Boom! Boom! Boom!
The vast divine kingdom pulsed with volcanoes, molten rivers of lava surging from their peaks. This was a realm forged in fire itself. Volcanic eruptions raged constantly across the landscape until one reached the kingdom's heart—a towering temple surrounded by endless flames. Before it stood an ancient statue: Molu.
A figure materialized midair before the temple with a sharp *whoosh*—it was Molu himself.
Molu had been a Virtual Universe Corporation prodigy who ascended to immortality three hundred millennia ago, achieving peak Duke-level power under his title of "Beast Tyrant." Though he'd once vowed revenge against RoFeng after their defeat, the years only widened the gap as Berlan and Rongjun surpassed him.
Now both were King-level immortals while Molu remained a Duke. Yet his talent had earned him apprenticeship to the Southern Fox Sovereign—the leader of the Nanhuxiong Kingdom.
"Someone approaches," Molu murmured, frowning at this violation of his domain.
Three imposing figures appeared in a volcanic corner then teleported directly before him. Recognition sparked joy in Molu's eyes as he respectfully bowed: "Disciple greets Master."
The Southern Fox Sovereign regarded her student with sorrowful grace.
"Dry River," she said to the two Cosmic Lords at her side, "North Mire."
Dry River Lord glared coldly and demanded: "Molu! Do you know your crime?"
"Crime?" Molu's heart lurched as he turned pleading eyes to his master. At her somber expression, panic surged through him. He stammered, "I've always followed the rules! What have I done wrong?!"
A snow-white figure scoffed: "Even now this one dares deny it?"
"Not denial!" Molu pleaded desperately, "If there's proof to condemn me, let them present it! Master—" he turned imploringly.
"If you don't confess," Southern Fox Sovereign shook her head solemnly, "Galactic Lord commands your immediate imprisonment for ten thousand cycles in the First Star Realm. Refusal means death."
Molu's body trembled violently.
Capital punishment?
"I have sinned!" He cried suddenly, "I've sinned! My crimes are mine!"
"Which crime?" North Mire asked coldly as Dry River remained unyielding.
Complete panic gripped Molu. The orphan who'd survived countless deaths knew only one path: eliminate threats without trace. But how could the Galactic Lord know?
His mind raced through past events—each perfectly covered up, no evidence left behind. Then a name struck him like lightning: "RoFeng! His home was Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy..."
Sweat beaded on Molu's brow despite his immortality.
He'd tracked RoFeng's progress since he joined Chaos King's faction, fearing accusations. But with Chaos King's famed fairness, he'd grown complacent over millennia until now.
"He never came for me," he thought. "The Milky Way? I don't even know about the Original Star conflicts..."
"Is it RoFeng?" Molu asked desperately, but only met cold gazes and a sorrowful shake of his master's head.
"It is him!" he realized in horror.
"Master! If you don't believe me... we explored the Soundless Mountains together over those years. He just hasn't forgotten our dispute with that artifact! Please—prove my innocence or I'll die unjustly!"
"Still denying?" North Mire sneered.
"Fascinating," Dry River mused.
"Innocence won't save you now," Southern Fox sighed, "Molu, your decisiveness is legendary. Yet this..."
"I'm innocent!" Molu cried, tears spilling as he clung to his last hope. Even if RoFeng had become a Cosmic Lord, surely no one would convict based on accusation alone? He could sacrifice himself and be resurrected through time reversal—except...
The oppressive force crashed down.
Dry River's power crushed every trace of Molu's own energy, preventing even self-destruction. "Don't die," Dry River warned coldly, "We act under Galactic Lord's command. Your refusal to confess means execution."
Molu's eyes burned with a mix of fury and despair.
"Galactic Lord? Who is this?" he rasped.
"RoFeng," North Mire answered simply.
"No! He's barely a Cosmic Lord—his cultivation history spans just over one hundred thousand years!" Molu refused to believe, "I must know who sentences me!"
"He has become the Universe Sovereign—the pinnacle of our people," Dry River declared.
"Universe Sovereign? RoFeng?" Molu stared in disbelief. The boy he once kicked into an abyss had achieved this?
"The Galactic Lord is above all! One word from him outweighs any evidence," Dry River said, "You dared defy the Virtual Universe Corporation's decrees..."
"No!" Molu screamed, "This can't be right!"
Crack!
His divine body crumbled to dust in a collapse of earth and stone.
The vibrant kingdom stilled. Volcanic eruptions ceased one by one until complete silence fell over the realm. With no new energy flow, this once-fierce domain would decay into eternal stillness unless time reversal restored its master...
But Molu would never return.
"Leave," Dry River commanded, and with a flash of light they vanished from the dying kingdom.
...
At that moment in Earth's Milky Way:
"What?! Evacuate our entire settlement?!"
"Who authorized this? I paid to live here for millennia through selling my star territory! You expect me to just leave without compensation?"
"Impossible!"
The alien settlers on floating ocean cities erupted in fury. As the planet's power was revealed, entry had become a privilege of elite families. Their children were born and immediately removed from Earth—every second spent there wasted.
Now these privileged offspring faced exile?
"The Virtual Universe Corporation, Titan Arena, Cosmic Mercenaries Union, First Bank of Cosmos, and Star River Bank have ordered complete evacuation within three days. Defiance means death."
What were they before a Universe Sovereign?
After every alien was expelled and the guardian temple vanished from the solar system...
This world now belonged to its rightful ruler.
Across the galaxy, construction fever raged.
"Earth," said the black-haired young man as he gazed at the blue planet from space. With a step through the atmosphere, he descended silently toward the surface.