one thing.”
“When I was good, the bad guys bullied me.”
“When I was bad, the good guys judged me.”
“I realized that being good or bad doesn’t matter at all.”
“What matters is being strong enough—weakness is the original sin.”
“So in the Underworld, I kept devouring souls weaker than mine, step by step taking control of my own fate.”
Wang Zun couldn’t imagine
what Su Yuanshan had endured over ten thousand years.
But one thing was clear:
this Su Yuanshan was even more extreme than the one from decades ago.
He had also become brutal,
or more precisely, utterly indifferent to others.
“You didn’t come just for a trip down memory lane, did you?”
Su Yuanshan smiled faintly.
“You shouldn’t have killed Su Canghai—he was my own brother.”
“Our friendship ends here.”
“From now on, if you stand against me, I will kill you without mercy.”
“Farewell, former friend.”
Wang Zun let out a deep sigh,
watching Su Yuanshan vanish before him.
He silently lamented in his heart:
“If only that murder hadn’t happened thirty-three years ago,
there would be no Devouring Heaven Club, no fall of the Nine Great Families, and none of this today.”
...
Tian Du.
The Martial Arts Association headquarters dispatched people nonstop to the Southern Continent for rescue operations.
The casualties on the Southern Continent couldn’t yet be tallied,
but everyone knew
it would be a number measured in hundreds of millions.
All news outlets
were banned from reporting on this incident.
The populations of the three remaining continents only knew one thing:
all contact with the Southern Continent had been completely severed.
Anyone with friends or family there
could no longer reach them.
Online, various speculations flew,
but even the keyboard warriors were now cautious with their words,
terrified that looking up one day
might reveal a meteor streaking toward them.
The Martial Arts Association waited for Su Yuanshan’s stance—
his position toward Daxia, or toward the Association itself.
After a long wait,
news arrived:
Su Yuanshan had returned to the immortal city of Donghai.
His former subordinates and most of the Devouring Heaven Club’s members
had gathered there.
The Martial Arts Association branch evacuated the city immediately.
The situation was clear—no one dared provoke Su Yuanshan.
A single move that obliterated the Southern Continent
had cowed everyone completely.
After the brief uproar,
the world fell silent once more.
Everyone lived in fear, yet the man who caused that fear
did nothing more outrageous.
Elsewhere,
the four Martial Gods who had been resurrected alongside Su Yuanshan
were now holed up in a border town of Daxia.
They were somewhat helpless about Su Yuanshan’s actions,
but like Aiden,
the four Martial Gods gathered together, eating and drinking heartily, enjoying life.
No one cherished these rare peaceful days more than they did.
“Who knows how long this good life will last? This drink—I just can’t get enough.”
“Once the Ancient Clan brothers are revived, they’re definitely going to start a war with the Tyrant.”
“As long as we don’t provoke the Tyrant, he won’t bother us, but the Ancient Clan brothers are different—they won’t allow any Martial Gods to remain in the mortal world.”
“What can we do? It’s not like we can join the Tyrant’s camp.”
“The Tyrant has plenty of underlings in the Underworld—he won’t miss us.”
“Forget it, stop dwelling on it. When the time comes, even if I have to die, I’ll stuff myself to death right here. Once I’m in that empty Underworld, I’ll be longing for the good times in the mortal world.”
...
The four Martial Gods chatted as they ate,
each sip of wine, each bite of food, filling them with immense happiness.
They were utterly driven mad by the desolate Underworld.
Thankfully, they were all strong—
though not among the top seven rulers of the Underworld,
they could at least snatch a tombstone coffin and inhabit it for a while.
By coincidence, while they occupied those coffins, someone in the mortal world opened the tomb entrance.
...
The chaotic days gradually calmed.
At the edges of the Southern Continent, a massive number of refugees were rescued,
sent to the Western and Northern Continents.
Gu Qianqian and the Crimson Crane became the mainstays of the rescue effort,
quickly becoming known to all.
The blind girl used sonic waves to locate the injured,
while the Crimson Crane carried shipping containers, transporting patients to medical zones.
Their partnership earned praise from countless people.
But back in Tian Du, Yin Hu
watched the news featuring the Crimson Crane with clear displeasure:
“Long time no see, Crimson Crane!”
Wang Hao, who dared not leave Yin Hu’s home for even a step,
always fearful of seeing a meteor in the sky,
also watched the TV news and asked:
“Ancestor, you know Qianqian and the Crane too?”
Yin Hu snorted coldly:
“That girl is a descendant of the Ancient Clan.”
“The Crimson Crane is my enemy—sooner or later, I’ll swallow it whole!”
Wang Hao hadn’t expected that the Crimson Crane was Yin Hu’s foe.
Trying to smooth things over, he said:
This Qianqian is also Chen Feng's disciple, and Ling He is Chen Feng's friend.
Yin Hu immediately caught Wang Hao's meaning.
With a displeased expression, he said,
If Chen Feng dares to stop me, I'll devour him too!
Recalling the days when he was starving beneath the White Tiger Abyss and forced to eat his own flesh,
Yin Hu seethed with hatred.
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
