Published: March 2, 2025
The apocalypse has lasted for five hundred years.
In the imperial palace of the Qianyu Empire, the three great empires of the Mossley Great World gathered to sign a ceasefire agreement.
It has been nearly 200 years since Yu brought the Qianyu Empire into the limelight, and today's Qianyu Empire has indeed fulfilled Yu's expectations, becoming one of the three great empires of the Mossley Great World.
Wen Yu stood beside Yu, watching as Yu smiled and engaged in discussions with the leaders of the other two countries. Although his face was expressionless, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The Earth was fortunate, extremely fortunate to have a strategist like Lin Haifeng and martial powers like Wen Yu and Tang Haofei capable of suppressing everything. However, the Mossley Great World was not so lucky.
Over the course of two hundred years, countries fought incessantly, and the Qianyu Empire took advantage of the situation, expanding smoothly under Yu's power and cunning. Not only did Yu become the first in the hierarchy, but even the Qianyu Empire also became the most powerful force in the Mossley Great World.
In stark contrast to this was the movement of the demonic clan.
Once the Eighth District Forward Base fell, it was never reclaimed. The Eighth District was infested with demonic creatures, and even now, with the ninth level level restraint having opened for quite some time, the Eighth District still remains one of the forbidden areas in the Mossley Great World.
The war between the Mossley Great World and the demonic clan was completely one-sided. Perhaps it was for this very reason that the three great empires could sit down and calmly discuss the ceasefire agreement.
They sensed the threat...
They probably also regretted everything they had done in the past.
But it was too late for regrets!
The demonic clan’s army was close at hand, with smoke rising across the various regions of the Layered Battlefield. The Eighth District had completely fallen, and the remaining regions were not much better off.
Today, these three ambitious leaders gathered to discuss how to respond to the crisis posed by the demonic clan.
Watching the three leaders converse smoothly, their words sharp, even though they seemed to be discussing the threat of the demonic clan on the surface, beneath it all lurked the machinations of politicians, causing Wen Yu to feel a deep sense of boredom.
He glanced at Yu.
Yu, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy this form of communication, with eloquent words that had sharp edges, unwilling to give an inch when it came to interests.
This world cannot be saved...
From top to bottom, it was unable to escape that selfish, rancid smell, and even the first in the hierarchy was not free from this category.
...
The scene fast-forwarded quickly.
What was already a fast-paced scene accelerated once more, until it reached the limits of what Wen Yu could capture.
This was solely because "Yu" had neglected him.
Indeed, as the territory of the Qianyu Empire grew larger and stronger, Wen Yu’s meager strength was no longer of any interest to Yu. If it weren’t for his status as a loyal subject, he might not even be able to retain the position of captain of the palace guard.
It was not just Wen Yu; after Yan completed crafting Yu's soul armament, he too was cast into the cold palace, tinkering with various things in the laboratory every day. Only when Wen Yu had nothing better to do would he occasionally engage in conversation with Yan.
Inside the palace felt like a sanctuary; the external conflicts could not penetrate due to Yu's power, and the interior was completely unaware of the outside world.
The appearances of Yu in the scene grew increasingly rarer, with the Purple Mist boiling continuously, seemingly wanting Wen Yu to enter and do something—being a variable in fate, Wen Yu naturally needed to do something to fulfill the purpose of the fate beast and change Yu's destiny. However, Wen Yu merely observed coldly, even when the Purple Mist offered some benefits, he remained indifferent.