"Has my father been freed?" A trace of relief finally appeared in Xing Yuan’s eyes, and a hint of a smile also appeared on his pained face.

Huang Yi nodded:"Yes, I used the Pact of Water to save him. If you have a way to escape, you can tell me too. I will try to rescue you. I am Heaven-Sent in The Second World; I am called God of Slaughter, the new generation of Death God. I can accomplish what others can’t."

"No, you can’t save me, I have already been cursed by the Cursed Spear!" Xing Yuan shook his head, looking at the Cursed Spear penetrating his body. "If someone else used the Cursed Spear to kill me, I wouldn’t have been deceived, and wouldn’t be caught in this state of wishing for life but cannot live, wishing for death but cannot die. But the King of the Fallen happened to find my weakness, tempted Little Yu to deal with me. She is the person I love the most, and her curse is one that no one can help me break, unless I can forget her, but I can never forget her, and I never want to forget her."

As he spoke, his tone turned regretful: "I shouldn’t have accepted the Strength of the King of Hell, my dreams blinded me, always thinking to conquer the Star Sea. Little Yu and I were so happy, we were supposed to spend our life joyfully. It was my dreams that ruined me! Ruined Little Yu! Ruined the entire Star Race!"

Huang Yi shook his head: "No, your dreams weren’t wrong, only the way you realized them was wrong. Using the incorrect way to realize a dream turns it into desire."

"Actually, I also noticed, that Demon Sword made my strength skyrocket, eventually even surpassing my father, but I seemed to fall into madness, unable to control myself, my mind got polluted, even striking lethally at those around me. I thought of getting rid of that Demon Sword, but once I leave that sword, that power would leave me, leaving only endless emptiness, becoming so weak, like having experienced severe illness. I was infatuated with that strength, mesmerized in the pleasure of strength-enhancement, thus delayed putting down the Demon Sword, always holding it even in sleep, ultimately falling deeper, causing greater mistakes."

As Xing Yuan spoke, a gentle expression suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Luckily, there was Little Yu, only through her, I could feel the former me once again. Under her persuasion, I finally determined to put down that Demon Sword, locking myself in the Star Palace, attempting to return to the me of before. But the sickness of magic was too deep, my consciousness had been corroded for too long, surprisingly unable to forget that power, still retaining a trace of greed, I hadn’t truly discarded that Demon Sword but stored it in the Small World of Star Race. Perhaps I didn’t want to put it down, merely wanting to evade it, reserving it to pick up again when needed in the future. It was this difference in thought that forged the tragic downfall of Star Race."

"You’ve had your revenge! Now the Demon Clan is in a wavering state; only the Three Great Demon Kings still survive, soon, they will also meet their doom."

"No, other members of the Demon Clan might die, but the King of Hell will not. No matter how powerful your strength is, it cannot kill him." Xing Yuan shook his head.

Huang Yi pursed his lips, finding it hard to refute.

In this battle, he indeed felt that the King of Hell was like being invincible, no matter how many people came to attack him, they couldn’t kill him.

Perhaps they could defeat the Demon Clan, even eliminate all the demons, but uniquely cannot kill the King of Hell.

"Why can’t we kill the King of Hell no matter how strong we are?"

"Because the more people you have, the stronger he becomes, so even if you gather all Divine Domain experts in the universe to attack him, they’re still unable to kill him. Only in a one-on-one state might you have a chance to kill him."

"Only one-on-one?" Huang Yi furrowed his brows, he knew it was absolutely impossible for him to challenge the King of Hell alone, even with Tyrant Possession raised to Main God Level, it would only barely allow going back and forth with the King of Hell.

Xing Yuan shifted his tone, continuing: "But amid the vagueness, nothing in the world is absolute, there is always an exception. In the entire Mortal Realm, only one has the Hope to potentially kill the King of Hell, and that is the strongest Creation Ancestral Spirit in history - Kado. As long as a hundred million Kador are willing to fuse, recreating Kado, then maybe there is Hope to kill the King of Hell, but it is just Hope, I don’t even know if Kado is indeed a match for the King of Hell, no one knows which of them is stronger. But if anyone in the Mortal Realm can resist the King of Hell, it must be Kado. However, as long as the King of the Fallen is by the King of Hell’s side, that hundred million Kador will always be one short, forever unable to fuse, never to recreate Kado again."

"So you mean, let me kill the King of the Fallen first, then rebirth a new Kador, then find a way to persuade all Kador to fuse into Kado?" Huang Yi asked.

Xing Yuan shook his head: "No, you won’t be able to persuade all Kador, they won’t heed your persuasion. Therefore, your goal is to create a new Kado!"

"What? Create a new Kado? What do you mean?" Huang Yi was surprised.

"To be precise, it should be to recreate a being similar to Kado. This process is very complex, the conditions are too stringent, only a slim Hope for success, I even dare not harbor any hopes."

"But it doesn’t matter, as long as there is a trace of Hope, I will strive for it!" Huang Yi stated firmly.