Eight thousand years later? Everyone stared at Wuming as if he were a ghost. What kind of joke was this? The successor of the Gale-Cloud Battle Qi appearing after eight millennia?

"I used a special Chronomancy Artifact, one you create two centuries from now," Wuming said, looking at Qian Jin. "I came using that."

"Eight thousand years later, Alex awakens once more," Wuming spoke with a grave and solemn expression. "In that era, nothing could stop his Undead Legion. Even the combined might of the Human, Demon, and Barbarian races was no match for him. By the time I departed, only the territory of the True Policy Dynasty remained among the three races..."

"Eight thousand years later?" Duan Fengbu'er sighed. "It seems we did die..."

"You didn't die," Wuming looked at Duan Fengbu'er. "But you are not in the True Policy Dynasty. Shortly after unifying the Human, Demon, and Barbarian continent, Qian Jin discovered the method to condense a Divine Spark and later taught it to you all. Each of you condensed your ultimate Dao into a Divine Spark and ascended to godhood. A thousand years after unifying the continent, Duan Fengbu'er grew weary of the monotonous life and demanded an expedition to explore the stars. All of you left the True Policy Dynasty together for this adventure, promising to return shortly... But! Seven thousand years have passed! You never returned! Yet, Alex did!"

Wuming's body trembled slightly. His Undead Legion had swiftly ignited the flames of war, **scourging the living beings of this land.

"You came looking for us? You want us to remain in the True Policy Dynasty for the next eight thousand years?" Duan Fengbu'er asked Wuming curiously.

"No!" Wuming shook his head. "I came seeking aid. I should have arrived at the precise moment you defeated Alex, but my power is not as immense as Qian Jin's, who can manipulate everything with perfect accuracy. There was a deviation, and I appeared before the Rookie King Tournament. I also wanted to witness just how powerful the legendary Qian Jin truly was, which is why I entered the competition."

Qian Jin slowly nodded, beginning to understand why Wuming used Gale-Cloud Battle Qi, and why his expression turned to sheer panic and terror upon seeing Alex. In the history of the coming eight millennia, the True Policy Dynasty would enter Alex's Great Dark Age. Anyone arriving from that era would naturally be overwhelmingly fearful of Alex.

"I came to request your help—to return with me eight thousand years into the future and utterly destroy Alex!" Wuming gazed at Qian Jin with resolute determination. "I finally understand why Alex was not annihilated beneath your Chaos; it was Qian Zhanxuan's Overlord Fist that actually preserved his life."

Eight thousand years later? Qian Jin quietly regarded Wuming.

"Go? Why wouldn't we go? I want to see what eight thousand years in the future is like too, Qian Jin!" Duan Fengbu'er was the first to exclaim excitedly.

"I want to see it too," Li Dongfeng said excitedly to Qian Jin. Time travel was something they had only heard bards sing about but never experienced firsthand.

"The time-traveling Chronomancy Artifact?"

As Qian Jin spoke, Wuming drew from his Battle Realm an artifact resembling a colossal warship, capable of carrying thousands—a massive vessel that nearly filled Wuming's entire Battle Realm!

"This is the time-traveling Chronomancy Artifact?"

Qian Jin circled the future-forged artifact, tracing the chaotic, intricate inscriptions and nodding repeatedly. "Indeed! Based on this theory, it can traverse time."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Duan Fengbu'er leaped onto the warship first.

The others followed suit. Wuming stood beside Qian Jin, explaining how to control the vessel. Although Wuming’s strength had increased significantly, he was nowhere near as powerful as Qian Jin, especially in terms of control. Only a powerhouse like Qian Jin could grasp control completely when returning to the moment they departed eight thousand years ago.

"Activate! Target! Eight thousand years into the future!"

Duan Fengbu'er roared excitedly. The colossal warship vanished amidst the spatial distortions, disappearing from the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.

In the True Policy Dynasty eight thousand years later, the sky was entirely gray.

No sunlight, no blue sky, only the constant sight of smoke and flames of war, and endless hordes of undead wandering the wasteland with swords in hand.

This was the world of the undead, the dominion of the dead. The Human, Demon, and Barbarian races were huddled within the territories of the True Policy Dynasty, fighting the undead in a desperate, unified struggle.

Alex sat within the chariot reserved for the Undead Emperor, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of Human, Demon, and Barbarian warriors falling one after another, and the subsequent shattering of the undead corpses.

Eight thousand years! Gazing upon the beautiful scene of death before him, Alex vented all the pent-up melancholy in his heart. This was a sight that should have occurred eight thousand years ago, yet the appearance of an ordinary human had delayed it by a full eight millennia.

Damn it! The thought of Qian Jin caused Alex to clench his five fingers, crushing the metal wine goblet into dust. "Qian Jin! You never expected this! I will play with your descendants bit by bit! I won't extinguish them immediately! I will make them taste fear, grief, and then I will kill them!"

"Aooooh... Qian Jin! Qian Jin! Qian Jin!"

A surging, mighty roar erupted from the Human, Demon, and Barbarian lines. Their morale, which had been low to the point of collapse recently, instantly rebounded, becoming more fervent than ever before.

"Regent King! Regent King! Regent King!"

The Demon race members on the allied side shouted an unfamiliar, strange title that Alex could not comprehend. Who was the Regent King?

"Hydra! Hydra!"

"Li Family Unbeatable! Li Family Unbeatable!"

"War God Reborn! War God Manifests!"

The Human, Demon, and Barbarian factions seemed to descend into a momentary frenzy, even more intense than their reaction to the undead.

"What in the world is happening?" Alex looked doubtfully toward the depths of the battlefield. His six-eyed magic soared into the sky, attempting to discern the cause of the upheaval among the three races from high above.

Qian Jin! Alex's six eyes spasmed violently once more, his pupils filled with disbelief. How could this man, who had vanished from the True Policy Dynasty, appear here? Hadn't he become a god? No! He lacked the aura of a deity! He... that attire... that presentation?

Seeing Qian Jin's squad from eight thousand years prior, Alex finally understood what had transpired! The human race had crossed time and space to bring Qian Jin back from eight millennia in the past.

On the battlefield, the human defense line suddenly opened! They ceased defending. All Human, Demon, and Barbarian warriors, gripping their weapons, accepted various blessings and stimulant magics from the mages, charging forward excitedly to happily cleave the heads off the undead!

In an instant, a breach was forcefully punched through the undead ranks, and countless undead fell to the blades of the three races' warriors.

The next moment, Qian Jin moved! He possessed Alex's undead detector, allowing him to easily pinpoint the location of the Undead Emperor!

The undead formation was completely shattered! Qian Jin's charge required no direct attack; the sheer wind pressure generated by his momentum was enough to crush everything blocking his path into dust.

"Not good!" Alex's first reaction upon seeing Qian Jin was not vengeance, but escape! The Law of Time was a strange thing; unless one mastered it, one could not remain in a time stream that did not belong to them for an extended period.

Alex had not achieved godhood, but he was profoundly skilled with Inscription Artifacts. Though he couldn't forge such items, he understood the underlying principles.

If he delayed for a certain amount of time, Qian Jin would be rejected by this timeline and cast back to his original world.

Clang! Qian Jin's bow let out a shattering roar. The Soul Artifact-grade bow exploded into dust after a single use. The arrow transformed into a comet, smashing the chariot beneath Alex!

The spatial movement chariot was instantly damaged and rendered immobile!

"Qian Jin!" Rage reignited in Alex's chest. He soared out of the broken chariot, his black Imperial Robes billowing in the wind. "Eight thousand years ago, you stopped me! Eight thousand years later, you still try to interfere? I was just devising a way to find you! How unexpected that you came first! Very well! Let me bury you here, eight thousand years in the future!"

Qian Jin took a step into the sky, rising like a dragon emerging from the earth's core, Chaos churning and billowing around him. "Alex! I could kill you eight thousand years ago! I can kill you again eight thousand years later! This time, without Qian Zhanxuan, your death is certain!"

"All undead, melt into sacrifice and merge into me! Aid me in achieving godhood!"

Instantly, countless undead bodies dissolved, and vast amounts of gray energy flowed into Alex. In this moment, he was stronger than he had been eight thousand years prior. Quantity, when aggregated, could transform into quality!

"It's too late! Between the rise and fall of Chaos, even gods perish!"

Qian Jin launched a punch. Innumerable Chaos Seeds evolved into all things in existence, interchanging, stimulating, and colliding—a force capable of annihilating demons and destroying worlds. Alex's 'Ultimate Return to Oblivion,' already at its peak, was once again reduced to powder beneath Qian Jin's fist.

"Qian Jin! I will return... Next time! I will come back to kill you bearing a brand-new power you have never witnessed!"

Alex's body exploded repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, his presence vanished entirely from the sky, leaving only his final death cry echoing quietly in Qian Jin's mind.

A power never seen before? What kind of power could that be? Qian Jin’s mind raced. Had his so-called soul extended further during these eight millennia? Had he truly found something on the Boundless Continent?

"Alex's Battle Realm! Emerge!"

Qian Jin grasped at the void. He forcibly pulled out the Battle Realm—an entity that had always belonged solely to him and which no other could open—from the emptiness. This journey through time and space had further deepened his comprehension of the laws governing Time and Space.

Alex’s massive Battle Realm manifested before Qian Jin. A significant quantity of alchemical materials had been used to construct a peculiar warship, its design unfamiliar to Qian Jin and clearly not originating from the True Policy Dynasty continent.

Besides the warship, endless alchemical materials floated quietly within his Battle Realm. A thin notebook caught Qian Jin's attention.

A diary! It was Alex's diary!

The first few pages contained nothing overly remarkable, initially recording his loneliness and isolation, alongside his hatred for Blake, Enrak, and Qian Jin.

"I have found a new power, but this power cannot be learned in a soul state."

"It turns out the Boundless Continent is not truly just one continent. The land I inhabit is called the Soul Power Continent! The newly discovered land is the Dao Method Continent. Their power is very peculiar. I wonder how strong their experts are? I dare not venture deep, fearing a powerful entity might sense my soul. I feel that the people here are extremely perceptive regarding souls, unlike those on our side."

"It seems there isn't just two continents on the Boundless Continent; besides the Dao Method Continent, there is actually..."

After reading Alex's diary, Qian Jin realized that unless Alex was hallucinating, there were actually four other continents existing beyond the Soul Power Continent where he resided!

"Perhaps I should explore them too?" Qian Jin frowned slightly. He radiated his power outward and confirmed that no residual power from Alex remained. This meant his 'soul' had been utterly scattered this time; resurrection was impossible.

Buzz! The sky began to distort. Qian Jin felt an irresistible force tugging at him, threatening to tear him away from this land.

Whirr...

The distortion in the sky intensified. Qian Jin found he could only forcefully resist this power, realizing that every extra second he held on allowed him to perceive more of the laws of Time and Space within the struggle.

It wasn't just Qian Jin; everyone who had accompanied him was fighting to hold on, using the ordeal as a means of self-training.

Wuming stared dumbfounded at those being forcefully pulled away: "How? When I traveled, there was no such reaction."

"Kid! Are we the same as you? A large group of powerhouses arriving like this must make us far more susceptible to the laws of time and space. Of course..."

Duan Fengbu'er’s words were cut short as his body vanished amidst the resistance, followed immediately by Chek. Qian Jin held out for a moment longer before he too disappeared into the air.

The Human, Demon, and Barbarian races stared blankly at the sky. The super-experts from eight thousand years ago had only appeared briefly, defeated Alex, and then vanished! If Alex hadn't died, they might never have believed it was real.

"Damn it!"

Duan Fengbu'er let out a frustrated roar as his body crashed heavily into the yellow sands of the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.

Subsequently, Chek stood silently atop the sand, not appearing as disheveled as Duan Fengbu'er. His tall, handsome eyes held a provocative glare, constantly fixed on Duan Fengbu'er's position.

"Brother Che, don't get cocky! I'll catch up to you someday," Duan Fengbu'er climbed out of the sand and looked up at Qian Jin suspended in the air. "Look at him, he just floats there effortlessly—he's even better than you."

Chek weakly rolled his eyes at Duan Fengbu'er and casually unleashed a sword strike. The sky actually split open! Although only a foot long, the fissure revealed infinite darkness and space.

Chek’s sword had acquired a degree of Spatial attribute! Duan Fengbu'er pouted repeatedly. This mixed-blood anomaly was getting stronger and stronger, apparently capable of keeping pace with the monstrous progression of Qian Jin.

"Since we're back, let's head to the Demon Race territory," Duan Fengbu'er said, repeatedly stretching his shoulders. "I'm looking forward to it! When I face the Great Demon King this time, I want a one-on-one duel! You all just watch from the sidelines!"

"I want to go too," Li Dongfeng added with a smile. "Everyone gained a lot of insight this time; you can't have all the fun with the Great Demon King experience alone."

Qian Jin descended to the ground, looking at his companions who were reluctant to yield. "We’ll discuss it once we reach the location first. We’ll go to the Demon Race."

The group realized that Qian Jin’s suggestion was the only way to quell the immediate desire for conflict. They nodded in unison and started walking out of the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.

Qian Jin walked a couple of steps, then turned back toward the depths of the Sand Sea, pondering silently: Could there truly be a Dao Method Continent at the far end? Should I find time to investigate? If an outsider like me goes there, will I be treated as an enemy? Is it right to disrupt the living environment of others? Perhaps I should achieve godhood first.

"Let's go, comrades!"

Duan Fengbu'er shouted cheerfully amidst the wind and sand. The group vanished and reappeared at the border of the Demon Race territory.

Qian Jin! It was Qian Jin!

The Demon Warriors at the border instantly grew tense upon seeing Qian Jin. Why was this adversary of the Demon Race back again? Was he here to slaughter them?

The hundreds of Demon Warriors at the border watched Qian Jin fearfully, but noticed that this group of youths seemed not to see them at all, leisurely entering the Demon territory. Compared to their previous gravity, the feeling the demons received this time was one of ease.

The news that Qian Jin had returned to the Demon Race spread once more. All the demons were stunned. What was happening? He had only been gone a few days! Why was he back already?

Chek defeated Qiao Zu, the ultimate awakened Elementalist, with a single finger strike!

Qiao Zu, who had gone to intercept Qian Jin, regretfully announced to all the demons that he couldn't even withstand a single finger from Chek.

When the news spread through the Demon Race again, utter silence fell. If they could still muster fighting spirit against the former Qian Jin, facing this level of overwhelming dominance, the demons could only remain silent; they didn't know how else to react.

The City of Corruption stood as majestic as ever, though noticeably diminished in vitality compared to previous days. Neither the broken square nor the Demon Race itself had fully recovered from the last battle; repairs were still underway.

Under these circumstances, Qian Jin and his group had arrived again! What were they planning? The powerful figures of the various Demon clans could only gather within the City of Corruption when faced with Qian Jin's reappearance.

The strong possessed an unyielding honor and dignity; even in death, they could not tarnish their clan's name.

The massive Demon Hall stood erect. More than a dozen Demon powerhouses were seated along the banquet tables beneath the hall, the throne of the Great Demon King still empty, attended only by a demon who usually served the Great Demon King, standing beside the seat.

Qian Jin was slightly surprised. The clan heads had gathered so completely today? Weren't they afraid he might eliminate them all at once? They were the backbone of the entire Demon Race!

"Jiliu Feijing, receive the Imperial Edict..."

The attendant who usually served the Great Demon King suddenly raised his voice, the sharp tone echoing throughout the Demon Hall. All the Demon Clan heads grew curious: what plan did the Great Demon King have that required summoning them all? Not just the leaders of the major clans, but even the heads of the minor clans stood off to the side.

Qian Jin froze. Jiliu Feijing? He hadn't heard that name in a long time. Why would the Great Demon King suddenly issue such an edict?

The attendant, ignoring whether Qian Jin knelt, bellowed the decree: "By Imperial decree, I bestow Jiliu Feijing upon Lucifer Liushui in marriage. The son of Lucifer Liushui and Jiliu Feijing shall be the next Demon Race Emperor. I am weary and wish to travel outside. Preserve the integrity of my state. Respect this decree."

To the surprise of everyone and all demons, the Great Demon King had abandoned the Demon Race? Where was the Great Demon King now? Wasn't Jiliu Feijing Qian Jin? Did the Great Demon King approve of their wedding? How was this possible? The Emperor's unyielding aura was tougher than Qian Zhanxuan's; how could he agree?

Qian Jin was also surprised. Although he rarely interacted with the Great Demon King, he could sense from his Battle Qi that the King genuinely desired to unify the Human, Demon, and Barbarian races. How could he abandon that dream?

"Jiliu Feijing, this is a private letter from His Majesty the Great Demon King to you."

The attendant presented Qian Jin with an unopened letter.

It was a very short letter. A few sparse lines explained the Great Demon King's thoughts.

I sought to unify the Human, Demon, and Barbarian races, to end the strife between the three and grant the Demon Race a high standing. Now, this task falls to you! You will do better than I! To achieve unification, I abandoned my childhood dream. Now it is time to fulfill it. I was a good Emperor, but not a good father. Liushui lacked fatherly love; you must provide it.

A childhood dream? Qian Jin stared at the letter, intensely curious about the dream held by this once nearly invincible Great Demon King. He never imagined the King possessed dreams beyond war.

"Did everyone hear that clearly?" Duan Fengbu'er asked cheerfully, looking at the stunned demons around him. "My comrade's child is the new Demon Race Emperor. Does anyone object? If so, you can challenge the Regent King's concubine to a spar. I guarantee you'll be satisfied from the inside out!"

Hmph!

Chekflit snorted, sword energy erupting around him, so palpable that even True Saint powerhouses could feel a stinging pain on their skin. The assembled demons, recalling the fate of Patriarch Qiao not long ago, lost all inclination to resist this ultimate bloodline warrior of the fallen angel.

The dull-witted Zhen Ce observed the expressions of the surrounding demons and whispered into Chekflit's ear, "I see a few demon princes looking quite disdainful. You might have to suppress a few royal rebellions before you truly awe this assembly." "That won't happen," Chekflit replied with utter calmness.

"I can sense anyone harboring hostility or dissent. When Qian Jin leaves, I will return briefly and eliminate everyone with rebellious intent on the spot, giving them no chance to rise up." Hearing such naked threats, the demons were momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond to such harsh words.

After all, Qian Jin now held the decree of succession from the Great Demon King himself; he possessed sufficient legitimate status and overwhelming power. Though the Demon Throne had always been passed down through blood, it seemed this time the transfer could be completed perfectly without much bloodshed.

"Everyone, just continue operations as usual. Just refrain from attacking the Zhen Ce Dynasty for the time being." When the demons heard Qian Jin's message, they all laughed.

Attack the Zhen Ce Dynasty? What a joke!

Had they gone mad? With this group of freaks present, the Demon Race would only suffer losses entering the human-demon battlefield!

In their current state, no one desired further war. "Very well, for now, that is all," Qian Jin said, walking toward the hall exit.

"My child is still young and cannot manage state affairs. Regent Chekflit will be responsible for everything until then.

Take all matters to him." As soon as Qian Jin finished speaking, several quick-witted patriarchs rushed forward to ingratiate themselves with Regent Chek. In these times, pledging allegiance immediately often yielded far greater rewards than delaying until the second moment.

The obtuse Zhen Ce pursed his lips and chuckled. "I hadn't expected such a cheerful conclusion.

I thought there would be a major slaughter." Duan Fengbuer watched the visibly burdened Chekflit and broke into laughter. This taciturn fellow would certainly have to speak up often now that he was handling state governance.

"Indeed, a truly cheerful ending," Li Dongfeng agreed with a smile, though he was unaware that Zhen Ce, upon returning to the Divine Capital, would soon find a letter left for him by his Fourth Brother, destined to cause him days of sorrow. "Li Dongfeng," Jiuyang Fenghua suddenly interjected.

"Regardless of Qian Jin's status, let's arrange a duel sometime to see which of the three awakened ultimate bloodlines of the Zhen Ce Dynasty reigns supreme." "Agreed!" Li Dongfeng looked toward Qian Jin. "Qian Jin, act as the witness." "Done," Qian Jin declared, looking up at the stars.

"Fatty, your old friend has finally conquered the world! Did you see that?

I truly am the strongest warrior on the continent now!" The End of the Book. There is an epilogue-like extra chapter coming up, so please do not close this book yet.