Boom~~

The chains shattered inch by inch. The imprisoned Emperor Realm Powerhouses all opened their eyes, and a terrifying pressure swept across the entire Primordial Land like a tidal wave!

The Blood God spread his arms wide, madly devouring the dissipating Power of Origin. His body began to swell, his silver hair turning blood-red, twelve pairs of pitch‑black wings sprouting from his back as his aura climbed higher and higher!

"Do you feel it, Ye Qingzhou!"

The Blood God’s voice had already become inhuman, layered with overlapping echoes: "This is the true power!"

Ye Qingzhou forced himself to remain standing, lifting his gaze with effort to look at the Blood God’s gradually twisting figure, then suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Idiot."

"What?"

"Haven’t you noticed..."

Ye Qingzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "That this power is rejecting you?"

The Blood God froze, then his expression changed drastically!

His body suddenly began to convulse uncontrollably, countless eerie bulges rising under his skin, as if tens of thousands of worms were writhing there. The Power of Origin he had devoured was actually clashing with itself inside his body!

"No... impossible!"

The Blood God looked down in horror to see his arm disintegrating into particles of light, the power he had forcibly bound now ceaselessly leaking away. "I clearly already..."

"The Emperor Slayer can wield this power because he is stronger than it."

Ye Qingzhou slowly straightened, his gaze indifferent: "And you? You’re nothing but a foolish thief."

"Aaaah!!!"

A shrill scream burst from the Blood God’s mouth as his body was torn apart by countless laws.

Even more terrifying, all those Emperor Realm Powerhouses who had just been freed were now turning their gazes on him!

"Blood God..."

A giant wreathed in flames spoke in a low voice, yet it boomed like thunder: "Your body... can become our vessel!"

"No! Get away from me!"

The Blood God struggled frantically, yet he could not stop the wills of so many Emperor Realm Powerhouses from invading his sea of consciousness. After all, the Emperor Slayer had warred across countless worlds, defeating innumerable mighty foes; the Blood God was merely one among many losers, and naturally could not win the recognition or submission of other Emperor Realm Powerhouses.

"Ten thousand years... finally a chance to leave this damned place!"

"Hand over the body!"

"I want to be reborn!!"

The Blood God’s face twisted and shifted, sometimes becoming the flaming giant, sometimes transforming into a Thunder Monarch, as though countless consciousnesses were fighting over this shell of flesh.

He looked to Ye Qingzhou in despair, actually revealing a pleading expression: "Kill... kill me..."

Ye Qingzhou regarded him coldly. "You brought this on yourself."

He raised his hand and beckoned. Frost Winter Oath broke free from the Blood God’s control and flew back into his grasp.

"Primordial Land..."

Ye Qingzhou raised the longsword high and chanted the Golden Talisman Secret Text engraved upon the blade: "Seal!"

Silver‑blue light exploded outward, all the chains re‑forming, dragging the freed Emperor Realm Powerhouses back into their cells once more. The Blood God’s body was pierced through by countless chains, nailed in the void as he let out a howl of unwilling fury: "Ye Qingzhou!!!"

Ye Qingzhou turned and walked toward the closing Gate of Truth, speaking without looking back: "Farewell, Blood God."

"Stay here forever..."

"And keep these powers company."

At the instant the Gate of Truth closed, Ye Qingzhou returned to the summit of the snowy mountain.

The wind and snow remained, as though nothing had ever happened.

He lowered his head and looked at Frost Winter Oath in his hand. A new blood‑red pattern had appeared on the blade—that was the Path of Blood represented by the Blood God.

"It’s time to end this..."

Ye Qingzhou looked toward the distance, his gaze piercing the clouds as if seeing that Destructive Throne eternally suspended deep within the void.

The figure of the Emperor Slayer loomed faintly, raising a cup to him in salute.

Ye Qingzhou gave a slight nod, then turned and walked down the mountain.

His journey had only just begun...

......

Ye Qingzhou walked through a withered ancient Forest, broken relics of a Divine Hall beneath his feet.

For three years, he had traversed every corner of the continent, searching for the Spider Threads left behind by the Ancient Gods.

The glory of the Morning Star Family, the authority of the Empire—these had long since become passing clouds to him.

"This is the place..."

He stopped before a stone stele overgrown with vines, his fingertip gently brushing those ancient characters that no one could read anymore.

The stele suddenly lit with a faint glow, and the ground slowly split open, revealing a staircase leading down into the earth.

At the end of the stairs lay an Alchemy Laboratory thick with dust.

On the worktable, a heavy notebook with a Bronze cover lay quietly. Ye Qingzhou brushed away the dust and opened to the first page—

"To those who come after:

If you are reading these words, it means the cycle of reincarnation has begun once more..."

The words in the notebook seemed to come alive, flowing and shifting as countless images surged into Ye Qingzhou’s mind:

—The Alchemy God Artemis was born at the dawn of the world, comprehending the supreme law of Elemental equivalent exchange;

—He forged the Gate of Truth to seek the world’s source, only to discover a terrifying truth;

—The Primordial Land is not the beginning, but the end; all Divine Spirits are trapped within an eternal cycle of reincarnation;

—The Emperor Slayer severed time‑space fragments from dozens of worlds, fusing them into this cage‑like plane...

On the last page, the notebook suddenly flipped on its own. A phantom figure rose from the paper—silver hair, blue eyes, clad in Alchemy robes, his gaze carrying a weariness that had seen through all ages.

"I’ve finally waited until you came, Breaker."

The lingering remnant of the Alchemy God Artemis spoke softly.

"This world is the Emperor Slayer’s experimental field."

Artemis pointed toward the void, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful: "He pieced this prison together from the shards of countless worlds, to observe the struggles of the gods within reincarnation."

Ye Qingzhou frowned. "Why tell me this?"

"Because you are the variable."

The Alchemy God met his gaze. "You are the Emperor Slayer’s past, representing the primordial nothing, which is why he has allowed you to grow... because within you lies more possibility than him."