Published: March 2, 2025
In any world, there are always brave warriors.
Although Ji has many minor flaws, lacks strength, and has a poor reputation, when he charged alone into the demonic tide, it still made Wen Yu's expression darken.
Wen Yu felt that Ji, who was greedy and lecherous, should be somewhat nobler than Yu, but in the end, Yu became the pillar of this world. The twists and turns of this matter were rather lamentable.
Yu turned back first, looking at the faint glimmers amidst the demonic tide, which prompted Wen Yu and Yan to turn around as well.
With their superhuman vision, they saw Ji floating amidst the waves, as steady as a rock. His face was twisted with rage, and his energy erupted, managing to momentarily hold back the ferocious demonic disaster.
Then…
It was exhaustion, injury, heavy damage, death, and resurrection... repeating over and over.
He kept roaring in anger, but received no response.
The base door behind them had already opened, and the sounds of battle were incessant. The demonic tide surged in continuously, bringing even greater chaos to the forward base.
Those who fled early, including Yu and the fresh troops, merely stood at the portal’s entrance, watching coldly as the sequence from life to death played out until it reached its end.
“For Mosley!”
As the last voice echoed, Wen Yu could only see the people near the portal looking desolate. They suddenly turned around and dove into the portal, heading towards a comfortable and safe rear.
"How tragic..."
Yu lifted the corner of her mouth, as if smiling. Her tone was devoid of any discernible emotion, but Wen Yu felt that Yu should be pleased with Ji's death.
Wen Yu did not know what entanglements existed between Ji and Yu in the previous life, nor whether Ji was a boulder obstructing Yu's path. At this moment, Wen Yu could only smile faintly.
"You, master, deserve to die."
Wen Yu spoke casually, while the external Purple Mist surged, seemingly in anger. However, Wen Yu chose to ignore it as he watched the purple light screen, where Yu and her subordinates entered the portal, but the destination was not the Fei'er Empire.
Yu had long been prepared for this event.
...
The Mossley Great World is vast, roughly the size of three Earths, with a considerable land area.
Before the apocalypse, there were over a thousand countries distributed across the Mossley Great World. After the apocalypse struck, forces further divided, the strong swallowing the weak, the large devouring the small, yet new forces continued to emerge.
The apocalypse is a fertile ground for ambitious individuals, and Yu, being a reborn person who had lived two lives and was in command of major affairs, was naturally the most ambitious among the ambitious.
In Wen Yu's view, Yu's ambition was misplaced. However, how Yu thought was beyond Wen Yu's ability to fathom.
But she probably also wanted to be someone who could command the world, with none daring to defy her.
This could be seen from the Qianyu Empire.
Indeed, when Yu and a few subordinates emerged from the portal, they arrived in the Mossley Great World, in a small place called the Qianyu Empire.
At this time, the population of the Qianyu Empire was small, strong individuals were rare, surrounded by mountains, with countless mutated creatures—yet this isolated place was where Yu began her rise.
Wen Yu was unsure when Yu found such a place and nurtured such a power, but when Yu brought everyone to the Qianyu Empire’s royal palace and sat on the Iron Throne, Wen Yu finally realized.
The once peaceful and friendly demeanor was all a facade; Yu had long unknowingly laid the groundwork.
Not the groundwork of the Mossley Great World, but her own foundation.
Exclusively her own.
In the name of Yu.
...
Although the Qianyu Empire was small, it was well-equipped.
When Yu returned and declared herself king, there was not much change in personnel. Yan served as the court steward, and Wen Yu became the captain of the palace guards, although Wen Yu’s subordinates increased significantly—the imperial guard grew from ten to a hundred.